1 A flush of angry blood pervaded Bill's face.
2 He has lost nearly all the blood in his body.
White Fang By Jack LondonContextHighlight In PART 5: CHAPTER V THE SLEEPING WOLF 3 Once they've got the habit and the taste of blood.
White Fang By Jack LondonContextHighlight In PART 5: CHAPTER III THE GOD'S DOMAIN 4 Yet the warm blood of the rabbit tasted good in his mouth.
White Fang By Jack LondonContextHighlight In PART 2: CHAPTER I THE BATTLE OF THE FANGS 5 His blood might pay off a mortgage or send a son to college.
White Fang By Jack LondonContextHighlight In PART 5: CHAPTER V THE SLEEPING WOLF 6 There was a crunching of fragile bones, and warm blood ran in his mouth.
White Fang By Jack LondonContextHighlight In PART 2: CHAPTER IV THE WALL OF THE WORLD 7 All the fighting blood of his breed was up in him and surging through him.
White Fang By Jack LondonContextHighlight In PART 2: CHAPTER IV THE WALL OF THE WORLD 8 He had sunk down on the snow in the circle of his blood and was plainly in the last gasp.
9 Major staggered to his feet, but the blood spouting from his throat reddened the snow in a widening path.
10 The weasel was a drinker of blood, and it was ever her preference to drink from the throat of life itself.
White Fang By Jack LondonContextHighlight In PART 2: CHAPTER IV THE WALL OF THE WORLD 11 It was the unknown, objectified at last, in concrete flesh and blood, bending over him and reaching down to seize hold of him.
White Fang By Jack LondonContextHighlight In PART 3: CHAPTER I THE MAKERS OF FIRE 12 Twenty-four hours had passed since he had slashed open the hand that was now bandaged and held up by a sling to keep the blood out of it.
13 Then the procession started on, little spurts of strength coming into White Fang's muscles as he used them and the blood began to surge through them.
White Fang By Jack LondonContextHighlight In PART 5: CHAPTER V THE SLEEPING WOLF 14 Five minutes later the landscape was covered with fleeing boys, many of whom dripped blood upon the snow in token that White Fang's teeth had not been idle.
15 The dog-musher wore a moustache, but the other, a taller and younger man, was smooth-shaven, his skin rosy from the pounding of his blood and the running in the frosty air.
White Fang By Jack LondonContextHighlight In PART 4: CHAPTER IV THE CLINGING DEATH 16 From shoulder to wrist of the crossed arms, the coat-sleeve, blue flannel shirt and undershirt were ripped in rags, while the arms themselves were terribly slashed and streaming blood.
17 At first she caressed the cub and licked his wounded shoulder; but the blood she had lost had taken with it her strength, and for all of a day and a night she lay by her dead foe's side, without movement, scarcely breathing.
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