1 It made his blood run cold when he began to think of all these details.
2 "So it is to be," thought Kitty, and all the blood seemed to rush to her heart.
3 She had still three hours to wait, and the memories of their last meeting set her blood in flame.
4 Still feeling for it, he stretched out to the other side, and not being strong enough to keep his balance, fell over, streaming with blood.
5 Her clean-cut head, with prominent, bright, spirited eyes, broadened out at the open nostrils, that showed the red blood in the cartilage within.
6 He made an effort at thought, and was aware that he was on the floor; and seeing blood on the tiger-skin rug and on his arm, he knew he had shot himself.
7 But she had in the highest degree the quality that makes all defects forgotten: that quality was blood, the blood that tells, as the English expression has it.
8 The elegant, whiskered manservant, who used to be continually complaining to his acquaintances of the delicacy of his nerves, was so panic-stricken on seeing his master lying on the floor, that he left him losing blood while he ran for assistance.