1 There must be transfusion of blood at once.
2 She wants blood, and blood she must have or die.
3 It seemed as if the whole awful creature were simply gorged with blood.
4 There were a few feathers about the room and on his pillow a drop of blood.
5 My life is hers, and I would give the last drop of blood in my body for her.
6 With you I agree that there has been much blood lost; it has been, but is not.
7 After a bit I began to grow anxious, for the loss of blood was telling on Arthur, strong man as he was.
8 Why, there is hardly a foot of soil in all this region that has not been enriched by the blood of men, patriots or invaders.
9 It was a slight matter in itself, but it gave me an evident chance, and I secured a few drops of the blood and have analysed them.
10 The whole bed would have been drenched to a scarlet with the blood which the girl must have lost to leave such a pallor as she had before the transfusion.
11 I must have pinched up a piece of loose skin and have transfixed it, for there are two little red points like pin-pricks, and on the band of her nightdress was a drop of blood.
12 Sweet it was in one sense, honey-sweet, and sent the same tingling through the nerves as her voice, but with a bitter underlying the sweet, a bitter offensiveness, as one smells in blood.
13 It at once occurred to me that this wound, or whatever it was, might be the means of that manifest loss of blood; but I abandoned the idea as soon as formed, for such a thing could not be.
14 This was the being I was helping to transfer to London, where, perhaps, for centuries to come he might, amongst its teeming millions, satiate his lust for blood, and create a new and ever-widening circle of semi-demons to batten on the helpless.
15 Here, too, when they came, they found the Huns, whose warlike fury had swept the earth like a living flame, till the dying peoples held that in their veins ran the blood of those old witches, who, expelled from Scythia had mated with the devils in the desert.
16 This was startling, and, coming on the top of so many strange things, was beginning to increase that vague feeling of uneasiness which I always have when the Count is near; but at the instant I saw that the cut had bled a little, and the blood was trickling over my chin.
17 There lay the Count, but looking as if his youth had been half renewed, for the white hair and moustache were changed to dark iron-grey; the cheeks were fuller, and the white skin seemed ruby-red underneath; the mouth was redder than ever, for on the lips were gouts of fresh blood, which trickled from the corners of the mouth and ran over the chin and neck.
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