1 She was a very handsome young woman, and I believe had some gypsy blood in her.
2 "If there is bad blood between you and them," said I, to soften it off a little.
3 The rhapsody welled up within me, like blood from an inward wound, and gushed out.
4 Again he took both my hands and put them to his lips, while my blood ran cold within me.
5 I shuddered at the thought that for anything I knew, his hand might be stained with blood.
6 I felt that the pale young gentleman's blood was on my head, and that the Law would avenge it.
7 A highly popular murder had been committed, and Mr. Wopsle was imbrued in blood to the eyebrows.
8 "It would turn a man's blood to white wine winegar to hear him tell of it, sir," said the landlord.
9 So I came into Smithfield; and the shameful place, being all asmear with filth and fat and blood and foam, seemed to stick to me.
10 I brought it out, and laid it ready for him, and my blood again ran cold when he again took me by both hands to give me good night.
11 Whether it was possible in a Christian country to get on without blood, after this, was a question on which the Finches were divided.
12 To have struggled with him in the street, or to have exacted any lower recompense from him than his heart's best blood, would have been futile and degrading.
13 That, if Joe knew it, and at any subsequent period of our joint domestic life remarked that his beer was flat or thick, the conviction that he suspected Tar in it, would bring a rush of blood to my face.
14 Not long before, I had read in the newspapers, how a gentleman unknown had come to the Hummums in the night, and had gone to bed, and had destroyed himself, and had been found in the morning weltering in blood.
15 I felt here, through a tingling in my blood, that if Mr. Drummle's shoulder had claimed another hair's breadth of room, I should have jerked him into the window; equally, that if my own shoulder had urged a similar claim, Mr. Drummle would have jerked me into the nearest box.