1 It would take many years for the living blood of the generations to dissolve the vast black clot of bruised blood, deep inside their souls and bodies.
2 He was in that condition, the last phase of dejection, in which sorrow no longer flows; it is coagulated, so to speak; there is something on the soul like a clot of despair.
Les Misérables 5 By Victor HugoContext Highlight In BOOK 9: CHAPTER III—A PEN IS HEAVY TO THE MAN WHO LIFTED THE FAUC... 3 On the green felt of the table-desk, between legal blanks and a clotted inkwell, was a cloissone vase.
4 The recent thaw had disclosed heaps of ashes, dog-bones, torn bedding, clotted paint-cans, all half covered by the icy pools which filled the hollows of the yards.
5 My hair was all clotted with dust and blood; my shirt was stiff with blood.
6 The gleam of the match which he struck shone upon his clotted fingers and upon the ghastly pool which widened slowly from the crushed skull of the victim.
The Hound of the Baskervilles By Arthur Conan DoyleContext Highlight In Chapter 12. Death on the Moor 7 On the path, too, and among the heather were dark stains of clotted blood.
The Return of Sherlock Holmes By Arthur Conan DoyleContext Highlight In V. THE ADVENTURE OF THE PRIORY SCHOOL 8 The lower teeth and gums were covered with clotted blood and a minute piece of the tongue seemed to have been bitten off.
9 Had it not been for the red jagged tear in the neck and the clotted black pool that was slowly widening on the table, one would have said that the man was simply asleep.
10 The wounded man was shown his amputated leg stained with clotted blood and with the boot still on.
11 But him his faithful mates lead to the ships dragging his knees feebly, swaying his head from side to side, and spitting from his mouth clotted blood mingled with teeth.
12 The headlights blazed on the clots of ice in the road so that the tiniest lumps gave mountainous shadows, and the taillight cast a circle of ruby on the snow behind.
13 Then amidst the glistening of the whirlpools and the white clots of foam he distinguished a woman's bonnet floating alone.
Return of the Native By Thomas HardyContext Highlight In BOOK 5: 9 Sights and Sounds Draw the Wanderers Together 14 Thick among the tufts of rank stiff growth lay battered canisters and clots and coils of solid excrement.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContext Highlight In Chapter 3