Book,  Chapter

1        I,  XI  |          his knife dripping with blood, his tall figure, his foot
2        I,  XIV |     mother’s side some Mongolian blood, he delighted in deceptive
3       II,  II  |      returned to her memory. Her blood boiled at the recollection.~“
4       II,  III |          in our veins instead of blood had it been incumbent on
5       II,  III |         when he had stanched the blood which was trickling down
6       II,  VIII|         they passed through. The blood of the victims was not yet
7       II,  XI  | brandishing his dagger, red with blood.~In fact, half an hour after
8       II,  XI  |     hands were soon covered with blood from the sharp and rugged
9       II,  XII |         they had paid with their blood their debt to holy Russia—