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 1  2,5|          plan to murder me in cold blood. You had grown accustomed
 2  3,4|        pale as if the last drop of blood had been drawn from his
 3  6,4|        still wet with my brother's blood. Ah! chastisement could
 4  6,5|    shivered with cold, and yet the blood that flowed in her veins
 5  7,6|          stir the bile and not the blood. He saw his hopes and his
 6  7,6|   footprints!" ~As livid as if his blood had been suddenly turned
 7  7,7|            ready to give a drop of blood for each tear I can save
 8  7,7|       chilled M. de Coralth's very blood if he had chanced to see
 9 10,6|            given a pint of his own blood to know the contents of
10 11,1|    viscount's luxurious abode, his blood fairly boiled in his veins. "
11 13,4|         the woman he loved. "If my blood mounted to my brain," he
12 13,8|           animals, wanting both in blood and speed." ~Pascal and
13 14,1|          out for vengeance and for blood. "Ah! the great brute shall
14 15,2|      breast. I saw this. I saw the blood spurt out upon my lover'
15 15,2|        wiped away the foam-flecked blood which had risen to her lips,
16 16,2|           and decided upon in cold blood. ~"To tell the truth," he
17 19,1| down-stairs at once. Hope sent new blood coursing through her veins