Chapter

 1 3 | which, like a sick man's bad blood, the evil of their past
 2 6 |      eyes were injected with blood, but no tears came. I made
 3 9 |       stamping her foot. The blood flew to her cheeks, and
 4 9 |   was stained with a drop of blood. She rose and ran into her
 5 9 |    much, and she is spitting blood. Oh, it is nothing; it happens
 6 10|      stained with streaks of blood. ~Very pale, her mouth half
 7 10|     doctors tell me that the blood I spit up comes from my
 8 10|     grief, a woman who spits blood and spends a hundred thousand
 9 15|     when you saw me spitting blood you took my hand; because
10 16|    me awake, and inflamed my blood and my thoughts; while gambling
11 22| passed before my eyes and my blood beat in my temples. At last
12 23|     follow their return, the blood rose to my face, and I felt
13 24|  frequent in her malady, the blood rushed to her head and stifled
14 26| again. ~I have been spitting blood all the time. Oh, you would
15 26|     home. I coughed and spat blood all the night. To-day I