Chapter

 1        I|        time to swallow the sea of blood that flowed at Waterloo;
 2        I|        shall have my last drop of blood first!”~ ~“I do not say
 3      III|          capable of doing in cold blood.~ ~It was thus that the
 4       IV|         its confinement, the rich blood crimsoned her cheeks, her
 5        V|        should be his wife—all his blood mounted madly to his brain.~ ~
 6       VI|        best also. Ah! he has good blood in his veins; we may well
 7       VI|          rascal’s hand upon me my blood boiled. I pinioned him.
 8     VIII|         breathed more freely. Her blood had frozen with horror at
 9       XI|          this insult sent all his blood in a boiling torrent to
10     XVII|           veins flows a different blood from ours. But patience!
11    XVIII|  information through him——”~ ~The blood had returned to the pale
12    XVIII|         very avaricious of my own blood, while I was very ready
13      XXI|          the priest, “beware! The blood you are about to spill will
14    XXIII|          be accountable.~ ~Enough blood had flowed; he must save
15    XXIII|          the table was a basin of blood, and Martial, with chest
16     XXIV|      white as if the last drop of blood had been drained from her
17     XXIV|       that Maurice felt the angry blood mount to his forehead. Fortunately,
18      XXV|    wounded and faint from loss of blood, Lacheneur has had only
19      XXV|           hands with the price of blood might deliver up a fugitive
20     XXIX| attempting to save the baron! His blood shed upon the guillotine
21      XXX|      grating sound that froze his blood with terror. What if someone
22     XXXI|        hungering for the price of blood, when, on the day of the
23     XXXI|          days, and by the loss of blood from his wound, which he
24     XXXI|      Lacheneur, weak from loss of blood, and exhausted by his long
25     XXXI|          and soiled with dust and blood, the woman rose, evidently
26     XXXI|           receive the price of my blood; but it will not bring you
27    XXXII|         discovered large spots of blood.~ ~“One of the fugitives
28   XXXIII|         so many tears and so much blood to flow. Had it not removed
29   XXXIII|          the price of Lacheneur’s blood—the twenty thousand francs
30   XXXIII|         other responsible for the blood which had been spilled;
31   XXXIII|         mind.~ ~Once only did the blood mount to his pallid cheek,
32    XXXIV|        While so much as a drop of blood~ remains in my veins, I
33     XXXV|        his frame, and a stream of blood gushed from his mouth. His
34     XXXV|      dexterity, was stanching the blood and applying bandages which
35  XXXVIII|        Have you forgotten all the blood that flows between us? You
36    XXXIX|         with apoplexy.~ ~“All the blood in his body has flown to
37       XL|          pale as if every drop of blood had been drawn from her
38     XLII|        the responsibility for the blood which had been shed.~ ~The
39     XLIV|       thought of her brother, her blood froze in her veins.~ ~Having
40     XLIV|          which had caused so much blood to flow, which had cost
41     XLVI|          the price of Lacheneur’s blood.~ ~
42    XLVII|            The sound sent all his blood wildly rushing to his heart.
43    XLVII|         may rest assured that the blood of the daughter will yield
44    XLVII|      grass. He went nearer—it was blood!~ ~Much excited, he summoned
45    XLVII|      happened last night, for the blood has not had time to dry.”~ ~“
46    XLVII|       victim lost a great deal of blood,” the priest remarked; “
47       LI|        she bit her lips until the blood came.~ ~“That is to say,”
48       LI|    treated me, your own flesh and blood? And I have had no wages;
49      LII|          what they have sown. The blood of murdered innocence always
50     LIII|       with a piece of iron.~ ~The blood of the betrayed Lacheneur
51     LIII|          the shedders of innocent blood.~ ~What misfortune had attended
52      LIV|   anonymous letter, but Martial’s blood mounted to his forehead.~ ~“
53      LIV|           cooled the ardor of his blood. He was, as he had always