One with a strong stomach and a hard head may be able to tolerate much of the unconscious and undeliberate cruelty and torture of the world that is perpetrated in hot blood
He ate burnt flesh when he would have preferred it raw and unspoiled, and he brought down game with arrow or spear when he would far rather have leaped upon it from ambush and sunk his strong teeth in its jugular; but at last the call of the milk of the savage mother that had suckled him in infancy rose to an insistent demand--he craved the hot blood
of a fresh kill and his muscles yearned to pit themselves against the savage jungle in the battle for existence that had been his sole birthright for the first twenty years of his life.
A momentary blush suffused her face - perhaps, a blush of sympathetic shame for such an awkward style of presentation: she gravely examined the volume on both sides; then silently turned over the leaves, knitting her brows the while, in serious cogitation; then closed the book, and turning from it to me, quietly asked the price of it - I felt the hot blood
rush to my face.
And so always there will be wars and men will fight," he concluded, "for always the men with hot blood in their veins will practice the art of war.
He felt the thrill of hot blood coursing through his veins.
Throughout the day he was delirious, pacing up and down, uttering hoarse cries, gnawing his clinched fists, and ready to open his veins and drink his own hot blood
So the fight lasted for above a quarter of an hour, at the end of which time the page was almost spent and the hot blood
flushed his cheeks in a most charming manner.
I asked, feeling the hot blood
of my fighting ancestors leap in my veins as I awaited her reply.
and what made the hot blood
rush into my face when I saw it was directed in a gentleman's hand?
Well for me that there broke upon us from above such a sudden din as turned my hot blood
Also the air would be full of steam, from the hot water and the hot blood
, so that you could not see five feet before you; and then, with men rushing about at the speed they kept up on the killing beds, and all with butcher knives, like razors, in their hands-- well, it was to be counted as a wonder that there were not more men slaughtered than cattle.
soil with their hot blood
but will never succeed in its sinister designs.