It was as though all the land had been smeared with the bloody hand
of the Great Spirit, of the Umkulunkulu.
With his thousand hell-hounds the fate of England might well he in the palm of his bloody hand
The bloody hand
fell to the ground, and the shades of death, with fate that no man can withstand, came over his eyes.
There were many rumors, some of which have vaguely drifted down to the present time, how that appearances indicated violence; that there were the marks of fingers on his throat, and the print of a bloody hand
on his plaited ruff; and that his peaked beard was dishevelled, as if it had been fiercely clutched and pulled.
Some fastidious persons--but they were exclusively of her own sex--affirmed that the bloody hand
, as they chose to call it, quite destroyed the effect of Georgiana's beauty, and rendered her countenance even hideous.
His spare figure was erect; his bloody hands
were quietly at his side.
Another showed to him his bloody hands
; for this fellow had ripped open Cornelius and disembowelled him, and was now hastening to the spot in order not to lose the opportunity of serving the Grand Pensionary in the same manner, whilst they were dragging the dead body of Cornelius to the gibbet.
Every second's delay on your part loosens this man's bloody hands
again, and leads to his escape.
He wiped his bloody hands
upon a bunch of leaves, slung the remains of his kill across his shoulder, and swung off through the middle terrace of the forest toward his cabin, and at the same instant Jane Porter and William Cecil Clayton arose from a sumptuous dinner upon the LADY ALICE, thousands of miles to the east, in the Indian Ocean.
"Why then do the Big-knives tell their red brethren to bury the tomahawk," he said, "when their own young men never forget that they are braves, and meet each other so often with bloody hands
The overturned and shattered furniture of the room, the brown pools of dried blood upon the floor, and prints of bloody hands
on walls and woodwork evidenced something of the frightfulness of the battle that had been waged within the narrow confines of the apartment.
I nearly fainted with the horror of it, and yet I had to keep a bold and smiling face; for well I knew that if I did not it would be out of my house that they would come next with their bloody hands
and it would be my little Fred that would be screaming for his father.