He that dies in an earnest pursuit, is like one that is wounded in
hot blood; who, for the time, scarce feels the hurt; and therefore a mind fixed, and bent upon somewhat that is good, doth avert the dolors of death.
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 and stupidity.
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."
Hot blood,
hot blood.' And the little man took a warning pinch, and shook his head doubtfully.
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.
"Have they ever subjected you to cruelty and ignominy, Dejah Thoris?" 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 cold!
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.