bleeding

There were rosy bleeding-hearts and great splendid crimson peonies; white, fragrant narcissi and thorny, sweet Scotch roses; pink and blue and white columbines and lilac-tinted Bouncing Bets; clumps of southernwood and ribbon grass and mint; purple Adam-and-Eve, daffodils, and masses of sweet clover white with its delicate, fragrant, feathery sprays; scarlet lightning that shot its fiery lances over prim white musk-flowers; a garden it was where sunshine lingered and bees hummed, and winds, beguiled into loitering, purred and rustled.

He held out his hand, and I saw in the light of the lamp that two of his knuckles were burst and bleeding.

Halfway down I slipped, but, by the blessing of God, I landed, torn and bleeding, upon the path.

I do not see any indications of bleeding on the line.”