clotter'd

Updated: May 24, 2025

Then strange sympathies shall wake, The flesh shall thrill, the nerves shall quake, The wounds renew their clotter'd flood, And every drop cry blood for blood! Hardened as he was, the physician felt reluctance to pass the threshold of the man to whose death he had been so directly, though, so far as the individual was concerned, mistakingly, accessory.

Sir Walter Scott - The Fair Maid of Perth : Or, St. Valentine's Day