blood pudding

In its over 1,000-year history, the land has soaked in the blood of millions of people.

The blood that accused his friend in his heart, rushed to his face, when he repeated what had been told him.

These differences of interests will lead to disputes, ill blood, and finally to separation.

There lay Bob Rock, covered with blood, and apparently insensible.

Well, the pudding moment arrived, and a huge slice almost obscured from sight the plate before us.

I tell you, madam, most distinctly and emphatically, that it is bread pudding and the meanest kind at that.'