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He was without kith or kin, a lonely old man, embittered and pessimistic, fighting vermin the while and looking at Garibaldi, Engels, and Dan Burns gazing down at him from the blood-bespattered walls.

DAN CULLEN, DOCKER 2010

This is the side of Emanuel that gets obscured by stories about obscenity-bespattered phone calls and gifts of dead fish.

Chicago, get ready for Rahm Emanuel's charm offensive Neil Steinberg 2010

That night the water was steadily creeping higher and higher, while a civil engineer, mud-bespattered, with the red ribbon of the Legion of Honor in his button-hole, was standing on the corner of the sandbag bastion by the Pont de la Concorde and measuring its advance.

The Paris Flood of 1910 | Edwardian Promenade 2010

He was disheveled, soused with water, bespattered with mud, his round face very pale, and he fixed a wild stare on the company …

Archive 2009-01-01 2009

As far as I can tell, your argument, which you inist Mr. Sidgwick must accept if he wishes to avoid being bespattered with innuendo about Final Solutions, is as follows: if the phantasms I, John Roosevelt, conjure up are true representations of reality, then a negotiated settlement is impossible; therefore, a negotiated settlement is impossible.

On Thursday, the Legg report will be published along with... 2009

Now move to strike the blight of this, our sad, blood bespattered earth

"To President Obama" 2009

In contrast, Catrin was bespattered and soaked, looking as if she had been wallowing in mud, and she received many disapproving looks as she trotted Salty through town.

Discovery Showcase - The Dawning of Power Tia Nevitt 2009

We spotted Mr. Schnabel, who arrived in white painter pants bespattered with drops of various shades of paint (no purple pajamas this time!).

Julian Schnabel: 'McCain Looked Like a Crotchety, Angry Loser' 2008

I raised my head I heard the groans of dying men, and a warm stream of new-shed blood bespattered me where I lay close to my murdered master as he gave up the ghost.

Rhesus 2008

I raised my head I heard the groans of dying men, and a warm stream of new-shed blood bespattered me where I lay close to my murdered master as he gave up the ghost.

Rhesus 2008