Question

He bared his wrist, and offered it to me: the blood was forsaking his cheek and lips, they were growing livid; I was distressed on all hands.

Accepted Answer

La sangre había huido de sus mejillas y sus labios, lívidos a la sazón,.y parecía afluir en tumulto a sus manos.

Back	He bared his wrist, and offered it to me: the blood was forsaking his cheek and lips, they were growing livid; I was distressed on all hands.
Front	La sangre había huido de sus mejillas y sus labios, lívidos a la sazón,.y parecía afluir en tumulto a sus manos.

Sus La Bared Wrist Offered Blood Forsaking Cheek