With that he pulled open his shirt, and with his long sharp nails opened a vein in his breast. When the blood began to spurt out, he took my hands in one of his, holding them tight, and with the other seized my neck and pressed my mouth to the wound, so that I must either suffocate or swallow some to the . . . Oh, my God! My God! What have I done?.
The boss's visit prompted a brief spurt of activity.
The runners spurted to the last lap as if they had extracted new energy from the applauds of the audience.