She went sadly on: there was no running or bounding now, though the chill
wind might well have tempted her to race.
My former chill
crept over me again, but I was resolved not to speak yet, for it was quite consistent with his words that he might be set on to induce me to connect these references with Provis.
that had first seized upon him when he heard of Houston's absence deepened and struck inward.
Never from the first could I sleep, but used to weep many a chill
, weary night away.
November was howling out of doors, and vexing the atmosphere with sudden showers of wintry rain, or sometimes with gusts of snow, that rattled like small pebbles against the windows.
These deep recesses, though protected from the winds that assail the summits of their lofty sides, are damp and chill
to a degree that one would hardly anticipate in such a climate; and being unprovided with anything but our woollen frocks and thin duck trousers to resist the cold of the place, we were the more solicitous to render our habitation for the night as comfortable as we could.
I suppose I must have shuddered, or betrayed in some other way my momentary chill
Archer noticed that his wife's way of showing herself at her ease with foreigners was to become more uncompromisingly local in her references, so that, though her loveliness was an encouragement to admiration, her conversation was a chill
He hated it because he connected it with the chill
and discomfort of the torrential rains, and he feared it for the thunder and lightning and wind which accompanied them.
In the damp chill
air and crowded closeness of the swaying carriage, she for the first time vividly imagined what was in store for her there at the ball, in those brightly lighted rooms- with music, flowers, dances, the Emperor, and all the brilliant young people of Petersburg.
Her silks and furs were drawn about her, for the air of Mars is chill
after the sun has taken his quick plunge beneath the planet's western verge.
Despite his chill
, and despite his teeth that were already beginning to chatter while the burning sun extracted the moisture in curling mist-wreaths from the deck planking, Van Horn cuddled Jerry in his arms and called him princeling, and prince, and a king, and a son of kings.