Coughing
['kɔfɪŋ]
Definition
(p. pr. & vb. n.) of Cough
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Examples
- The poor creature interrupted me with loud sobs, which produced such a dreadful fit of coughing, I thought that she would have expired on the spot. Harriette Wilson. The Memoirs of Harriette Wilson.
- She was coughing most dreadfully, and her breath was still more oppressed than my own. Harriette Wilson. The Memoirs of Harriette Wilson.
- However, as soon as he could be heard through Mr. Smallweed's coughing and his vicious ejaculations of Oh, my bones! Charles Dickens. Bleak House.
- He seemed about to dispute this designation of himself when he was seized with a violent fit of coughing. Charles Dickens. Bleak House.
- The broker was taken with such a fit of coughing he burst a blood-vessel, and the man who let the bromine out got away and never came back. Frank Lewis Dyer. Edison, His Life and Inventions.
- This goes down your throat, and portions of it lodge by the way, and produce a tickling aggravation that keeps you barking and coughing for an hour. Mark Twain. The Innocents Abroad.
- She could hear a distant coughing of a sheep. D. H. Lawrence. Women in Love .
- Mr. Snagsby, with much bowing and short apologetic coughing, takes his leave, lightened in heart. Charles Dickens. Bleak House.
- She was stopped by a slight fit of coughing, and Mr. Weston instantly seized the opportunity of going on. Jane Austen. Emma.
- From the open door there reeked a horrible poisonous exhalation which set us gasping and coughing. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes.
- He shrank away and then fell forward upon the table, coughing furiously and clawing among the papers. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Return of Sherlock Holmes.
- Don't keep coughing so, Kitty, for Heaven's sake! Jane Austen. Pride and Prejudice.
- He was coughing from the TNT fumes and he felt numb all through himself. Hemingway, Ernest. For Whom The Bell Tolls.
- Here Mr. Smallweed, seized with a fit of coughing in the midst of his triumph, breaks off to ejaculate, Oh, dear me! Charles Dickens. Bleak House.
- I must go to the Mediterranean; poor Sheridan continued, putting his hand to his chest, and coughing. Harriette Wilson. The Memoirs of Harriette Wilson.
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