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How To Use Chilblained In A Sentence

  • With Spartan fortitude he had to squeeze his chilblained feet into wet socks and soggy boots frozen solid.
  • His hands turned red and chilblained from the water into which the potatoes dropped. Son of a Witch
  • From the same cause, the captain himself and several of his people had their fingers and toes chilblained. Narrative of the Voyages Round The World, Performed by Captain James Cook
  • Her burning throat was raw from hurling Christmas carols out against the keening wind in an effort to tempt passersby to purchase the rolls of music clutched in her chilblained fingers. A GIFT OF LOVE
  • her poor chilblained hands
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  • It's one of those stuffy phrases coined by the bureaucrats upstairs, hunched at their desks with a drip on their nose and frayed cuffs and patched elbows, their chilblained feet squeezed into their cracked patent-leather shoes and a mug of cold tea beside them as they scratch the epitaph across the file in longhand, like vultures picking at the bones of a dead mission. Northlight
  • In the long run this may lead to chilblained hands and/or feet.
  • Today he could not imagine such heat; he knew by the time they reached Branton, his fingers and toes would be chilblained. The Falcons of Montabard
  • Consequently, this will result in chilblained or frostbitten hands, feet, and ears.
  • There was no change of clothing to be had; wet boots enclosed ill-stockinged, chilblained feet; bodies remained unwashed through lack of basic facilities, or from sheer tiredness.
  • Just ask the chilblained citizens of Minnesota.
  • The inevitable coughs and colds of winter, the chilblained hands and heels, kept him busy replenishing the medicine cupboard in the infirmary, and thanks to the necessary brazier his timber workshop was somewhat warmer to work in than the carrels of the scriptorium. The Confession of Brother Haluin
  • Standing, barefooted in the dew-lush grass of spring on the Minnesota farm, chilblained when of frosty mornings I fed the cattle in their breath-steaming stalls, sobered to fear and awe of the splendor and terror of God when I sat of Sundays under the rant and preachment of the New Jerusalem and the agonies of hell-fire. Chapter 6

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