1 Beth got a cold and took to her bed.
2 The baby's death troubled her, but I dare say she has only got cold.
3 I've been sick with this cold so long, and shut up, I'm dying for some fun.
4 He is well, and thinks he shall get through the cold season better than we feared.
5 It beckoned, gliding noiselessly before him down a corridor as dark and cold as any tomb.
6 There is nothing to eat over there, and the oldest boy came to tell me they were suffering hunger and cold.
7 In the cold gray dawn the sisters lit their lamp and read their chapter with an earnestness never felt before.
8 Laurie did not see, for he was carefully skating along the shore, sounding the ice, for a warm spell had preceded the cold snap.
9 I don't wish to get cross, so let's change the subject; and Jo looked quite ready to fling cold water on the slightest provocation.
10 Jo liked this, and after an energetic rummage from garret to cellar, subsided on the sofa to nurse her cold with arsenicum and books.
11 She is not hurt, and won't even take cold, I think, you were so sensible in covering and getting her home quickly, replied her mother cheerfully.
12 Jo peeped into his half-open eye, felt his little heart, and finding him stiff and cold, shook her head, and offered her domino box for a coffin.
13 Jo gave a sort of gasp, as if a cold shower bath had suddenly fallen upon her, for such an unexpected turning of the tables actually took her breath away.
14 Jo caught a bad cold through neglect to cover the shorn head enough, and was ordered to stay at home till she was better, for Aunt March didn't like to hear people read with colds in their heads.
15 I looked in Mother's book, and saw that it begins with headache, sore throat, and queer feelings like mine, so I did take some belladonna, and I feel better, said Beth, laying her cold hands on her hot forehead and trying to look well.
16 Meg had an extra row of little curlpapers across her forehead, Jo had copiously anointed her afflicted face with cold cream, Beth had taken Joanna to bed with her to atone for the approaching separation, and Amy had capped the climax by putting a clothespin on her nose to uplift the offending feature.
17 It was bitter cold in the morning, she dropped her precious turnover in the gutter, Aunt March had an attack of the fidgets, Meg was sensitive, Beth would look grieved and wistful when she got home, and Amy kept making remarks about people who were always talking about being good and yet wouldn't even try when other people set them a virtuous example.
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