1 I asked for cooling drink, and the dear hand that gave it me was Joe's.
2 Our punch was cooling in an ornamental lake, on whose margin the bower was raised.
3 They kept me very quiet all day, and kept my arm constantly dressed, and gave me cooling drinks.
4 He produced a long purse, with the greatest coolness, and counted them out on the table and pushed them over to me.
5 But she had wrote out a little coddleshell in her own hand a day or two afore the accident, leaving a cool four thousand to Mr. Matthew Pocket.
6 But, they tore up their handkerchiefs to make fresh bandages, and carefully replaced it in the sling, until we could get to the town and obtain some cooling lotion to put upon it.
7 Whereas the Boar had cultivated my good opinion with warm assiduity when I was coming into property, the Boar was exceedingly cool on the subject now that I was going out of property.
8 I never discovered from whom Joe derived the conventional temperature of the four thousand pounds; but it appeared to make the sum of money more to him, and he had a manifest relish in insisting on its being cool.
9 He was the kindest of nurses, and at stated times took off the bandages, and steeped them in the cooling liquid that was kept ready, and put them on again, with a patient tenderness that I was deeply grateful for.