hackingly

Updated: January 21, 2026

It's warmer than jumping out of bed every time. Bitter cold, isn't it?" "Freezing hard. I'm sorry your cough's worse." "Thank you. I don't mind cold so much. It's this wind that fair cuts me to pieces." He coughed again hard and hackingly, as an old lady came in for ammoniated quinine. "We've just run out of it in bottles, madam," said Mr.

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