1 He would lie there and cough and cough, day and night, wasting away to a mere skeleton.
2 In the first place she was developing a cough, like the one that had killed old Dede Antanas.
3 Now as he rises he is seized with a coughing fit, and holds himself by his chair and turns away his wan and battered face until it passes.
4 So the old man's cough grew every day worse, until there came a time when it hardly ever stopped, and he had become a nuisance about the place.
5 So he tied up his feet, and went on limping about and coughing, until at last he fell to pieces, all at once and in a heap, like the One-Horse Shay.
6 They knew nothing about consumption whatever, except that it made people cough; and for two weeks they had been worrying about a coughing-spell of Antanas.
7 He had had all the diseases that babies are heir to, in quick succession, scarlet fever, mumps, and whooping cough in the first year, and now he was down with the measles.
8 Mary had had consumption, and all day long you might hear her coughing as she worked; of late she had been going all to pieces, and when Marija came, the "forelady" had suddenly decided to turn her off.
9 In his manhood he worked in a cotton mill, but then a coughing fell upon him, and he had to leave; out in the country the trouble disappeared, but he has been working in the pickle rooms at Durham's, and the breathing of the cold, damp air all day has brought it back.