chilblained

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 2010

His hands turned red and chilblained from the water into which the potatoes dropped.

Son of a Witch Maguire, Gregory 2005

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 Chadwick, Elizabeth 2004

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 2003

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 2003

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 Judith McNaught 1995

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 Judith McNaught 1995

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 Peters, Ellis, 1913- 1988

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 Peters, Ellis, 1913- 1988

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 Hall, Adam, 1920- 1985