The cold was coming back and I tried to tell him about it, but couldn't draw the breath to do so.

Just as my cooking was turning around, on came a rather nasty cold.

The cold was coming from inside me, some of it.

And the cold came, with much snow on the ground, and no man knew the way.

But on Sunday the cold came in again, along with a driving rain, and we weren't talking about summer any longer.

But when night and cold comes, what then for him?

As the cold came on, it became more difficult to find food.

The cold came over her, the cold and the knowledge that this had happened before.

That won't help you none when the white cold comes.

The cold is coming in, and the Dark will freeze you.