Charlotte sat on his knee, a very earnest figure, her teeth nipping her lower lip, her brows frowning with a very real perplexity.
"The Locusts' Years"
Mary Helen Fee
No ray of sunlight ever streamed down there, and the great hollow was dim and cold and filled with a thin white mist, though a nipping wind flowed through it.
"The Greater Power"
Harold Bindloss W. Herbert Dunton
There was a stiff, biting wind blowing straight down the river, nipping the fingers and toes of the crowd about the landing and whirling away the smoke from the chimney of the boat-house.
"The Crimson Sweater"
Ralph Henry Barbour