I never knew such a strange creature, yet harmless, mind you, as the babe unborn.
Well, that boy used to get ill about twice a week, so that he couldn't go to school.

There never was such a boy to get ill as that Sandford and Merton.

If there was any known disease going within ten miles of him, he had it, and had it badly.

He would take bronchitis in the dog-days, and have hay-fever at Christmas.

After a six weeks' period of drought, he would be stricken down with rheumatic fever; and he would go out in a November fog and come home with a sunstroke.
They put him under laughing-gas one year, poor lad, and drew all his teeth, and gave him a false set, because he suffered so terribly with toothache; and then it turned to neuralgia and ear-ache.