Both men were shivering in their wet clothes by then.

The man in front of him shivered with fear.

The man shivered, but his wide eyes did not waver.

The young man shivered like a trapped rabbit, but he nodded, and there was still some sense in his eyes.

The young man shivered again, closing his eyes as if that might keep him from remembering.

It made a man shiver just to look at them.

Even in high summer a man walking there would shiver.

The man was wet and shivering but didn't appear to be hurt.

The great man beneath him flung his arms wide, shivered, and grew still.

The small man shivered again, trembled there in the blue and hidden room above the city.