He shivered all the while so violently, that it was quite as much as he could do to keep the neck of the bottle between his teeth, without biting it off. "I think you have got the ague," said I. "I'm much of your opinion, boy," said he. "It's bad about here," I told him. "You've been lying out on the meshes, and they're dreadful aguish. Rheumatic too."
1860 December – 1861 August, Charles Dickens, chapter III, in Great Expectations […], volumes (please specify |volume=I to III), London: Chapman and Hall, […], published October 1861