My sweated friend, when work was to be had, toiled with four other men in his eight-by-seven room.
"The People of the Abyss" by Jack London
A sweating stoker from the engine-room saw it first.
"The Red Cross Girl" by Richard Harding Davis
He wiped the sweat from his face, and, in the interval of calm, found room for curiosity.
"When God Laughs and Other Stories" by Jack London
Silas Finn stood shaking in the middle of the room, the sweat streaming down his forehead.
"The Fortunate Youth" by William J. Locke
How I have seen them crowd and sweat in the drawing-room on a holiday-night!
"The Works Of John Dryden, Volume 4 (of 18)" by John Dryden
Fenwick sat up, shivering in the sudden coolness of the room, but clammy with sweat over his whole body.
"The Great Gray Plague" by Raymond F. Jones
Very little of the sweat that Jason wiped from his sopping face was caused by the heat in the room.
"Deathworld" by Harry Harrison
There I stood, sweating and trembling, laughing at everything in the room, yet all the while with this white terror mastering my heart.
"Lords of the Housetops" by Various
The sheet under him was wet with sweat, though it was no more than comfortably warm in the room.
"Gone Fishing" by James H. Schmitz
The hidden room was cool, but Garry Connell wiped the sweat from his eyes when he ceased his frantic efforts.
"Astounding Stories, March, 1931" by Various
On the Fourth of July, a 63-year-old man was taken by wheelchair into the emergency room of a suburban Virginia hospital, overwhelmed with dizziness and nausea and gripped by sweat-inducing anxiety.
TERRIFIED that her sharp chest pains, profuse sweating, dizziness and a sense of impending doom meant she was having a heart attack, the woman went to a hospital emergency room.
MORGANTOWN — The man his teammates call "Big Sweat " stood outside the West Virginia University locker room on Wednesday night, living up to his nickname.
Even if you sleep in a cool room, you may wake up soaked with sweat .
Thousands of University of Georgia students and their sweating parents jammed the campus Tuesday as many started moving into rooms at residence halls.
Over the years, the summer stenches from Johanna Foods' wastewater treatment lagoon have been described by neighbors as similar to cat urine or locker-room sweat.
There is, I suppose, a certain nobility in trying to make a living room or a car smell like a forest rather than, say, a pair of sweat-stained sneakers.