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
They were all intent and flushed, glinting with sweat in the heat of the room.
"Three Soldiers" by John Dos Passos
There I stood, sweating and trembling, laughing at everything in the room, yet all the while with this white terror mastering my heart.
"Three John Silence Stories" by Algernon Blackwood
Her room was very nicely kept, and she had on a shelf a novel of Sudermann's and a little book of Rosenthal's sweat shop verses.
"Making Both Ends Meet" by Sue Ainslie Clark and Edith Wyatt
From the equalizing room the sweat boxes are taken to the packing room.
"Scientific American Supplement, No. 829, November 21, 1891" by Various
We stood in that room alone, but I know that King felt as uneasy as I did, for there was sweat on the back of his neck.
"Caves of Terror" by Talbot Mundy
We are all honest workmen, and deserve standing-room in the workshop of sweating humanity.
"The Promised Land" by Mary Antin
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.