Alondra walked into the room with some tissues and a damp rag.
The cool damp cloth did wonders to get her own face back to normal and she finally regained control.
A cool breeze lifted the damp hair at her temples and ruffled the hem of her full skirt.
Part of her hair was still damp due to the volume.
The cave was damp and cool, but she was warm and cozy.
Her hair was damp at the roots but her long curls as bouncy and cheerful as she felt fatigued.
It was four o'clock and he'd just returned from Montrose to find Cynthia still damp from her shower.
Marking the damp wall with chalk proved difficult, but they were satisfied the arrows were legible.
Before they hit the concrete, darkness swallowed them, and they fell through a cold, damp place punctuated by strange yellow doors.
The air was chilled, still and damp, like she imagined a castle dungeon would feel.
Rhyn opened the portal to the shadow world and walked through the damp fog to the forest outside the castle.
They hovered through the air, at last reaching one of the ships, where a doorway yawned open to reveal the damp yellow light and grey corridors beyond.
Kiera pulled her hair into a ponytail, the back of her neck already damp with sweat.
Instead I ambled past the house where I am to trade a damp and soiled mattress for domestic duties when arrangements are finally made by Joshua.
His body was damp with perspiration and his breath labored.
The air was tinged with the scent of burning wood and melted metals, sulfur, and the facility's damp mustiness.
One touch of her damp, cold body told him otherwise—she was soaked to the skin.
Before returning to his room, Dean stopped to adjust the remaining towel beneath Cynthia Byrne's damp head.
She got up and dressed, shuddering at the thought of the dark damp cellar.
The darkness smelled damp; the air was still and silent.
It smelled damp, like a cellar.
The rainfall is abundant, and the climate hot, damp and malarial.
The climate is damp, hot and malarious.
Had there been any doors or windows in the lower rooms, or had not the boards of the house been so thick and stout, escape could have been easy; but to remain down below was like being in a cellar or the hold of a ship, and they did not like the darkness or the damp smell.
Rostov thrust the purse under the pillow and shook the damp little hand which was offered him.
From pain, cold, and damp, a feverish shivering shook his whole body.