perspiration-dewed

Updated: May 29, 2025

Do look at the quiet beauty of that face, that body to be flung aside like this!" "There must be no more of this," panted Melmount, leaning on my shoulder, "no more of this. . . ." But most I recall Melmount as he talked a little later, sitting upon a great chalk boulder with the sunlight on his big, perspiration-dewed face. He made his resolves.

H. G. (Herbert George) Wells - In the Days of the Comet