They were alone together with the good clean wind and the bracing scud.

Memory painted for him a picture of that plateau high in the clean wind.

In its wake only a fresh, clean wind blew across the land.

It did not matter that rain was blowing in again; she must have the clean wind on her face.

I miss my runs in the country, where strong, clean winds would push me down long stretches of road.

She lifted her face into the clean, free wind.

It was lovely, too, to feel the clean, cool wind on their faces.

I went on then down the slope, my face turned to the clean wind that came up from the sea.

That clean wind which had been refreshing in the pass was lost here.

The smoke dispersed, as if a clean wind had swept through the room.