The brown-skinned man regarded Demetrios without fear, then noisily hawked and spat on the dock.

The old man hawked and spat on the grass, then scratched at the itching stump of his right wrist.

The old man hawked and spat once more, his pale blue eyes gleaming.

A few feet ahead, a man was hawking a famous designer's sunglasses from a makeshift table.

Nonetheless, somewhere out there, a man was now hawking what had once been my own custom-worn size-7 footholds on the world.

At one a man hawked coffee; at the other a woman fished zeppole out of a deep fryer.

The dark man hawked and spat juicily.

The old man hawked and spat again.

The old man hawked and spat over the rim of the stone wall.