By now the day had turned hot, and we began to run with sweat.

Both were covered with sweat and the dead man's blood.

He had been out on the streets all day and his face was running with sweat.

He made it across the street and down to the mission with sweat running into his eyes.

Once again, I feel the back of my neck hot with sweat.

His face was wet with sweat and he looked bad.

His jacket too was black with sweat across the back.

She said her family "built this place up from nothing, with only our own sweat."

The hair was the same as it had always been, only wet with sweat.

She thought he was probably too blind with sweat to see it.