1 War is a dirty business and I do not like dirt.
2 Her lavender calico dress, so freshly clean and starched that morning, was streaked with blood, dirt and sweat.
3 This, then, was what Ashley had meant when he wrote that war was not glory but dirt and misery.
4 Hardly waiting to rub the dirt off on her skirt, she bit off half and swallowed it hastily.
5 No sooner had the lump gone down than her empty outraged stomach revolted and she lay in the soft dirt and vomited tiredly.
6 The floor was covered with muddy sawdust and everywhere was dust and dirt.
7 He said I could sublease them for next to nothing and feed them dirt cheap.
8 You've lived in dirt too long to know anything else.
9 There would be meat that had tumbled out on the floor, in the dirt and sawdust, where the workers had tramped and spit uncounted billions of consumption germs.
10 Besides, she was going to give me a pair of trousers, which I should not put on unless I got all the dirt off me.
11 The latter with calm faith began a heavy explanation, although he had been compelled to leave a little protection of stones and dirt to which he had devoted much care and skill.
12 A newspaper, folded up, lay in the dirt.
13 The youth leaned his breast against the brown dirt and peered over at the woods and up and down the line.
14 A few idle flags were perched on the dirt hills.
15 They surpassed in stain and dirt all their previous appearances.