1 The moist hungry earth, waiting upturned for the cotton seeds, showed pinkish on the sandy tops of furrows, vermilion and scarlet and maroon where shadows lay along the sides of the trenches.
2 The warm damp balminess of spring encompassed her sweetly with the moist smells of new-plowed earth and all the fresh green things pushing up to the air.
3 A balmy, soft warmth poured into the room, heavy with velvety smells, redolent of many blossoms, of newly fledged trees and of the moist, freshly turned red earth.
4 She looked at the thin forms, tossing before her, the sheets about them moist and dark from dripping water.
5 Pork had dug the grave the night before, close by Ellen's grave, and he stood, spade in hand, behind the moist red clay he was soon to shovel back in place.
6 Looking down at it, she saw that there was a dark moist spot, larger than her hand, on the cushion in the back of the chair.
7 She stepped onto the dark porch and closed the door behind her and the moist night air was cool upon her face.
8 A rapid shower had cooled the air, and clouds still hung refreshingly over the moist street.
9 She heard them smacking moist lips over every love-scene at the Rosebud Movie Palace.
10 The moment it was dusk she pulled down the window-shades, all the shades flush with the sill, but beyond them she felt moist fleering eyes.
11 Carol had not dared to look into the farther room while she labored over the supper of beer, rye bread, moist cornbeef and cabbage, set on the kitchen table.
12 She saw Maud Dyer peer at Erik with moist possessive eyes.
13 The whole party crowded to the spot where Uncas pointed out the impression of a moccasin in the moist alluvion.
The Last of the Mohicans By James Fenimore CooperContext Highlight In CHAPTER 21 14 As he passed the door he remembered with a vague fear the warm turf-coloured bogwater, the warm moist air, the noise of plunges, the smell of the towels, like medicine.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContext Highlight In Chapter 1 15 He's very moist and watery about the dewlaps, God bless him.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContext Highlight In Chapter 1