They put their hands into their pockets, and my hand kept growing clammier all the time.
"The Promised Land"
Mary Antin
No books of mine on stall or counter stand, To tempt Tigellius' or some clammier hand, Nor read I save to friends, and that when pressed, Not to chance auditor or casual guest.
"The Satires, Epistles, and Art of Poetry"
Horace a.k.a. Quintus Horatius Flaccus Translated by John Conington, M. A.