Peter Junior rubbed the moisture from his hair and shook his head.
"The Eye of Dread"
Payne Erskine
Her eyes met his unflinchingly, but his own were bright with moisture.
"The Locusts' Years"
Mary Helen Fee
The trees, that shook big drops of moisture down on him, were wailing, but he could hear them only faintly through the clamour of the fall.
"The Greater Power"
Harold Bindloss W. Herbert Dunton