The audience, who had had time to debate and argue the question over and over, were all there ready to throng in at the opening of the doors, and sat listening, eager, anxious, and perspiring.
"The Eye of Dread"
Payne Erskine
Stas rubbed his perspiring forehead with his hand; after which he said: "And M'Kunje and M'Pua?"
"In Desert and Wilderness"
Henryk Sienkiewicz
While she was still in doubt, her husband came back, red and perspiring, with his coat off.
"The Locusts' Years"
Mary Helen Fee