Jack wipes the sweat off his face and picks up the lighter.

"I can't believe that Jack won't wipe the toast crumbs off the toaster!"

Jack wiped his palms on his jeans and got to work.

Jack straightened up and wiped a drop of water from his chin.

Jack wiped sweat from his brow and fell into a vacant chair.

While she was looking, Jack furtively wiped the corner of an eye with his knuckle.

Jack wiped his hands on his cloak, many times, before he departed the valley.

Jack took a deep breath and wiped his face with his sleeve, seeming to get hold of himself.

Jack wiped the edges of his mouth with a paper napkin.

Jack wiped his eyes and looked at Richard, feebly stretching.