He found himself looking at his own hands, wondering if the dirt would cling.

Fire feels hot gritty dirt cling to his back.

When he held up the square, the dirt still clung in the cut outlining a round target.

He knew that he was disheveled, that dirt and sand clung to his trousers and even his coat.

Tools leaned against the doorway: a pick, a hammer, a chisel, a brush; dirt clung to them.

He had not shaved, dirt from the stopes clung in the thick black stubble of beard.

Jean-Claude's use of the word - the way he spat it out as if dirt clung to it - was a blasphemy that made me feel sick.

No dirt from the Modes clung to them, because it could not cross the boundaries, but their natural sweat did.

But dirt clung to him, and he was infested with fleas.

The dirt from under the porch clung to his skin, settled wetly into the creases.