I'd better get washed up and change these muddy clothes.

Richard looked down at his own muddy clothes and rubbed his face again.

He thought about changing from his muddy clothes into clean clothes, but what was the point?

Having rested he now felt the chill from his soaked and muddy clothes.

She stared at the muddy clothes tossed casually on the bed.

She crossed the room, found the bundle of his wet, muddy clothes, and began going through the pockets.

He looked at their muddy clothes, and something dawned on him.

For one thing, he was hardly ever in, except to change out of his muddy clothes.

Had it been possible, he would've shed his muddy clothes, too.

Then he took off his muddy, bloodstained clothes and dropped them on top.