Such a cunning fellow would know how to escape a wet back.

If we look earnestly enough at the brightness which is on the other side of the glass, we shall forget the wet and not feel the cold.

The wax also protects it afterwards, and keeps the wet from rotting it.

But even to get soaking wet could not utterly spoil the road to Posilipo.

It might mean a different story, though, for those who are already sopping up the wet.

At last, wiping the wet from my brow, I took my place in the ring.