Word with alcohol or varnish

Usage examples of rubbing.

The beshti set to bawling and rumbling, rubbing necks and heads and snuffing familiar scents, as happy as the rest of them, weary as the creatures were, and deserving of rest.

The act of eating, however, with all its gustatory noises, the stinking belch that filled the cavern, the rubbing of the behemothian stomach-all this, all at once, horrifying and sickening both.

Then she jumped in fright as Tagwen stood up suddenly next to her, rubbing at his bleary eyes.

Behind him Booce was speaking mostly to Debby, who was rubbing his temples.

Legion General Bill Booly followed the corridor that circled the outer edge of the wheel-shaped space station, he found himself rubbing shoulders with all manner of fellow beings, including brightly feathered Prithians, hulking Hudathans, work-worn androids, exoskeleton-clad Dwellers, cybernetic humans, and more.

He advises rubbing the tumour with these vesicles bruised in the hand, and afterwards washing the part with sea water.

I suspected this behavior was the buzzardly equivalent of a cat rubbing itself against your ankle when it hears the can opener.

After a few more minutes of unsuccessfully trying not to think of what lay in store for a celibate nun in a meat show, I trudged over to the Man of Many Colors, who was lying very still on one of the cots, while the Human Lizard and the India Rubber Man took turns rubbing his wrists vigorously and mopping sweat from his forehead.

My breathing hitched as I hauled her close, rubbing her cushiony belly against my stiff erection.

I turned to the custode, who stood smiling and rubbing his chin in my doorway.

He was holding his helmet in his hands, rubbing his fingers along the panther decal affixed to the side.

Once you snag some fleas in the comb, dip them in a glass of water mixed with rubbing alcohol or detergent and watch the routed buggers sink to the bottom.

He shoved in close to the fire, butting aside Dorche and Miquit, rubbing his hands briskly and holding them over the flames.

Lord Trevor, an apron around his waist, sleeves rolled up, rubbing polish on an epergne that was breathtaking in its ugliness.

But Ern was still staring at the picture on the wall, absent-mindedly rubbing at the paint that the artist had streaked across his face.