What is "crusted"

Usage examples of "crusted".

The interior of the town was crusted with antebellum mansions surrounded by live oaks that not so much towered over as embraced the property.

Outside, the moan of the tortured thousands shuddered up to the stars which crusted the sweating Vendhyan night, and the conchs bellowed like oxen in pain.

Blood had crusted on the stumps of his arms and legs, and now the crabs tore into him with relish.

On three Eastlake easels rested loose yellow leaves of what I now knew to be vellum, each the size of a page from a world atlas and crusted over with elaborately wrought lettering in gold and tarnished silver and crushed semiprecious stones.

He started to move on but a bearded flatboat man was suddenly in front of him, piggy eyes glittering with a half-drunken hangover and tobacco crusted in his beard.

The man, in khaki shook his head, staring down at the laceless, crusted shoes caked thick with debris of the pain of living.

Midway in this space a black well opened, and Carter soon saw that he had indeed reached the yawning gulf whose crusted and mouldy stone steps lead down to the crypts of nightmare.

Her face and hands were crusted with the black oystershell scabs he had first seen years ago on her abdomen.

It was a tiny hand and arm of ivory, parting the foam of a wave and holding a golden shell, in which the salt seemed to have crusted itself as if in some secretest ocean-hollow.

His path led through the trees and to a granite escarpment that formed a stairstep of ledges up the hill, ending in an overhang crusted with icicles.

Following the agent out the door, he trotted barefoot down the steps, oblivious to the crusted ice on the wood planks, the snow on the drive, and the subfreezing air on his near-naked body.

Its skin was dappled with small shellfish and crusted with strange cancerlike growths.

Lying as flat as possible on the crusted snow, only raising the head or body enough to load and aim, the men on both sides, with their teeth set, their glaring eyes fastened on the foe, their nerves as tense as tightly-drawn steel wires, rained shot on each other as fast as excited hands could crowd cartridges into the guns and discharge them.

Beyond lay the crusted ridge of permafrost that had built up in the warring crosswinds of the Euston Road.

His eyes were closed now, and he held one hand up to his right ear, which Karen noticed was crusted with a thin line of blood.