Sweat beaded on the Warder's hard face, and he struggled with the words.

Sweat beaded on her face, golden drops in the warm light.

He locked the door and leaned against it, sweat beaded on his face, eyes closed.

Despite the cold wind, sweat beaded on Rand's face.

A soft rain was beading on his face and shoulders, but he ignored it.

Robert could feel cold sweat beading on his face.

The instant passed, and sweat beaded on Liandrin's face as.

Sweat beaded on his face, but he played on, barely loud enough to be heard, staring into the fire.

There really was sweat beading on his face now.

Sweat beaded on his face despite the frigid air.