1 The sweat broke out on his backbone.
2 His powers of sweating were extraordinary.
3 The sweat started out on Winston's backbone.
4 The sweat had sprung out all over Winston's body.
5 A sudden hot sweat had broken out all over Winston's body.
6 The sun blazed down upon them, the sweat tickled his face.
7 As the door opened, the wave of air that it created brought in a powerful smell of cold sweat.
8 Although the pain had brought the sweat out on his forehead, the worst of all was the fear that his backbone was about to snap.
9 It seemed to breathe out of his skin in place of sweat, and one could have fancied that the tears welling from his eyes were pure gin.
10 But what really recalled her to him at this moment was the stifling heat of the afternoon, which had brought the sweat out on his forehead.
11 For a moment it felt as though his entrails were being ground to pulp between the two muscular hips, then he had broken through, sweating a little.
12 An overpowering smell of sweat, a sort of unconscious testimony to the strenuousness of his life, followed him about wherever he went, and even remained behind him after he had gone.
13 He was everywhere at once, pushing, pulling, sawing, hammering, improvising, jollying everyone along with comradely exhortations and giving out from every fold of his body what seemed an inexhaustible supply of acrid-smelling sweat.
14 There was the usual boiled-cabbage smell, common to the whole building, but it was shot through by a sharper reek of sweat, which--one knew this at the first sniff, though it was hard to say how--was the sweat of some person not present at the moment.
15 As soon as they arrived they would sprinkle everything with pepper bought on the black market, tear off their clothes, and make love with sweating bodies, then fall asleep and wake to find that the bugs had rallied and were massing for the counter-attack.
16 He had hoped to be alone for a little while during the lunch hour, but as bad luck would have it the imbecile Parsons flopped down beside him, the tang of his sweat almost defeating the tinny smell of stew, and kept up a stream of talk about the preparations for Hate Week.