At this point in his reflections Wakefield's elbows began to feel rough and gritty.
It promised to be a glorious day, and London was stifling and gritty.
They felt the tops of their caps—they and the deck were gritty.
"It was gritty of Ralph to shut the bridge and stop 'em for you," went on the old man.
Chris called it gritty, and said it was the sand—to himself.