begrimed

“I knew Mr. Rochester; though the begrimed face, the disordered dress […], the desperate and scowling countenance, the rough, bristling hair might well have disguised him.”

“Trees, trees, millions of trees, massive, immense, running up high; and at their foot, hugging the bank against the stream, crept the little begrimed steamboat, like a sluggish beetle crawling on the floor of a lofty portico.”