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.

1847, Charlotte Brontë, chapter 18, in Jane Eyre

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.

1899 March, Joseph Conrad, “The Heart of Darkness”, in Blackwood’s Edinburgh Magazine, volume CLXV, number MI, New York, N.Y.: The Leonard Scott Publishing Company, […], →OCLC, part II

One [old passenger coach], still used as a summer house, has been stripped of its wheels and repainted fairly recently in bright green, while the other, still in begrimed olive-green, has descended to the level of a chicken house.

1951 February, “Notes and News: Lynton & Barnstaple Remains”, in Railway Magazine, page 136

[…] he was surprised to find some half-eaten stringbeans and a crushed pack of cigarettes in the garbage pail. Though he was tempted to salvage the half-empty pack, it was already much too begrimed.

1989, A. B. Yehoshua, translated by Hillel Halkin, Five Seasons, Doubleday, Part 4, Chapter 25, p. 277