He groped around in the dim light, but could not find any way of escape.
By day he concealed himself in cupboards or under furniture, and by night he groped his way into the royal kitchen to eat whatever he could find.
Being groped by him again wasn't something she was looking forward to.
She groped for the nearest light and flipped it on, unsettled by the man even in the warm lamplight.
He groped his way down the path, the wind whipping his raincoat behind him, until he felt the mush of soft sand beneath his aching feet.