1 He kissed her lightly and slipped away.
2 He lighted the cigar and puffed savagely.
3 She collided with the problem of lighting.
4 The settings seemed flimsy, the lighting commonplace.
5 Light from the fire-box splashed the under side of the trailing smoke.
6 There were three gradations of lighting: full on, half on, and entirely off.
7 The lights of the thrumming car grew magically; were upon them; abruptly stopped.
8 For an hour she heard him moving about his room, lighting a cigar, drumming with his knuckles on a chair.
9 Jack Elder lighted the shavings waiting in the belly of a cast-iron stove which was like an enlarged bean-pot.
10 While her mind groped, the lights of a motor car swooped round a bend in the road, and they stood farther apart.
11 But his eyes were pink and unlovely in the flare of the match with which he lighted his dead and malodorous cigar.
12 They trailed up-stairs, after he had turned out the lights and twice tested the front door to make sure it was fast.
13 She followed a furrow between low wheat blades and a field of rye which showed silver lights as it flowed before the wind.
14 They were composed of ornamented posts with clusters of high-powered electric lights along two or three blocks on Main Street.
15 She was motoring with Kennicott, the car lumping through darkness, the lights showing mud-puddles and ragged weeds by the road.
16 Against the protest of Kennicott and Vida she mortgaged the association by sending to Minneapolis for a baby spotlight, a strip light, a dimming device, and blue and amber bulbs; and with the gloating rapture of a born painter first turned loose among colors, she spent absorbed evenings in grouping, dimming-painting with lights.