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The Secret GardenBy Frances Hodgson Burnett ContextHighlight In CHAPTER IX
2 Dickon's eyes lighted like lamps.
The Secret GardenBy Frances Hodgson Burnett ContextHighlight In CHAPTER XXVI
3 He stopped and turned his head quickly, his poppy-cheeked face lighting up.
The Secret GardenBy Frances Hodgson Burnett ContextHighlight In CHAPTER X
4 Then she ran lightly across the grass, pushed open the slow old door and slipped through it under the ivy.
The Secret GardenBy Frances Hodgson Burnett ContextHighlight In CHAPTER IX
5 The guard lighted the lamps in the carriage, and Mrs. Medlock cheered up very much over her tea and chicken and beef.
The Secret GardenBy Frances Hodgson Burnett ContextHighlight In CHAPTER III
6 After they had left the station they had driven through a tiny village and she had seen whitewashed cottages and the lights of a public house.
The Secret GardenBy Frances Hodgson Burnett ContextHighlight In CHAPTER III
7 At first Mary thought that there were no lights at all in the windows, but as she got out of the carriage she saw that one room in a corner upstairs showed a dull glow.
The Secret GardenBy Frances Hodgson Burnett ContextHighlight In CHAPTER III
8 It opened into an enormous hall, which was so dimly lighted that the faces in the portraits on the walls and the figures in the suits of armor made Mary feel that she did not want to look at them.
The Secret GardenBy Frances Hodgson Burnett ContextHighlight In CHAPTER III
9 For two or three minutes he stood looking round him, while Mary watched him, and then he began to walk about softly, even more lightly than Mary had walked the first time she had found herself inside the four walls.
The Secret GardenBy Frances Hodgson Burnett ContextHighlight In CHAPTER XI
10 Mary told him her story about the midnight wuthering of the wind which had wakened her and about the faint far-off sounds of the complaining voice which had led her down the dark corridors with her candle and had ended with her opening of the door of the dimly lighted room with the carven four-posted bed in the corner.
The Secret GardenBy Frances Hodgson Burnett ContextHighlight In CHAPTER XV