1 The curly grass about us was on fire now.
2 He'd been fired; blacklisted for knocking down fares.
My Antonia By Willa CatherContextHighlight In BOOK 4. The Pioneer Woman's Story: III 3 I knew my hands would ache terribly if I went near a fire.
4 Whatever else was gone, Antonia had not lost the fire of life.
5 Few people were abroad, and each one of them was hurrying toward a fire.
6 The whole prairie was like the bush that burned with fire and was not consumed.
7 Those light, swift fires, running about the country, seemed a part of the same kindling that was in the air.
8 Our excitement began with the rise of the curtain, when the moody Varville, seated before the fire, interrogated Nanine.
9 If you took her in and gave her a warm place by the fire, she sang old songs to the children in a cracked voice, like this.
10 He was only twelve, but that winter he had got the job of sweeping out the Norwegian church and making the fire in it every Sunday morning.
11 After he had had every other kind of misfortune, his wife, 'Crazy Mary,' tried to set a neighbour's barn on fire, and was sent to the asylum at Lincoln.
12 If Sally whispered in her ear, or Charley gave her three winks, Tony would rush into the kitchen and build a fire in the range on which she had already cooked three meals that day.
13 He meant to shoot himself at six o'clock and would, if he had strength, fire a shot through the window in the hope that passersby might come in and see him 'before life was extinct,' as he wrote.
14 She was a battered woman now, not a lovely girl; but she still had that something which fires the imagination, could still stop one's breath for a moment by a look or gesture that somehow revealed the meaning in common things.