Lit

Examples

• The porter lit it again, and I asked if that was all the light the clerk sent. Mark Twain. The Innocents Abroad.
• He fixed his vivid eyes on Archer as he lit another cigarette. Edith Wharton. The Age of Innocence.
• The men lit another cigarette and talked casually. D. H. Lawrence. Women in Love .
• My impatience to reach the church was so great that I could not remain inactive in the cottage while the clerk lit the lantern again. Wilkie Collins. The Woman in White.
• Five minutes later a lamp was lit in a room upon the first floor. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Return of Sherlock Holmes.
• A friend of mine met them the other afternoon in the Park--quite late, after the lamps were lit. Edith Wharton. The House of Mirth.
• In the meantime, in 1801, Le Bon, a Frenchman at Paris, had succeeded in making illuminating gas from wood, lit his house therewith, and proposed to light the whole city of Paris. William Henry Doolittle. Inventions in the Century.
• He lit the fire, Eustacia dreamily observing him from her couch. Thomas Hardy. The Return of the Native.
• Ursula nestled near him, into his constant warmth, and watched the pale-lit revelation racing ahead, the visible night. D. H. Lawrence. Women in Love .
• And that same evening, walking among the moon-lit forest paths, I poured forth my whole heart, its transport and its hope, to my friend. Mary Shelley. The Last Man.
• For many precious generations the new-lit fires of the human intelligence were to be seriously banked down by this by-product. H. G. Wells. The Outline of History_Being a Plain History of Life and Mankind.
• His blue, keen eyes were lit up with laughter, his ruddy face, with its sharp fair hair, was full of satisfaction, and glowing with life. D. H. Lawrence. Women in Love .
• Both of your lamps were lit, of course? Arthur Conan Doyle. The Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes.
• She rose, and walking across the floor stood gazing at herself for a long time in the brightly-lit mirror above the mantel-piece. Edith Wharton. The House of Mirth.
• Our way lay through some of the best streets of Villette, streets brightly lit, and far more lively now than at high noon. Charlotte Bronte. Villette.
• All the white beds--the lits d'ange, as they were poetically termed--lay visible at a glance; all were empty: no sleeper reposed therein. Charlotte Bronte. Villette.

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