She picked a cigarette out of the pack clipped to the dash and lit it.

He pushed his coffee cup aside, lit her cigarette and his own.

He sat back again, lighted a cigarette, with a stare that was almost plaintive.

I lit a cigarette, gave it to him, lit another for myself.

Then the vodka flowed, the food served and the cigarettes lit.

He made himself sit on the arm of the sofa, lit a cigarette, trying to get his world in order.

He took a swig of lukewarm coffee, lit another cigarette.

He stared at the cigarette, still not lighting it.

He paused, lit a cigarette, astonished at the steadiness of his own hands.

Instead, he flipped his brother a cigarette, then lighted one for himself.