The flames shot up and lighted the whole garden well.

The flames would light them for the men high aboveto see their position.

Flame lit the broken white line he had followed from Tucson.

The tiny flames lit his face and made it mobile.

The flames beyond the porthole lit his face, and she seemed to understand.

The room seemed darker than before the quick flames had lighted it.

He passed the matches back and held the flame steady so Paul could light his own cigarette.

He was all in black, except when the flames lit him up redlike.

Then it drew itself up and that brief flame lit the empty eyes once more.

The flames lit the city and the wailing was louder.