Now, in the warm lamplit
room, with all its ancient implications of conformity and order, she seemed infinitely farther away from him and more unapproachable.
Most of the windows were dark, but now and then fantastic shadows were silhouetted against some lamplit
A pang shot through him at the memory of his lamplit
hours in the low-studded drawing-room.
As for the confidences and expressions of love that were heard not only in cornfields but in lamplit
rooms, where the windows opened on the garden, and men with cigars kissed women with grey hairs, they were not to be counted.
I ran to the house in Soho, and (to make assurance doubly sure) destroyed my papers; thence I set out through the lamplit
streets, in the same divided ecstasy of mind, gloating on my crime, light-headedly devising others in the future, and yet still hastening and still hearkening in my wake for the steps of the avenger.
For ever since he had visited the Hilberys he had been much at the mercy of a phantom Katharine, who came to him when he sat alone, and answered him as he would have her answer, and was always beside him to crown those varying triumphs which were transacted almost every night, in imaginary scenes, as he walked through the lamplit
streets home from the office.
For those staying overnight, like Coconut, there are wagons that kids can ride through the lamplit
paths after dark.
A gripping journey will take guests along lamplit
Victorian streets and on to dark moors where the infamous hound lurks.
It's a local's spot, serving the likes of stuffed avocado overflowing with tiny Oregon bay shrimp, and a creamy, old-fashioned stew made with Willapa Bay oysters, in a cozy, lamplit
There'd be fewer lamplit
moments of sheer intuitive brilliance in late-night essay writing.
She has always called him Mack, she has never called him Bill, because when she met him she was still in nursing school but he was already Mack to everyone, and he had already been to the Gulf once and back, and he seemed very old and sometimes sad to her, in the lamplit
nights at the pier when the ocean was spread out like a plum-black tablecloth in front of them, and all the things he had done out there without her, all the people and things he had seen, suddenly became clear to him.
Were the I rather like the description of the "exceedingly pretty", lamplit
interior being heightened when "the General proceeded to light different coloured limelights".