1 Dorian sighed and lit a cigarette.
2 Her eyes were lit with an exquisite fire.
3 He lit a cigarette and then threw it away.
4 Then he lit a cigarette and flung himself down on the sofa.
5 Dorian lit a cigarette and walked over to the glass and glanced into it.
6 He remembered wandering through dimly lit streets, past gaunt, black-shadowed archways and evil-looking houses.
7 Then he rose from the table, lit a cigarette, and flung himself down on a luxuriously cushioned couch that stood facing the screen.
8 The lamps were lit, and an open Dutch silver spirit-case stood, with some siphons of soda-water and large cut-glass tumblers, on a little marqueterie table.
9 As soon as he was alone, he lit a cigarette and began sketching upon a piece of paper, drawing first flowers and bits of architecture, and then human faces.
10 At the end he felt faint and sick, and having lit some Algerian pastilles in a pierced copper brazier, he bathed his hands and forehead with a cool musk-scented vinegar.
11 It was tea-time, and the mellow light of the huge, lace-covered lamp that stood on the table lit up the delicate china and hammered silver of the service at which the duchess was presiding.