1 He had been thrown by the fellow's machine lightly on the cinder path and his spectacles had been broken in three pieces and some of the grit of the cinders had gone into his mouth.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContext Highlight In Chapter 1 2 The man out of the last house passed on his way home; she heard his footsteps clacking along the concrete pavement and afterwards crunching on the cinder path before the new red houses.
3 There was hair upon the end, which blazed and shrunk into a light cinder, and, caught by the air, whirled up the chimney.
4 Athos took the letter from the hands of d'Artagnan, approached the lamp, set fire to the paper, and did not let go till it was reduced to a cinder.
5 The depot had not been rebuilt since the burning of the city and they alighted amid cinders and mud a few yards above the blackened ruins which marked the site.
6 I was tired of school, tired of winter clothes, of the rutted streets, of the dirty drifts and the piles of cinders that had lain in the yards so long.
7 The growing piles of ashes and cinders in the back yards were the only evidence that the wasteful, consuming process of life went on at all.
8 Little by little the scene grew plain: towering, black buildings here and there, long rows of shops and sheds, little railways branching everywhere, bare gray cinders underfoot and oceans of billowing black smoke above.
9 OLD JACK raked the cinders together with a piece of cardboard and spread them judiciously over the whitening dome of coals.
10 The old man began to rake more cinders together.
11 He sat propped up in the bed by pillows and the little colour in his puffy cheeks made them resemble warm cinders.
12 When she opened her eyes in the morning it was because a young housemaid had come into her room to light the fire and was kneeling on the hearth-rug raking out the cinders noisily.
13 His mother gave him a cake made with water and baked in the cinders, and with it a bottle of sour beer.
Grimms' Fairy Tales By Jacob and Wilhelm GrimmContext Highlight In THE GOLDEN GOOSE 14 At length the cook took him into his service, and said he might carry wood and water, and rake the cinders together.
15 I stirred up the cinders, and fetched a scuttleful myself.