1 But soon the gas would be lit and in burning it made a light noise like a little song.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContext Highlight In Chapter 1 2 He sat in a corner of the playroom pretending to watch a game of dominoes and once or twice he was able to hear for an instant the little song of the gas.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContext Highlight In Chapter 1 3 He had to undress and then kneel and say his own prayers and be in bed before the gas was lowered so that he might not go to hell when he died.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContext Highlight In Chapter 1 4 He rolled his stockings off and put on his nightshirt quickly and knelt trembling at his bedside and repeated his prayers quickly, fearing that the gas would go down.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContext Highlight In Chapter 1 5 A few moments after he found himself on the stage amid the garish gas and the dim scenery, acting before the innumerable faces of the void.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContext Highlight In Chapter 2 6 I had expected a rush of gas from the week-old corpse.
7 I asked him why he had brought it and he told me he had brought it to have some gas with the birds.
8 The sight of the streets thronged with buyers and glaring with gas recalled to me the purpose of my journey.
9 The evening was falling and in a few minutes they would be lighting the gas: then he could write.
10 The dark damp night was coming and he longed to spend it in the bars, drinking with his friends amid the glare of gas and the clatter of glasses.
11 The gas in the pantry made her look still paler.
12 She was standing right under the dusty fanlight and the flame of the gas lit up the rich bronze of her hair, which he had seen her drying at the fire a few days before.
13 Night after night, in these newly built homes, the windows were ablaze with gas light and the sound of music and dancing feet drifted out upon the air.
14 When she heard the rasp of his key in the lock, she threw on a wrapper and, going into the gas lit upper hall, met him at the top of the stairs.
15 In the flaring gas light he looked at her incuriously and then he smiled.