It was not morning, but the firelight, and I was in your arms, not in my little bed.
She held the child so that they could see the tiny face in the firelight.
A warmer flush than that of firelight alone lay on her cheek.
Full into the firelight, with a stealthy, sidelong movement, glided a doglike animal.
There was a glow of firelight through his cottage window, but no candle.
The gleam of firelight upon their bodies, and the waiting drummer.
The firelight played on her hair, glowing in it prismatically.
It was now between daylight and dark, and the firelight flashed in their faces.
The house was lit by the firelight only, which flashed like Will-o'-the-wisp on the hall window.
He thought he should always remember the firelight on her profile—there in the shadows of the room.