fire-and-brimstone

Lady Edith is so sad that her sadness nearly set the whole damned house on fire.

"A camp-fire would hardly flash and die out like that, Sarge," he answered thoughtfully.

She got up and stood in front of the fire, having her hand on the chimney-piece and looking down at the blaze.

The fire had been heaped over with earth—to screen it from prying eyes, I suppose, while the good work went on.

She also practises etching, pen-and-ink drawing, as well as crayon and water-color sketching.

But, as the keel of the boats touched bottom, each boat-load dashed into the water and then into the enemy's fire.