Phrases with "paraffin"

A. E. W. Mason It was a place of four bare whitewashed walls; a bar stood in one corner, a wooden bench or two were ranged against the walls, and a single unshaded paraffin lamp swung and glared from the ceiling. The Four Feathers by A. E. W. Mason [1902]

D. H. Lawrence A big tree leaned overhead, above the paraffin hut. The Prussian Officer and other stories by D. H. Lawrence

I entered the little shop, and passed from bright sunshine to a twilight smelling of paraffin and black-striped peppermint balls. Mr. Standfast by John Buchan [1919]

Some bedroom windows were lighted, for our people have the habit of burning their paraffin lamps all night. A Book of Ghosts by S. Baring-Gould [1904]

But the fire had not been started long before it came on to rain, and we guessed from the rattle of tins he had put paraffin on it, because although the rain became much heavier the fire went on. The Grave-digger of Monks Arden by Arthur Gask [1938]

Arthur Machen Bring the light over here, can’t you?” The man took up the blazing paraffin lamp, and set it on the desk, beside the scattered heap of that terrible manuscript. The Hill of Dreams by Arthur Machen [1907]

Ford Madox Ford Outside the door, beneath the antlers of a royal stag, in an atmosphere of paraffin lamps and varnished pitch-pine, she said: ‘Come up to my sitting-room. Some Do Not . . . by Ford Madox Ford [1924]

H. G. Wells I can see again that old kitchen in which we lived and the faded table-cloth and the paraffin lamp with its glass container. The Dream by H. G. Wells [1924]

William Henry Bragg Even when the screen is a layer of paraffin 2 mm. Studies in Radioactivity by William Henry Bragg [1912]

Dickson had been stubborn about electric light, holding that a faint odour of paraffin was part of the amenities of a country house. Castle Gay by John Buchan [1930]

Then from the sack again out came a paraffin blow-lamp, a number of tools including a big soldering iron, and the small mackintosh-lined sugar-bag. The Grave-digger of Monks Arden by Arthur Gask [1938]

There was some paraffin in the cupboard there. Limehouse Nights by Thomas Burke

Arthur Conan Doyle No one will ever know how the fire broke out at Melrose Lodge. It may have been the paraffin in the cellars, or it may have been the beams behind the grate. The Colonel’s Choice by Arthur Conan Doyle

I was the first to enter, and I saw cook wrapped in flames, and a paraffin lamp on the floor broken, and the blazing oil flowing over it. A Book of Ghosts by S. Baring-Gould [1904]

William Henry Bragg When the layer of paraffin is 8 mm. Studies in Radioactivity by William Henry Bragg [1912]

On it a paraffin lamp without a globe shed a hard glare on the three inner sides. Almayer’s Folly by Joseph Conrad [1895]

E. Nesbi A paraffin lamp was burning calmly in an orange mist. The Railway Children by E. Nesbi

There was need of paraffin oil, nails, string, dog biscuits, and iron for the horses’ shoes, none of which could be produced on the farm. Animal Farm by George Orwell [1944]

H. G. Wells There was a faint smell of paraffin without, for one of the casks leaked, and it mingled with a less unpleasant odour arising from the hacked and crushed creeper. The Food of the Gods and how it came to Earth by H. G. Wells [1904]

One side of the Emporium was crammed with pots, pans, pails, scythes, gardening implements, and saws, with a big barrel of paraffin partitioned off in a corner. The House with the Green Shutters by George Douglas Brown [1901]

Opposite the window was a one-burner paraffin stove, in a corner was a low truckle bed, and in the middle of the room were a table and one chair. The Grave-digger of Monks Arden by Arthur Gask [1938]

William Henry Bragg In this case a layer of paraffin 8 mm. Studies in Radioactivity by William Henry Bragg [1912]

D. H. Lawrence She went up a step out of the kitchen, carrying the paraffin tin. The Prussian Officer and other stories by D. H. Lawrence

Ford Madox Ford He had determined to give his thoughts a field day on that subject when he got warm into his flea-bag in his hut that smelt of paraffin whilst the canvas walls crackled with frost and the moon shone . No More Parades by Ford Madox Ford [1925]