The mutton-fat light still burned, though he had shielded its glow from the window.

Or maybe the lights burned for recent insomniacs like me.

Here and there a dim light burned above a gin-mill doorway.

For one moment a brilliant light burned in him as he looked at me.

At this hour of the night only a single light burned in that long stretch of hall.

Even now, soft, inviting lights burned behind many of the windows.

A single light burned in the room she knew was his.

Not a single light burned in the settlement Margo grinned.

A single light burned on the desk, the rest of the office was in thick shadow as Adrian wiped his face and talked.

In the tiny villages just one or two lights still burned.