In the silence the lamp sputtered, tossing shadows of the two men to and fro.

The lamp sputtered, flickered, was about to go out.

The lamp was sputtering now, but neither of them paid it attention.

The lamp danced and sputtered, but by some small miracle was not upset.

The lamp sputtered, dimmed, flared up again, then went out.

A lone lamp sputtered light over the desk.

The lamp in their midst was sputtering, the oil almost gone and only one wick burning.

And then, the lamp on his desk sputtered to life.

There are shops down here, with slitted gates behind which little lamps sputter and flicker.

The lamp clattered to the floor and sputtered out, leaving only streaks of lightning as illumination.