Windows flared and darkened as the king's servants lighted him through the castle.

Even at this hour of the morning, the sky outside was darkening with coming rain; servants were lighting the candles once again throughout the house.

But someone was there- By the time she went downstairs, the servants had already lit the gas to dispel the gloom.

I turned to go in and saw that my servants had lit lamps for me.

Once the servants had lit the fire, it became -a warm and comfortable, not to say romantic, lodging.

The servants had lighted the fire that morning, the first time in many weeks.

At sunset the servants would light braziers of eucalyptus branches and leaves.

In the front parlor, the bebuttoned servant was lighting candles.

The servants had lighted the lamps in the hallway and living room.

Already the avenue was dark and servants were lighting flares.