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The coals of drift-wood soon died to white ashes in his grate.
2
The fire in front of the lean-to was a bed of white ashes.
3
She fell forward into the fireplace, her face disappearing into the white ashes.
4
The politician again barely grazed the cylinder of white ashes with his little finger.
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Among the white ashes a tiny red spark was showing.
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Like a radiant hope it rose, faded, then leaped higher among the white ashes.
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The peat fire had long gone out and left only a heap of white ashes.
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Laputa's tall figure stood swaying above the white ashes, his hand pressed to his side.
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There would be no such white ashes of a spent fire for Julia to shiver over.
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Underneath them were white ashes, where Farmer Green had built wood fires, to smoke the hams.
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The fires had burned low, and the vagrant morning winds were beginning to scatter the white ashes.
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A cool wind fanned the embers, whipped up flakes of white ashes, and moaned through the trees.
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The whole structure of glowing logs fell down, raising a small turmoil of white ashes and sparks.
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On the hearth, above the white ashes, an earthenware stew-pot was boiling away with a gentle purring.
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Everything before our trembling eyes was changed, being covered over with white ashes as with deep snow.
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He did not even turn his head from his contemplative regard of the white ashes of the fire.
