She did not glance at him, but held her cigarette in silence and refused to light it.
He broke away from her with a gay laugh, and lit a cigarette.
Max, cigarette in hand, was coming across, under the ailanthus tree.
But he smoked incessantly, lighting one cigarette from another.
Chip took the cigarette from his lips and emptied his lungs of smoke.
Chip made him a cigarette, ...