Dry and worm-eaten, a spark upon them became a smoulder, and a smoulder a blaze.
When he heard the drums he flared up like a spark in the tinder.
Every spark of human feeling had evidently been stifled in him.
The dark eyes of Antoun lit with a spark of surprise and laughter.
This was his work, the spark he had kindled was being fanned into a steady blaze.
A spark of ...