Ahead were the lights of the shanties where the Indian bark-peelers lived.

No one who lived in it was out of sound of the big saws in the mill by the lake.

He lived upstairs above the blacksmith shop and took his meals at A. J. Smith’s.

He lived in Udine and came out in this way nearly every day to see how things were going, and things went very badly.

In the late summer of that year we lived in a house in a village that looked across the river and the plain to the mountains.

I lived at West Egg, the⁠—well, the less fashionable of the two, though this is a most superficial tag to express the bizarre and not a little sinister contrast between them.