Today, the debate was over: the house lay in ruins.

A house lay lost among those trees; a house that she had never seen.

The house lay in the middle of a substantial park.

It killed no one, but the house lay in ruins.

Her house lay just across the road from the hospital.

The house lay beneath him as still as a well.

His house lay in a free orbit, with a period of just over twenty-four hours.

The houses and the steep streets of the city lay very quiet in the morning light.

The mother was put in an institution and the house lay empty for two years.

Oddly, his house lay at an angle to the road.