She glanced out the window, still smiling.
Actually, I never gave it much thought until I found the window open.
The count stood by the window and listened without turning round.
A glance out the window revealed that the snow had piled up to four or five inches.
A deep furrow ran across his forehead, and standing by a window he stared over his spectacles seeing no one.
Correct. He made it to an open window on the first floor.
Señor Medena colored and stepped over to the window, looking out.
From the window of his office, the path was clearly visible.
"Just a sec; I'll look out the window," I answered as I hung up and dialed my next call, the office of After.
I found surprises, not in the stocking only, but on the table, on all the chairs, at the door, on the very window-sill; indeed, I could hardly walk without stumbling on a bit of Christmas wrapped up in tissue paper.
One morning I left the cage on the window-seat while I went to fetch water for his bath.
Pierre jumped upon the window sill.
Coming out of Kutuzov's room into the waiting room with the papers in his hand Prince Andrew came up to his comrade, the aide-de-camp on duty, Kozlovski, who was sitting at the window with a book.
The shutters were all closed, except at one window which was open.
A few minutes later Prince Andrew rang and Natasha went to him, but Sonya, feeling unusually excited and touched, remained at the window thinking about the strangeness of what had occurred.
Green-eyes stepped between Bianca and Purple-eyes, and Purple-eyes backed towards the window again.
He looked up: Dolokhov was standing on the window sill, with a pale but radiant face.
Boris and Natasha were at the other window and ceased talking when Vera entered.
He took out a notebook, hurriedly scribbled something in pencil, tore out the leaf, gave it to Kozlovski, stepped quickly to the window, and threw himself into a chair, gazing at those in the room as if asking, "Why do they look at me?"
Alpatych looked out of the window and went to the door.
She sat by the window listening to his voice which reached her from the garden.
Unconsciously she sat up, smoothed her hair, got up, and went to the window, involuntarily inhaling the freshness of the clear but windy evening.
On the rest of the way to Moscow, though the princess' position was not a cheerful one, Dunyasha, who went with her in the carriage, more than once noticed that her mistress leaned out of the window and smiled at something with an expression of mingled joy and sorrow.
At one and the same moment came the sound of an explosion, a whistle of splinters as from a breaking window frame, a suffocating smell of powder, and Prince Andrew started to one side, raising his arm, and fell on his chest.
Occasionally she leaned out of the carriage window and looked back and then forward at the long train of wounded in front of them.
"No, Mamma, I will lie down here on the floor," Natasha replied irritably and she went to the window and opened it.
His empty gaze shifted momentarily from the window to her face.
Jonathan was staring out the window and Alex was playing with Destiny.
He pressed his face against the window and managed a forlorn goodbye wave.
She stared out the window at the colorless winter landscape.
To the left was a tall narrow window, bare to the coldness of the room.
A small frosted window allowed light to enter the room that was obviously a storage space for heirlooms.
I'm sure some trusting farm folk will leave a door unlocked or a window open for my pleasure, for my endless possibilities.
Light glowed through the hazy window overhead.
He remembered that close by his window there was a climbing vine filled with beautiful sweet flowers.
Do you like to look out of your window, and see little stars?
Anatole brought two candles and placed them on the window sill, though it was already quite light.
One hand moved as if to clutch the window sill, but refrained from touching it.
Rostov looked out of the window and saw Denisov coming home.
"This is a mob of scoundrels and not an army," he was thinking as he went up to the window of the first house, when a familiar voice called him by name.
Young Rostov stood at a window with Dolokhov, whose acquaintance he had lately made and highly valued.
Princess Mary shuddered; her nurse, putting down the stocking she was knitting, went to the window and leaning out tried to catch the open casement.
As she was crossing the anteroom she saw through the window a carriage with lanterns, standing at the entrance.
Rostov moved to the window to see whom he was speaking to, and saw the quartermaster, Topcheenko.
"Yes, wait a bit," said Denisov, glancing round at the officers, and taking his papers from under his pillow he went to the window, where he had an inkpot, and sat down to write.
"It seems it's no use knocking one's head against a wall!" he said, coming from the window and giving Rostov a large envelope.
Just before the window was a row of pollard trees, looking black on one side and with a silvery light on the other.
Prince Andrew leaned his elbows on the window ledge and his eyes rested on that sky.
But before he reached them Pierre stopped beside a very handsome, dark man of middle height, and in a white uniform, who stood by a window talking to a tall man wearing stars and a ribbon.
He recognized her, guessed her feelings, saw that it was her debut, remembered her conversation at the window, and with an expression of pleasure on his face approached Countess Rostova.
On the fifteenth, when young Rostov, in his dressing gown, looked out of the window, he saw it was an unsurpassable morning for hunting: it was as if the sky were melting and sinking to the earth without any wind.
Nastasya Ivanovna the buffoon sat with a sad face at the window with two old ladies.
The day before the count was to return, Sonya noticed that Natasha sat by the drawing-room window all the morning as if expecting something and that she made a sign to an officer who drove past, whom Sonya took to be Anatole.
With compressed and parched lips and dry fixed eyes, she sat at the window, uneasily watching the people who drove past and hurriedly glancing round at anyone who entered the room.
When he opened the ballroom door Pierre saw Natasha sitting at the window, with a thin, pale, and spiteful face.
Chernyshev was sitting at a window in the first room with a French novel in his hand.
While the Emperor was dining, Valuev, looking out of the window, said:
The sun had reached the other side of the house, and its slanting rays shone into the open window, lighting up the room and part of the morocco cushion at which Princess Mary was looking.
They were sitting in the twilight by a window in the drawing room.
In the yard, at the gates, at the window of the wings, wounded officers and their orderlies were to be seen.
The count stood still at the window and listened.
That old man noticed a face thrust out of the carriage window gazing at them, and respectfully touching Pierre's elbow said something to him and pointed to the carriage.
Natasha's face, leaning out of the window, beamed with quizzical kindliness.
Natasha continued to lean out of the window for a long time, beaming at him with her kindly, slightly quizzical, happy smile.
You can see it from the window, she said to her cousin, evidently wishing to distract her mind.
And as if in order not to offend Sonya and to get rid of her, she turned her face to the window, looked out in such a way that it was evident that she could not see anything, and again settled down in her former attitude.
Through the open window the moans of the adjutant could be heard more distinctly.
And a minute or two later the Frenchman, a black-eyed fellow with a spot on his cheek, in shirt sleeves, really did jump out of a window on the ground floor, and clapping Pierre on the shoulder ran with him into the garden.
She sighed and walked over to the window seat.
When they finally got on the plane, she and Jonathan had a window seat - Jonathan in front of her.
She gazed out the window as if she hadn't noticed anything unusual.
He stood and walked over to the window, staring out it absently.
With everything ready, they sat on the window seat and watched for Alex.
He turned from the window and faced Señor Medena.
Each boom of thunder was loud enough to rattle the window panes.
Rolling down the window, she backed out of the garage.
She pulled the blanket around her shoulders and curled into a shivering ball, staring through the window into the darkness.
She was putting supper on the table when she glanced out the window and noticed Giddon riding Diablo back into the yard.
She woke to bright sunlight shining through her window and jumped from the bed, tugging on a pair of shorts and a blouse.
She stared through the window at the trail.
I kept seeing little Nick's face in the window when they left the house.
Escape was hampered by the fact that the window wouldn't open.
A quick glance through the window revealed the black car stopping beside the building.
The window was barely large enough for her to pass through, but she might be able to get out that way.
She held her breath while she tugged at the window, letting it out in a sigh of relief when the sash lifted quietly.
He nodded again and turned away, staring out the window while he sipped the coffee.
She wandered through the house, peering out the window until she spotted a small shed.
She watched from the family room window as he wolfed the food - a habit that had prompted Cade to dub him Scruffy.
You know, this house wouldn't be as cold if there were some curtains on the window and some rugs on the floor.
She crossed to the window and stood watching another majestic sunset.
He stared absently out the window and continued.
She screamed when she saw a figure at her bedroom window and her father chased him.
The warmth was nearly enough for me to nod off when I heard a honk and Molly waved from Betsy's side window as she slowly circled.
Here, some light vial the living room picture window provided a faint outline of fixtures and furniture.
I was fumbling with the window when I heard heavy footsteps move close to my door.
Unlatching the window, I tried desperately to raise it!
I started to open the window to get out of there but I guess he heard me because he kicked down the door and grabbed me and cut me.
Once there were eleven tadpoles in a glass globe set in a window full of plants.
As I sit by the window writing to you, it is so lovely to have the soft, cool breezes fan my cheek and to feel that the hard work of last year is over!
She stumbled upon Belle, who was crouching near the window where Captain Keller was standing.
When the sun got round to the window where she was sitting with her book, she got up impatiently and shut the window.
Sitting beside her in the car, I describe what I see from the window--hills and valleys and the rivers; cotton-fields and gardens in which strawberries, peaches, pears, melons, and vegetables are growing; herds of cows and horses feeding in broad meadows, and flocks of sheep on the hillside; the cities with their churches and schools, hotels and warehouses, and the occupations of the busy people.
This morning teacher and I sat by the window and we saw a little boy walking on the sidewalk.
One pleasant morning in the beautiful springtime, I thought I was sitting on the soft grass under my dear mother's window, looking very earnestly at the rose-bushes which were growing all around me.
When all outside is cold and white, when the little children of the woodland are gone to their nurseries in the warm earth, and the empty nests on the bare trees fill with snow, my window-garden glows and smiles, making summer within while it is winter without.
I have felt a bud "shyly doff her green hood and blossom with a silken burst of sound," while the icy fingers of the snow beat against the window-panes.
I walked about the outside, at first unobserved from within, the window was so deep and high.
In her own words, they were "good boards overhead, good boards all around, and a good window"--of two whole squares originally, only the cat had passed out that way lately.
I have thus a tight shingled and plastered house, ten feet wide by fifteen long, and eight-feet posts, with a garret and a closet, a large window on each side, two trap doors, one door at the end, and a brick fireplace opposite.
The upright white hewn studs and freshly planed door and window casings gave it a clean and airy look, especially in the morning, when its timbers were saturated with dew, so that I fancied that by noon some sweet gum would exude from them.
I took up the chip on which the three I have particularly described were struggling, carried it into my house, and placed it under a tumbler on my window-sill, in order to see the issue.
I raised the glass, and he went off over the window-sill in that crippled state.
I love to have mine before my window, and the more chips the better to remind me of my pleasing work.
Sometimes one came near to my window, attracted by my light, barked a vulpine curse at me, and then retreated.
The phÅ“be had already come once more and looked in at my door and window, to see if my house was cavern-like enough for her, sustaining herself on humming wings with clinched talons, as if she held by the air, while she surveyed the premises.
It was formerly the custom in our village, when a poor debtor came out of jail, for his acquaintances to salute him, looking through their fingers, which were crossed to represent the grating of a jail window, "How do ye do?"
Another voice, from a man of medium height with clear blue eyes, particularly striking among all these drunken voices by its sober ring, cried from the window: "Come here; part the bets!"
Pierre drank one glass after another, looking from under his brows at the tipsy guests who were again crowding round the window, and listening to their chatter.
Anatole kept on refilling Pierre's glass while explaining that Dolokhov was betting with Stevens, an English naval officer, that he would drink a bottle of rum sitting on the outer ledge of the third floor window with his legs hanging out.
The window frame which prevented anyone from sitting on the outer sill was being forced out by two footmen, who were evidently flurried and intimidated by the directions and shouts of the gentlemen around.
Dolokhov, the bottle of rum still in his hand, jumped onto the window sill.
Fifty imperials... that I will drink a whole bottle of rum without taking it from my mouth, sitting outside the window on this spot" (he stooped and pointed to the sloping ledge outside the window) "and without holding on to anything.
"Wait!" cried Dolokhov, hammering with the bottle on the window sill to attract attention.
Oh! he muttered, looking down from the window at the stones of the pavement.
Placing the bottle on the window sill where he could reach it easily, Dolokhov climbed carefully and slowly through the window and lowered his legs.
Everyone crowded to the window, the Englishman in front.
One of the footmen who had stooped to pick up some broken glass remained in that position without taking his eyes from the window and from Dolokhov's back.
He got up and went to the window to open it.
He is gone and no one will hinder you, she said to herself, and sinking into a chair she let her head fall on the window sill.
For a long time that night Princess Mary sat by the open window of her room hearing the sound of the peasants' voices that reached her from the village, but it was not of them she was thinking.
There! shouted the Frenchman at the window, pointing to the garden at the back of the house.
Staring out the bay window at the old house, she abandoned her coffee cup on the window sill.
Did she have a window seat?
Señor Medena colored and stepped over to the window, looking out.
Alex was on the window seat when she returned, gazing out at the night.
She started to get up so she could lead him to their bedroom, but he tugged her back down to the window seat.
Carmen leaned against the nursery window, gazing at them in awe - Alex at her side.
The first raindrop slammed into the window so hard that she instinctively recoiled.
... found the window unlocked.
He nodded and crossed to the window and stared out at the rain.
We tackle our work; professionally and without rancor to one another in spite of a pall of indecision that oft times seeps in like a chill from a leaky window frame.
I can see from my perch a window downstairs in back remains open to catch the lovely spring breeze.
There was no window and the only ornaments were crucifixes on three walls.
Green-eyes stepped between Bianca and Purple-eyes, and Purple-eyes backed towards the window again.
My father was obliged to get a ladder and take Miss Sullivan out through the window--much to my delight.
Teacher says she can see Venus from our window, and it is a large and beautiful star.
One sits on the twig of a tree, just beneath our window, and he fills the air with his glad songs.
Then the Russian ambassador took him by the shoulder, led him to the window, and began to talk to him.
Natasha stepped up to the window and pondered.
Prince Andrew stood by a window talking to the ladies and listened to her.
Through the kitchen window, she saw Brandon ride up and dismount.
He glanced out the window and realized he'd pulled in the entrance for the emergency room and morgue.
She glanced out the window and saw Yancey was almost to the house.
There she entered in at Dorothy's window in the dome and aroused her from her sleep.