To the left was a tall narrow window, bare to the coldness of the room.
A glance out the window revealed that the snow had piled up to four or five inches.
His empty gaze shifted momentarily from the window to her face.
He stood and walked over to the window, staring out it absently.
Jonathan was staring out the window and Alex was playing with Destiny.
Señor Medena colored and stepped over to the window, looking out.
He pressed his face against the window and managed a forlorn goodbye wave.
She stared out the window at the colorless winter landscape.
He nodded again and turned away, staring out the window while he sipped the coffee.
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.
Correct. He made it to an open window on the first floor.
"Just a sec; I'll look out the window," I answered as I hung up and dialed my next call, the office of After.
Green-eyes stepped between Bianca and Purple-eyes, and Purple-eyes backed towards the window again.
He remembered that close by his window there was a climbing vine filled with beautiful sweet flowers.
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.
Do you like to look out of your window, and see little stars?
I raised the glass, and he went off over the window-sill in that crippled state.
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.
Anatole brought two candles and placed them on the window sill, though it was already quite light.
Everyone crowded to the window, the Englishman in front.
He looked up: Dolokhov was standing on the window sill, with a pale but radiant face.
Pierre jumped upon the window sill.
Boris and Natasha were at the other window and ceased talking when Vera entered.
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.
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?"
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.
Alpatych looked out of the window and went to the door.
The shutters were all closed, except at one window which was open.
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.
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.
Princess Mary, with the paper in her hand, rose from the window and with a pale face went out of the room and into what had been Prince Andrew's study.
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.
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.
The count stood still at the window and listened.
Occasionally she leaned out of the carriage window and looked back and then forward at the long train of wounded in front of them.