Windows

Examples

• The shady retreat furnished relief from the garish day to the primitive man, and the opaque shades and Venetian blinds of modern civilization exclude the excess of light at our windows. Edward W. Byrn. The Progress of Invention in the Nineteenth Century.
• Suppose the thief had got away by dropping from one of the upper windows, how had he escaped the dogs? Wilkie Collins. The Moonstone.
• The house presented two pointed gables in its front; the windows were latticed and narrow: the front door was narrow too, one step led up to it. Charlotte Bronte. Jane Eyre.
• Soon, from a score of the great windows, flames burst forth, and the stone faces awakened, stared out of fire. Charles Dickens. A Tale of Two Cities.
• The windows by no means escape the general deluge. Benjamin Franklin. Memoirs of Benjamin Franklin.
• When we were out in the darkness of the quadrangle, we again looked up at the windows. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Return of Sherlock Holmes.
• The windows were dark and blank, already the place was frightening. D. H. Lawrence. Women in Love .
• I saw real glass windows in the houses of even the commonest people. Mark Twain. The Innocents Abroad.
• Just as he finished, however, we drove through two scattered villages, where a few lights still glimmered in the windows. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes.
• The room opened on a long wooden verandah, with the sea coming in at the windows. Edith Wharton. The Age of Innocence.
• I should like, for example, to see how far the windows of the bedrooms command the front. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes.
• He was now laughing himself almost into hysterics at something Mr. Dick said to him at one of the windows. Harriette Wilson. The Memoirs of Harriette Wilson.
• A great square house, with a heavy portico darkening the principal windows, as its master's heavy brows overshadowed his eyes. Charles Dickens. Hard Times.
• He examined the catches and fastenings of the windows, and then swore he didn't care for the devil and all his angels, and went to sleep. Harriet Beecher Stowe. Uncle Tom's Cabin.
• Presently, a light went up-stairs after her, passing first the fanlight of the door, and afterwards the two staircase windows, on its way up. Charles Dickens. Hard Times.

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