Tiny room whose window was never opened
Curtain for the window
On the cane chair under the window
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Pale green even in the window
Emptying the basin out of the window
Halts by the window and gazes
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Lay on the ground under the window
Kneeling up to the window
An octagonal vaulted chamber with a balconied window
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Her bed had its back to the window
Through the curtainless window day stole in
She went to the other window
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Sitting at the table near the window, working
Opened windows into the wrong world
A gale, exploding against the window
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Awnings lowered outside the windows
A reproduction of a stained-glass-window angel
Whistling up at vague windows
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Got up and went to the window. It was raining again.
Early light, coming through the uncurtained window
With its tiny windows looking on to the street
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Pat wandered from the window and took up the George Moore novel
He came out through the French windows
She got up and stood at the window
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There was moonlight in the window
There's a sharp rapping at the window
I am in the window, smoking
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They had seen it happen from a window
Then went to the window that looked on the street below
Watching you from the apartment window
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In my memory, at the window
The rain was still thudding against the window-pane
I think that I might open the window
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A camera is being held to the window
Silver things in the window
From the street the windows were in darkness
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His reflection could be seen in the front window
High up, from one of the small barred windows
His right arm through the open window
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I put all the lamps on and opened all the windows
A huge wall broken by gaping windows loomed above
Sordid glare of shop windows, made beautiful by distance
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A board nailed across a broken window
They opened all the windows
Sat and sewed by the window in the clear autumn afternoon
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The room was almost in darkness, the windows quite covered
The night I stared at from my window
A castle whose windows were glittering orange squares
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The windows, between lengths of white embossed satin
Our windows, on the second floor, overlooked the street
The butcher pulled down black window shades
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She had been sitting in her own window
The inner courtyard on to which my window looked out
The middle one of the three windows was half way open
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The sun filtered through the windows with remarkable subtlety
Rushed to the window, not to sail out of it
No lights behind its white painted windows
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Has to look out of the window at the elements, at nature
Draw down the upper frame of the window
The windows were shuttered. But there was a crack. |
