But finally I reached a point where my fingers could just clutch the sill of the lowest window
, and I was on the point of breathing a sigh of relief when the sound of voices came to me from above through the open window
While some small parties kindled bonfires underneath the windows
, others broke up the furniture and cast the fragments down to feed the flames below; where the apertures in the wall (windows
no longer) were large enough, they threw out tables, chests of drawers, beds, mirrors, pictures, and flung them whole into the fire; while every fresh addition to the blazing masses was received with shouts, and howls, and yells, which added new and dismal terrors to the conflagration.
My two rooms were at the inner extremity of the new wing of the house in which we all lived, and I had five windows
to pass before I could reach the position it was necessary to take up immediately over the library.
Yes; there is a window
, or rather skylight, in it, which, as it looks out towards the country, Monsieur Stangerson has had barred, like the rest of the windows
They inhabited two garrets; and where the roof of the one house joined that of the other, and the gutter ran along the extreme end of it, there was to each house a small window
: one needed only to step over the gutter to get from one window
to the other.
Bertha," said she, plucking at the shoulder of her sister, "I have left the front window
Stunned by these rapid and repeated shocks, the two men could only vaguely obey the gesture, and, finding their way to the other windows
at the back, they discovered a scene equally startling, if less final and tragic.
Turning the corner they came to the largest room in the hotel, which was supplied with four windows
, and was called the Lounge, although it was really a hall.
Second-floor back windows
all open, atmosphere as sultry as ever, gardener's pruning-ladder quite safe in the tool-shed, savage mastiff in his kennel crunching his bones for supper.
She sat and looked out of the window
, curious to see something of the road over which she was being driven to the queer place Mrs.
I am very glad to take your windows
in tow,' said the Lieutenant.
In Jacob's Island, the warehouses are roofless and empty; the walls are crumbling down; the windows
no more; the doors are falling into the streets; the chimneys are blackened, but they yield no smoke.