As they sped on, with the road-side trees dancing past the narrow windows, and the white dust streaming behind them, the guardsman drummed his fingers upon his knees, and fidgeted in his seat with impatience, shooting an occasional question across at his grim companion.

It was four stories in height, grim and grave like its owner, with high peaked roof, long diamond-paned windows, a frame-work of black wood, with gray plaster filling the interstices, and five stone steps which led up to the narrow and sombre door.

And you already begin to throw your mother's country-folk out of windows!"

It was but the other day that he would have it that I was wrong when I said that one of the windows in the Trianon was smaller than any of the others.

Three long windows from ceiling to floor took up one side, and through the delicate pink-tinted blinds the evening sun cast a subdued and dainty light.

Full of curiosity, he peered out of the windows.

The rattle of their hoofs was at their very backs, and suddenly at one of the windows there came into view the red, distended nostrils of a horse.

Peeping through the windows, the prisoners saw a huge dark building stretching in front of them, so high and so broad that the night shrouded it in upon every side.

There the crop must stay for some months, with the windows open in dry weather and closed in wet.

[Footnote 1: Near us, this last winter, a person who suffered, and finally died, from spasms like those of the Seherin, also found relief from having the windows open, while the cold occasioned great suffering to his attendants.

The stained windows of the lofty Gothic hall, let in a subdued light which fell on the forms of kings and knights, clad in the armor they wore during life.

They crowded around the door, watching every motion, and gazed in through the windows.

In the evening Goethe's house, in a street near, was illuminated by arches of lamps between the windows, and hung with wreaths of flowers.

Within the walls the greater part of Frankfort is built in the old German stylethe houses six or seven stones high, and every story projecting out over the other, so that those living in the upper part can nearly shake hands out of the windows.

As I was standing beside it, a glorious choral, swelled by a hundred voices, came through the open windows, like a tribute to the genius of the great master.

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....

But the back bedroom, with its two queerly-placed melancholy windows, staring vacantly at the foot of the bed, and with the shadowy recess to be found in most old houses in Dublin, like a large ghostly closet, which, from congeniality of temperament, had amalgamated with the bedchamber, and dissolved the partition.

Well, while in this clairvoyant condition, which seemed but the lighting up of the theatre in which was to be exhibited the monotonous tableau of horror, which made my nights insupportable, my attention invariably became, I know not why, fixed upon the windows opposite the foot of my bed; and, uniformly with the same effect, a sense of dreadful anticipation always took slow but sure possession of me.

I, therefore, relate, as in duty bound, the catastrophe which ultimately befell it, which was simply thisthat about two years subsequently to my story it was taken by a quack doctor, who called himself Baron Duhlstoerf, and filled the parlour windows with bottles of indescribable horrors preserved in brandy, and the newspapers with the usual grandiloquent and mendacious advertisements.

In the short interval that intervened, I observed the woman from the window, who having in a leisurely way, and with a kind of scrutiny, looked along the front windows of the house, passed quickly out again, closing the gate after her, and followed a lady who was walking along the footpath at a quick pace, as if with the intention of begging from her.

The flames burst out from the windows of the Red Tower and were rapidly carried by a dry fanning nor

830 I wish to have thee here again, When windows flap and chimney roars, And all is dismal out of doors; And, sitting by my fire, I see Eight sorry carts, no less a train!

Stones have been thrown, and windows broken; indeed, there are threats of burning the palace.

The gloomy daylight coming in at the doors, and through the many windows, caught up no ray within.

It was narrow and lofty, more like a gallery than a chapel, except that the double windows at either end were arched and filled with stained glass.