It lipped over the sill of my window.

"Out of the window, Mademoiselle!" In my haste I almost pushed her from the sill to the lawn, and was leaning towards her.

Keturah sat down on the window-sill in the calm of despair.

" The boy stared from the window and drummed on the sill with his fingers.

It was unlikely that he could have passed me to gain the door, but I listened at the sill for any sound upon the stairs.

Two or three little crock-faced girls, from two to five years of age, had stolen in timidly, and a couple of young, frightened eyes were peering over the door-sill at me.

In this mood I went and leaned my arms upon the sill outside my window, and throwing my chest and nearly all my body on the marble, abandoned myself to the contemplation of the spectacle presented by the innumerable boats, filled with foreigners as well as people of the city, which gave delight not merely to the gazers, but also to the Grand Canal itself, that perpetual delight of all who plough its waters.

But shy and bold alike, they all flocked around Ruth's window, and sat on the sill within reach of her hand, and cocked their pretty heads as if it were feast enough only to look at her.

She haunted him by day and by night,worse by night than by day,for he dreamed continually of standing just the other side of a window-sill across which Victorine reached snowy little hands and laid them in his, and just as he was about to grasp them the vision faded, and he waked up to find himself alone.

Helping himself with his arms, he succeeded in crawling as far as the door-sill without wakening the overseer.

" She put it down obediently in its place on the window-sill among the cobwebs.

While I stood, in contemplation, a piece of glass, from one of the small, diamond-shaped panes, dropped, with a dull tap, amid the dust upon the sill behind me, and crumbled into a little heap of powder.

The impression left on my mind by my visitor is just as though a grasshopper had leapt upon my window-sill from the garden-bed, and sate there awhile, with his blank eyes, his long, impassive, horse-like face, twiddling his whisks and sawing out a whizzing note with his dry arm.

Claire put the orchids in water and set them on a sill near an open window.

He reached his hand across the window-sill towards Victorine; she did not extend hers.

Bring your sills up to the very edge of the swamp, then, (though it may not be the best place for a dry cellar,) so that there be no access on that side to citizens.