At the further end from the door was the high French window of which we had heard.

I turned, and the French window was open behind me.

She got up and went out by the French window into the garden.

She could see French windows at the far end of the room.

I went over to the french windows and looked out.

He went across the room and out through the now open french windows.

I got up and walked to the French windows instead.

She had made her way into his room and was standing at the french windows, looking out.

And the french windows behind it, open in the way they'd always been.

She walked away through the open french window into the garden.