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

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

I went over to the french windows and looked out.

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

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

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

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

I got up and walked to the French windows instead.

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

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

Instead, he crossed to an open French window and looked out.

Nick took his glass and walked across to the French windows.

She did not look at him but out the wide French windows.

He stood at the French windows, looking up into the night sky.

All next to a French window, throwing in the light.

Someone had moved her chair so that it was in a new place by the french window.

Then he walked over to the partly open French window.

He had got out of his chair to shut the french window.

The french windows were still open by a few inches.

He walked to the French windows and opened them, then looked out the window to the street below.

He walked to the French window and threw it open.

She was over by the French windows when he entered.

It stopped, and there entered through the French window a young man.

She could see straight through to the French windows in the living room, and the garden beyond.

They went through the French window at the end of the room, and down the stone steps into the garden.