I came over a third time, looked through the window, saw he still had his stuff here.

He left by the front door and I looked at the sky through the window.

They looked into the room through the window in the door.

I stood there for a moment, looking at him through the open window.

I looked through the window into the body of the truck.

Looking past him through the big window all I could see was sky and the kind of light you get over water.

He looked past her through the window to the playing field.

So instead, what I do is just stand outside and look through the window.

He went around to the back and looked through the window.

He had his back to her and was looking through the window, as she came in.