I reached one hand up to the window shade and pulled it straight down.
I even tried the window shades, thinking that a paper might have been rolled up in one of them.
The lights were on in the house, behind drawn window shades.
I saw his face - first against a window shade; then with a door as background.
He raised the window shades and stared out into the night.
I stepped across the room and pulled up a corner of the window shade.
The lights, she could see through the window shades, were on.
He walked across the room and raised the window shade slightly.
The window shade had not been touched so far as he could see.
The room was black dark, with even the window shades drawn.