He walked to the window and looked out at the snow- covered ground and beyond it to the slate- gray river in the distance.

Steve was standing next to his mount at the bank, gazing out across the gray river.

He stood staring out over the great grey river towards the south.

Even the rain had for the moment stopped falling, and the gray river flowed placidly.

He turned his eyes to the grey gleaming river, winding along towards Dublin.

And, beyond it, the grey river and the delicate winter forest.

The road flows toward me like a gray river.

The men turned again to their fishing, stood over the grey glinting river like statues.

The grey river stretched either side of the high steel bridge.

I looked across the gray river at the railroad yards.