It was an old woman, peering from the ground floor window.

The door opened and the older woman peered around its edge.

The woman peered where she pointed, out into the night.

The woman called up a file and peered at it.

Harry stepped into view as the woman again peered from the window.

The woman peered at him from behind a curtain in the hall window.

A woman was peering in as she tapped on the glass.

A young woman strode up to the door and peered in.

The old woman screwed up her eyes and peered once more but only for a moment.

With dark almond eyes, the old woman peered at her.