He took the man's umbrella and stuck it through two of the panes of glass.
The flies drummed against the panes—they also were captives.
He crept back from the panes, so that he should not obscure the little light he had.
He moved to the window, and stood drumming absently on the panes.
Mr. Coxon had wandered to the window again, and was thrumming on the panes.
The wind rattles the windows and streaks the panes with snow and rain.
Each gust, as it bore down, rattled the panes, and swelled off like the others.
The rain dripped down the panes, as if it had fallen into a monotonous habit.
Many windows had no illumination, and stones were flung at the panes.
Many were sent ready to be inserted, with panes already leaded in place.