fan-light

The servant slept at the end of the passage in a species of closet lighted only by a fan-light.

Eug�nie Grandet 2007

The next day found mistress and maid settled in lodgings in an old plum-coloured brick street, which a hundred years ago could boast of rank and fashion among its residents, though now the broad fan-light over each broad door admitted the sun to the halls of a lodging-house keeper only.

Two on a Tower 2006

One house, however, second from the corner, was still occupied entire; and at the door of this, which wore a great air of wealth and comfort, though it was now plunged in darkness except for the fan-light, Mr. Utterson stopped and knocked.

The Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde 2004

The front door was framed by glass side-lights set in delicate oval mouldings, and above, the colonial fan-light lined with silk fluted in

Flint His Faults, His Friendships and His Fortunes Maud Wilder Goodwin

It was an old house, with damp-looking walls (though that may have been because of the rain) and a spindle-shaped iron railing which ran up the stone steps to the black door, where I noticed a dim flicker through the old-fashioned fan-light.

The Shadowy Third 1923

One house, however, second from the corner, was still occupied entire; and at the door of this, which wore a great air of wealth and comfort, though it was now plunged in darkness except for the fan-light, Mr. Utterson stopped and knocked.

Search for Mr 1921

The younger, the one with the round dark head and quick dark eyes, seemed extremely interested in the door, and examined it competently, its harmoniously disposed wide panels, the shapely fan-light over it, the small panes of greenish old glass on each side.

The Brimming Cup Dorothy Canfield Fisher 1918

Slender pilasters and an intricate fan-light framed the opening where the door had hung; and the door itself lay rotting in the grass, with an old apple-tree fallen across it.

Summer; a novel 1917

His window and door and the little fan-light before the door were all I could see now, and even that pattern blurred and became uncertain and ghostly on the mat of the night.

The Best Short Stories of 1917 and the Yearbook of the American Short Story Various 1915

And she pointed up at the fan-light where, for the first time,

Okewood of the Secret Service Valentine Williams 1914