Selecting from the few queer houses upon Mill Pond Bank a house with a wooden front and three stories of bow-window (not bay-window, which is another thing), I looked at the plate upon the door, and read there, Mrs. Whimple.
candlelight gleamed from one curtained bow-window; all the rest were dark.
Charlotte Brontë. Jane Eyre (1847)
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They spent four days in Edinburgh, in the small hotel with bow windows and pink steps located just behind the National Portrait Gallery.
Jonathan Harr. The Lost Painting, p.137 (2006)
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The bow-window looked down the avenue of limes; the furniture was all of a faded blue, and there were miniatures of ladies and gentlemen with powdered hair hanging in a group.