She went up to one of the open windows (one of those at which she used to gaze with a sick heart when the child was first taken from her), and thence as she looked out she could see, over the trees of Russell Square, the old house in which she herself was born, and where she had passed so many happy days of sacred youth. 
She looked out over the trees of Russell Square to the old house in which she herself was born, and where she had passed so many happy days. 