I stood there for a moment, the sun streaming in upon me through the thick, dirty glass.

There were a few dirty glasses and I wondered which one he would choose.

Beyond it, on the other side of the dirty glass, is the fire escape.

I was quite annoyed she had used a dirty glass.

Here he sat for a while, staring at a square of dirty glass which gave what light was available, and reflecting upon things in general.

She saw his breath fan out in a mist across the dirty glass.

But he could get a clear enough view of the interior, even through the dirty glass.

The older man seemed to stare right through his son, as if he were made of dirty glass.

I peered through the dirty glass of the French doors.

The little light which had come through the dirty glass was already fading.