Her eyes were on my face, but she was staring right through me.

He simply stared at me through a set of cold eyes.

She turned her back on him and stared through the window.

She was now staring straight through him to the far wall.

Again it was as if something stared through them from the other side.

There was a face staring at me through the window.

She had turned away from him, to stare through the window.

Staring at him through the side window were two small black boys.

She was staring through him, at something that had happened long ago.

I tried to exchange a look with him, but he stared through me.