wicket-door

Updated: June 17, 2025

Filled almost with expectation of beholding some 'old, old man, with beard as white as snow, whom he might question concerning this deserted mansion, our hero turned to a little oaken wicket-door, well clenched with iron nails, which opened in the courtyard wall at its angle with the house.

Sir Walter Scott - Waverley: or, 'Tis sixty years since