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Updated: June 3, 2025
I was recalled to a clearer sense of reality by something which I had not before noticed. In the door-post to the right was a small knob of rusty iron mocking reminder that to gain admission to a house one does not 'will' the door: one rings the bell unless it is rusty and has quite obviously no one to answer it; in which case one goes away. Yet I did not go away.
"What's that you're doing, sorting angels' feathers?" The room was filled with his good-humored chuckles. As quick as lightning one of the girls grasped a bundle and threw it at him. He only just escaped it by bending his head, and the thing brought up against the door-post. It was cotton-wool covered with blood and matter from the hospital dust-bins.
As soon as this task was fulfilled she left the room again, placed herself behind the half open door which led into the court-yard, and, pressing, her brow against the stone door-post, looked first at the senator's house, and then at Sirona's window, while her breath came faster and faster.
My raptured soul shall drink and feast In love's unbounded sea; The glorious hope of endless rest Is ravishing to me." Mr. Randolph raised his head from leaning against the door-post, and turned it to listen; with a look of lowering impatience. The screen of the hanging curtain was between him and the couch, and the look did nobody any harm.
"Now, now, now, where is the hand? that is what I want to see." The speaker was a little pettifogging clerk. "You will find it above, nailed to the door-post by a crossbow bolt." "Good!" said the clerk. He whispered his master, "What a goodly show will the 'pieces de conviction' make!" and with this he wrote them down, enumerating them in separate squeaks as he penned them.
Pushing the Princess behind the curtain and in the shelter of the door-post, Lorry leaped toward the center of the room, a pistol in each hand. Before him crouched the astonished desperadoes. "If you move you are dead men!" said he, in slow decided tones. "Here, Harry!" he shouted. "Scoundrels, you are trapped! Throw up your hands!"
My grandfather, totally unaccustomed to visit the glimpses of the moon in this adventurous fashion, was full of strange fears heard as many imaginary suspicious noises and voices as Bunyan's Pilgrim in the dark valley and once or twice stopt abruptly and grasped Owen's arm, while he pointed to a spy dogging them in the distant gloom, who turned out to be a door-post.
"You know," he answered, forcing her toward the door; "but you will go with me down the Yukon and forget." "Never shall I forget! So long as my skin is white shall I remember!" She clutched frantically at the door-post and looked a last appeal to Mrs. Evelyn Van Wyck. "Then will I teach thee to forget, I, Canim, the Canoe!"
Many remarked the grave and silent young Italian as he stood, with his arms folded on his breast, endeavouring to conceal himself among the crowd, or leaned, apparently lost in reflection, against the door-post at the entrance to the room, in which she happened to be.
The fellow had not hit out! He went to the door, opened it, and stood leaning against the door-post. All was still and drowsy out there in that quiet backwater of a street. Not a soul in sight! How still, for London! Only the birds. In a neighbouring studio someone was playing Chopin. Queer! He had almost forgotten there was such a thing as Chopin. A mazurka!
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