door furniture

The carpeting is worn, the furniture is falling apart, and the electricity is out for most of the day.

Before Ripperda could unclasp his lips to reply, the stranger had opened the door, and passed through it like a gliding shadow.

She looked so sweet when she said it, standing and smiling there in the middle of the floor, the door-way making a frame for her.

She walked away toward another door, which was masked with a curtain that she lifted.

Hilda, trembling at the door, more than half expected Mr. Orgreave to say: "You mean, she's invited herself."

Then the door opened, the portiere was swept aside, and Anselme announced "Monsieur de Garnache."