I turned the
door-handle, and in an instant had crossed the fatal threshold, closed the door behind me, and stood in the presence of Madame Pelet.
Somebody was turning the
door-handle. He hoped it was Roscoe Sherriff.
Once more he softly touched the bell which gave one tinkle, then gently, as though reflecting and looking about him, began touching the
door-handle pulling it and letting it go to make sure once more that it was only fastened by the hook.
"I had taken hold of the door-handle meanwhile, intending to leave the room without reply; but I was panting with my run upstairs, and my exhaustion came to a climax in a violent fit of coughing, so bad that I could hardly stand.
B-- saw me last week' (I lugged him in again), 'and my hash is quite settled; pardon me-' I took hold of the door-handle again.
He left his horse in the yard to avoid making a noise on the gravel in front, and entered the parlor without other notice than the noise of the
door-handle. Mary was in her usual corner, laughing over Mrs.
'Then what did you grate the carrots on?' asks the voice, and the
door-handle is shaken just as I shake Albert.
Grewgious's
door-handle yielding to her touch, she went in, and saw her guardian sitting on a window-seat at an open window, with a shaded lamp placed far from him on a table in a corner.
He turned from his own class and his own quarter, taking nothing but a little bread as he walked along, towards the hill on which his principal employer lived, in a red house with black outside shutters, green inside blinds, a black street door, up two white steps, BOUNDERBY (in letters very like himself) upon a brazen plate, and a round brazen
door-handle underneath it, like a brazen full-stop.
Cheyne, in the boudoir state-room, where the French maid, sallow-white with fear, clung to the silver
door-handle, only moaned a little and begged her husband to bid them "hurry." And so they dropped the dry sands and moon-struck rocks of Arizona behind them, and grilled on till the crash of the couplings and the wheeze of the brake-hose told them they were at Coolidge by the Continental Divide.
He reached the kitchen-porch and turned the
door-handle; but the door did not yield to his touch.
Now the house was the size of a little dog's kennel, and now of a Noah's Ark, but still you could see the smoke and the
door-handle and the roses on the wall, every one complete.