When she brought her master his breakfast on Sunday, she stood irresolutely holding the doorknob in her hand.

"Try the doorknob.

There's your gun with a bullet in it; there's your hand that's going to get the gun out; and there's your targetthat doorknob, say!

And then the bullet hits the doorknob.

The doorknob was a smashed wreck, driven into the thick wood of the door by the heavy slug of the revolver.

You saw that doorknob?" "Smashed?

Don't you know I'se not to blame, Lovers all act just the same, Treat me nice..." Girlie's fingers tightened on the doorknob.

Behind him he heard the murmur of voices, the sobs of a woman in pain, and the rattle of a doorknob.

It is manifest that visitors can see only the least repulsive parts of slavery, inasmuch as it is wholly at the option of the master, what parts to show them; as a matter of necessity, he can see only the outsideand that, like the outside of doorknobs and andirons is furbished up to be looked at.

It is manifest that visitors can see only the least repulsive parts of slavery, inasmuch as it is wholly at the option of the master, what parts to show them; as a matter of necessity, he can see only the outsideand that, like the outside of doorknobs and andirons is furbished up to be looked at.

He sat there and rested awhile, then caught hold of the doorknob and raised himself to his feet.

The Little Chap reached up a chubby hand to the doorknob.

" He paused a moment, his hand on the doorknob, looking over the head of the audience toward the entrance flap, where Cleofonte, oblivious of the tragedy which threatened the newer members of his family, still shouted hoarsely.

She stopped at the captain's sleeping room without wishing to pass the threshold, without loosening her hold on the brass doorknob in her right hand.

Phyllis Duganne (A); 8Sep55; R155793. Doorknobs.

Phyllis Duganne (A); 8Sep55; R155793. Doorknobs.

She had her hand on the doorknob.

of the Wood Thrush; it is a ruddy brown, with a faint brassy glint, something like a polished doorknob, particularly when the sun strikes his back.

He turned once more and mentally beat his breast as he muttered: "Why do I not decide?" Somebody touched the doorknob.

I reached for the doorknob, but before I could swing the door open Bob was upon me like a wolf.