Word: doorly
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Dates: during 1873-1873
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When suddenly, with a wild gesture, he vanished from sight through the door...
...into the carpet. And as I think the matter over, I remember that Jones said something about its not being right to allow somebody to go to bed alone; that somebody chased Jones around the room, and finally threw a boot at his head as he disappeared through the door. All this is a little misty; but what followed is much clearer. I remember I sank into an arm-chair by the fire with no definite purpose in mind, but how long I sat thus I have no idea, - it might have been hours or minutes. Without my hearing...
...poultry-yards, and roasting it in the very fireplace by which we were sitting, I had fully made up my mind to break my long silence and ask him if he knew anything about Eliot's Indian College or Harvard's only Indian graduate, Caleb Cheeshahteaumuck Indus, when the door suddenly opened, and, on looking around, I discovered that it was broad daylight, that the old man had vanished, and that the new-comer was Jones. Yes, Jones, back with a racking headache, to beg for the homoeopathic remedy of "a hair of the dog that bit him." I told...
...beard, showed strategic powers far superior to those of my friend. Smith and I were one day seated in his room, - which, by the way, is a very pleasant one, - when we heard some one ascend the stairs with nimble step and cheerful whistle. He went past Smith's door and up the next flight to one of the rooms above. In about five minutes' time he came down, whistling as before, and with light knock and heavy kick demanded admittance at our door. Smith, innocent youth, supposing that he was about to admit a jovial classmate, drew back...
...than a bore. His passion, too, for Spanish literature was evidently on the decline. Well, one day he said to the knight-errant who formed the other party to the contract: "Now, my friend, I shall be obliged to study during almost the whole time in future, and my door will be often locked to keep out loafers; so whenever you come here, just cry out 'Sancho Panza,' and I shall know who is without." Why proceed? Of course the name of poor Sancho never proved the "open sesame" to our room, and my chum's edition of Don Quixote...