Word: gate
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...continues to live in his villa, visits Paris infrequently. He is up each day at 5, walks, putters about in his garden, does all his painting after lunch. When unwanted visitors interrupt his work he emerges blandly from his house, announces that "M. Bonnard is out," and shuts the gate...
...walked out the gate of the Yard. The temptation to let everything go was strong, but social conventions were stronger. Too many people were depending on him to deliver the goods. He could be cynical in his room, but when the chips were down, there was no sense in acting like the lost generation. The left bank of the Charles was not Paris. And nothing was ever overcome or improved by running away from...
Precisely at nine o'clock every morning a trim but stooped figure enters the Wigglesworth Gate and proceeds towards the west end of the Yard. Now and then the stroller stops to examine a shrub or gaze speculatively at one of the old buildings, and passers-by can detect bits of conversation that pass between the stroller and some invisible colleague. Indeed, at certain points, the figure seems to stop and engage in lengthy discourse with himself, ending abruptly with a nod of decision and a hurried resumption of his path toward Lehman Hall. The early morning boulevardier is Aldrich...
...London gaunt, shy U.S. Ambassador John Gilbert Winant never gave a party unless he had to. He lived in a quiet house in Mayfair and turned his magnificent Morgan-donated Prince's Gate mansion into a dormitory for girl clerks...
...last week it was the Fourth of July; Winant and the girl clerks were gone; and Prince's Gate rang again with the tinkle of party glasses and the blare of a dance band. G.I.s had come with their girls-a few clerks; a few debutantes, and many a "five-shilling touch" from Piccadilly in full war paint. Hedda Hopper of Hollywood was there (in one of her hats). So were Wellington Koo, Sir John (now Viscount) Simon, Lord & Lady Mountbatten and General Spaatz. With cautious restraint, Clement and Mrs. Attlee sipped gin and lemon. Herbert Morrison wandered pixy...