Word: latches
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...afflicted with intermittent lunacy. But Mary Lamb seems to have felt quite at home in it. At times when she did not, or when Charles, who was something of a tosspot (Mary used to leave his bedroom door ajar so that Charles would not have to fumble at the latch), was reforming, the Lambs would go for a browse in the country. On one vacation they estimated that they walked 350 miles...
...White Horse." Features, 1) an air-cooled motor which is slung just ahead of the rear axle, can be unhitched and wheeled out on the rear wheels, an arrangement which claims to eliminate 551 parts, to facilitate keeping a fleet of trucks in condition, 2) a push-button door latch which needs but to be properly bumped to open, 3) an all-welded chassis (no bolts, no rivets), 4) a clutch-and-gear-shift combination which can be operated with one hand. Capacity of the truck is from 1½ to 3 tons pay load. Use, for door-to-door...
That Italy remained nominally in the League for more than two years after sanctions were imposed has been commonly attributed to a lingering hope for British friendship. The final break is presumably an abandonment of that hope; but there is reason to believe that the latch-key is still out. Were the democracies to present Italy a united front, demanding return to active cooperation with the League and offering both sorely needed capital and other economic concessions, she would undoubtedly accept. A similar adjustment of Germany's problems can be made; but the co-operation of the United States...
...that moment Shaffer, who was on the outside, saw that things were not going right, bumped into the front door to open it, the latch would not release and thinking that the door was locked Shaffer started to fire through the glass. Walsh and another G-man returned Shaffer's fire and drove him into the street where he was killed from various shots...
...candle in the tower winked out. All was stillness. The friar turned toward the building and stood motionless. Presently a latch clicked, and a woman hurried across the moonlit award and slipped into his arms. They kissed, and then stood for a long time whispering. At intervals, in the pale light, their faces fused. His the eager artist's, burning with creation; her's with a strange detachment--one day to be immortalized in pigment. At last they moved apart and then stole quickly down the garden path to a door in the old wall. The man opened...