1 "Shut the pantry door," she said.
2 Lily rose and moved toward the door.
3 She drew herself up and moved toward the door.
4 An impulse of curiosity made him turn out of his direct line to the door, and stroll past her.
5 But Trenor, with a promptness which did not escape her, had moved between herself and the door.
6 She signed to Mrs. Haffen to follow her into the drawing-room, and closed the door when they had entered.
7 He had again moved toward the door, and in her instinctive shrinking from him she let him regain command of the threshold.
8 But to Miss Bart's relief the repetition of her promise was cut short by the opening of the box door to admit George Dorset.
9 Miss Bart was turning to carry the letters upstairs when she heard the opening of the outer door, and her aunt entered the drawing-room.
10 Lily, to whom the name conveyed nothing, opened the door upon a woman in a battered bonnet, who stood firmly planted under the hall-light.
11 The former, at Selden's approach, paused in the careful selection of a cigar from one of the silver boxes invitingly set out near the door.
12 He knew too well the transiency of exquisite moments to attempt to follow her; but presently he reentered the house and made his way through the deserted rooms to the door.
13 She revolted from the complacent ugliness of Mrs. Peniston's black walnut, from the slippery gloss of the vestibule tiles, and the mingled odour of sapolio and furniture-polish that met her at the door.
14 His seat faced toward the door, and she guessed that he had been perturbed by the approach of an acquaintance; a fact confirmed by the turning of heads and general sense of commotion which her own entrance into a railway-carriage was apt to produce.
15 While these sylvan rites were taking place, in a church packed with fashion and festooned with orchids, the representatives of the press were threading their way, note-book in hand, through the labyrinth of wedding presents, and the agent of a cinematograph syndicate was setting up his apparatus at the church door.
16 She could never afterward recall how long the duel lasted, or what was the decisive stroke which finally, after a lapse of time recorded in minutes by the clock, in hours by the precipitate beat of her pulses, put her in possession of the letters; she knew only that the door had finally closed, and that she stood alone with the packet in her hand.
17 For this reason he had been especially pleased to learn that she would, as usual, attend the young Trenors to church on Sunday morning; and as he paced the gravel sweep before the door, his light overcoat on his arm and his prayer-book in one carefully-gloved hand, he reflected agreeably on the strength of character which kept her true to her early training in surroundings so subversive to religious principles.
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