Word: doorways
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...between the army and the S.A.O. The pieds-noirs fought stubbornly, hurling Molotov cocktails from apartment windows, aiming bazookas from the railings of balconies, taking potshots from behind rooftop pillboxes. Oil and soapy water were spread on the streets to spin the wheels of army vehicles. Soldiers advanced from doorway to doorway, crouched to fire from behind trash cans filled with uncollected garbage...
...other building is a ruined temple, the plaster facade coming away at several points disclosing the brick construction. The doorway is wide, almost square, and is hung with double scarlet curtains. These are closed and set off the six bottles of milk ranged before them. There is also another newspaper. In a corner lies an untidy heap of rags, and other miscellaneous trash...
Lugging his heavy cross, a convict was toiling up the steep street of Jerusalem that led to the hill of execution. He paused once, and would have rested against one of the houses. But the householder, standing in the doorway, told the convict to move on. He had seen plenty of such criminals on the way to crucifixion, and he did not think that they needed coddling. This one, though, turned and laid a curse on him: he was condemned to walk the earth through the centuries, yearning for death...
...dusk, in the Algiers suburb of Le Ruisseau, Moslem patrons in the Café de l'Espérance looked up from their mint tea and coffee as Europeans sped by. From one car, machine-gun bullets swept the oilcloth tables, from the other a hand grenade was lobbed into the doorway. Five Moslem men and a child died instantly; 26 others sprawled wounded among the tumbled chairs. Revenge-seeking Moslem crowds raged into the streets, stoning passing cars. Three autos were halted, their European drivers dragged out and beaten to death...
Murder, She Said (M-G-M), "I'm the new maid." At this apparently innocuous announcement, the lady of the house looks up to smile a welcome. Her jaw drops. In the doorway stands a domestic disaster. The torso suggests a pup tent full of Jell-0, the hair looks like something dumped out of a vacuum cleaner, the chin resembles the business end of an ax, the eyes slide around like eggs on a plate, the tiny mouth might almost be a third nostril. The legs-it somehow comes as a surprise that there are only...