A few minutes later the man was at her door.

Would we want to simply show up at their door?

I had only put the phone down two minutes before, and now he was at my door.

Do you think I want your death at my door?

Early the next morning he turned up at her door.

She always seemed to know who was at her door.

But half an hour later I was back at her door.

At her front door she called out in a clear voice.

We were at its door when a man called out behind us.

Maybe she'd even find them at her door one night when she came home.

He moved across the room to stop in front of the door.

A few minutes later he was standing in front of her door.

At least this time I was in front of my own door.

A moment later we were standing in front of the door to Room 207.

At the building, he stood in front of the door.

The girl was standing still in front of the door.

He was in front of the door, looking for a way to open it.

I stood in front of the door for some time.

He could see a dark figure standing in front of the door.

What I couldn't see was the space immediately in front of my door.

They were standing by the car before the door, looking around them.

At last I stood again before the door to 3-17.

Somebody was standing before the door of the house now.

He himself moved the chair before the door again, and sat down on the bed.

We finished them at last, and stood before the door.

He drew up before his front door and turned to look at her.

Like a fool the second had come running when he saw the other stop before the open door.

A single guard stood before the one door that led away.

But the car that drew to a stop before our front door was white, not green.

He had hardly reached his new position before the door on the left opened.