The door opened, and before I had time to blink Delphine's arms were round me, and a hot, wet cheek pressed against mine.
"The Lady of the Basement Flat" by Mrs. George de Horne Vaizey
He had scarcely done so before a light quick step was heard at the door, and Charlotte, her eyes and cheeks both bright, entered.
"How It All Came Round" by L. T. Meade
With my cheek pressed close against the door I waited a moment longer.
"Margaret Tudor" by Annie T. Colcock
The smack was caused by a momentary encounter between the hand and his spherical cheek, the thud by a meeting of his head and the door.
"The Prodigal Father" by J. Storer Clouston
She walks across to the door with a steady step, her slim young figure drawn up to its full height, her head tossed back, her cheeks aflame.
"When the Birds Begin to Sing" by Winifred Graham
The tears were running down her cheeks, as she started for the door.
"Clematis" by Bertha B. Cobb
She hesitated, then with flushed cheeks and a soft whispered "No one," she escaped through the door.
"The Motor Pirate" by George Sidney Paternoster
The door at the far end opened and a handsome, white-haired, pink-cheeked lady entered.
"Ruth Fielding at Briarwood Hall" by Alice B. Emerson
The girl came slowly to the door, and opened it several inches, showing a mass of disheveled hair, and cheeks that had traces of tears on them.
"Dave Porter At Bear Camp" by Edward Stratemeyer
When I landed him at his door, he leaned up against me, and rubbed his cheek against my arm.
"Our Next-Door Neighbors" by Belle Kanaris Maniates
Faith was crouched against the bed, facing the door, her eyes closed, her cheek pressed to the sleeping hands to which she clung.
"The Beggar Man" by Ruby Mildred Ayres
VALET (in the open door which has been left so by HELEN; holds hand to his cheek).
"The German Classics, v. 20" by Various
The door was opened by a pleasant, rosy-cheeked woman in a cotton dress.
"The Little Clown" by Thomas Cobb
He got a gash in the cheek, and you ought to have heard him yell when he ran away from the door.
"Scouting with Daniel Boone" by Everett T. Tomlinson
The cheeks were hollow, and the weary, sunken eyes, turned toward the door, were filled with alarm.
"The Frontiersman" by H. A. Cody
In the hall above the girl lifted Harriet's hand and put her cheek against it, then almost ran in at her own door.
"The House of Fulfilment" by George Madden Martin
I lifted a loaded pistol that lay ever in the aumrie by the door-cheek and went off in the direction of the stable.
"The Men of the Moss-Hags" by S. R. Crockett
After a short hour the door opened and Lukas and a red-cheeked maid entered.
"Czechoslovak Fairy Tales" by Parker Fillmore
The same hideous secretary, with the loose jowels and the deep, livid scar on his right cheek, met me at the door of Grogan's suite.
"The Telenizer" by Don Thompson
A rosy-cheeked girl of about twelve years of age opened the door.
"Tried for Her Life" by Emma Dorothy Eliza Nevitte Southworth
His heart was duntin' in his breast,
The tears ran doun his cheek;
He chappit saftly at the door,
But oh, he couldna speak.
"Ballad of The Monkland Cottar" by Janet Hamilton
She rase fu' air; the warl lay fair
And still in its windin-sheet;
At door-cheek, or at winnock-lug,
Was never a mark o' feet!
"The Last Wooin" by George MacDonald
Outside the porch before the door,
Her cheek upon the cold, hard stone,
She lies, no longer foul and poor,
No longer dreary and alone.
"The Forlorn" by James Russell Lowell
An' whan the fever cloud had pass'd,
White were the cheeks an' howe the een
That leukit oot frae mony doors,
Sair langin' for the fields sae green.
"The Fever-Cloud" by Janet Hamilton
Near by the silent waters of the Mediterranean,
And at the door of an old hut stood a coloured man,
Whose dress was oriental in style and poor with wear,
While adown his furrowed cheeks ran many a tear.
"Little Popeet - the Lost Child" by William Topaz McGonagall
. . . Hearing great rain above me, I now remember
A girl who stood by the door and shut her eyes:
Her pale cheeks glistened with rain, she stood and shivered.
Into a forest of silver she vanished slowly . . .
Voices about me rise . . .
"The House Of Dust: Part 01: 06:" by Conrad Potter Aiken