Rodrigo springs out of the portieres, up the stairs and away thru the gallery.
"Erdgeist (Earth-Spirit)" by Frank Wedekind
The portier could not tell.
"Melomaniacs" by James Huneker
The June sun was pouring into his rooms, the old portieres shaking gently in the soft breeze.
"The Man Who Wins" by Robert Herrick
Then he drew in his head, and concealed himself behind the plush portiere.
"A Great Man" by Arnold Bennett
She again put the portieres between us and I was obliged to own myself baffled in my efforts to break in.
"Our Next-Door Neighbors" by Belle Kanaris Maniates
He went on into the other room, holding back the portiere for her to follow.
"Officer 666" by Barton W. Currie
Her eyes rested upon the portieres in front of the window; she moved toward them, but as her dress rustled Winter turned at the sound.
"The Fifth of November" by Charles S. Bentley
The lamps had been shaded with their little blue curtains, and the portieres, facing the corridors, had been drawn.
"The Exploits of Juve" by Pierre Souvestre and Marcel Allain
The beams overhead were thick with cobwebs hanging like gray portieres from every projection.
"The Boarded-Up House" by Augusta Huiell Seaman
The colonel looked after him till the portiere fell.
"'Jena' or 'Sedan'?" by Franz Beyerlein
I looked round helplessly for a wash-stand and caught sight of a bath-room beyond a blue portiere.
"Aliens" by William McFee
Nell almost pulled the portieres from their hangings in her excitement.
"Mistress Nell" by George C. Hazelton, Jr.
He followed her to the portiere and drew it back for her to pass.
"The Immortal Moment" by May Sinclair
Portieres are pretty made in this way.
"Hand-Loom Weaving" by Mattie Phipps Todd
I'll get behind the portieres.
"Pandora's Box" by Frank Wedekind
Scarcely had he done so when the portiere was again lifted, and the person whom he expected entered.
"Marguerite de Valois" by Alexandre Dumas
It was a week later, and well after two, in the dullest ebb of earth's deadest hour, when Benson lifted the portiere and stepped into my room.
"The Man Who Couldn't Sleep" by Arthur Stringer
They were gone to the Expiatoire, the portiere told me.
"Beatrice Boville and Other Stories" by Ouida
The room was empty, but a portiere in a doorway at my right was still shaking.
"The Window at the White Cat" by Mary Roberts Rinehart
It was Mademoiselle Bliss standing there between the portieres!
"The Belovéd Traitor" by Frank L. Packard