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Filled almost with expectation of beholding some ‘old, old man, with beard as white as snow,’ whom he might question concerning this deserted mansion, our hero turned to a little oaken wicket-door, well clenched with iron-nails, which opened in the court-yard wall at its angle with the house.

Waverley 2004

Filled almost with expectation of beholding some ` ` old, old man, with beard as white as snow, '' whom he might question concerning this deserted mansion, our hero turned to a little oaken wicket-door, well clenched with iron nails, which opened in the courtyard wall at its angle with the house.

The Waverley 1877

They reached the low wicket-door of the Bailey, and as they entered the little court and passed the window, they saw that people were still standing about the bed in the corner.

The Pillars of the House, V1 Charlotte Mary Yonge 1862

But while she was speaking the wicket-door of the great arched gate was thrown open, and a gun about six feet long and of very large bore was presented at us.

George Bowring - A Tale Of Cader Idris From "Slain By The Doones" By R. D. Blackmore 1862

It extended to the churchyard, with which it communicated by a little wicket-door.

Olive A Novel Dinah Maria Mulock Craik 1856

The tinkling of a bell announcing the hour of recreation, the prisoners noisily rushed into the court through a strong wicket-door which was opened for them.

Mysteries of Paris — Volume 02 Eug��ne Sue 1830

The face instantly disappeared, and soon after a wicket-door in the large portal opened.

Bracebridge Hall, or The Humorists Washington Irving 1821

Filled almost with expectation of beholding some 'old, old man, with beard as white as snow, 'whom he might question concerning this deserted mansion, our hero turned to a little oaken wicket-door, well clenched with iron-nails, which opened in the court-yard wall at its angle with the house.

Waverley Walter Scott 1801

Filled almost with expectation of beholding some 'old, old man, with beard as white as snow, 'whom he might question concerning this deserted mansion, our hero turned to a little oaken wicket-door, well clenched with iron nails, which opened in the courtyard wall at its angle with the house.

Waverley: or, 'Tis sixty years since Walter Scott 1801