He opened the gate for her and she went straight to his waiting arms.
The gate, I suppose, is New York City, and Freedom is the great statue of Liberty.
She opened the gate and stepped through.
At the autumn equinox, the gate is weakest.
Carmen closed the gate and sloshed back to the barn.
He exited the stall and closed the gate, staring down at her defiantly.
"What!" exclaimed the Indian as he went out the gate, "do you mean to starve us?"
"It's here, close by," said she and, running across the yard, opened a gate in a wooden fence and, stopping, pointed out to him a small wooden wing of the house, which was burning brightly and fiercely.
Two well-armed guards stood outside the gate, flanking the slender fed in a blue medical uniform.
Even the beggars outside the thick, bulletproof glass of the main gate were quiet, their small fires dark.
Shutting the last gate, Alex glanced at her and grinned.
"Hilden, we must determine how to take the northern gate immediately," she said.
His expression softened and he shrugged, "A security guard doesn't simply sit in the guard house and watch the cars go through the gate, you know."
Then he led me to the gate and kissed me tenderly on my forehead.
Bianca jogged after the two, who raced towards a small crowd at the opened gate of the compound.
The rain was steadier and the day was darker as they moved from their arrival gate to find the connecting flight to Norfolk.
Ferapontov's wife, who till then had not ceased wailing under the shed, became quiet and with the baby in her arms went to the gate, listening to the sounds and looking in silence at the people.
"Don't open the gate," Alex cautioned as her fingers touched the latch.
Carmen urged Ed through the gate and shut it before Princess could join them.
Tell me, Watcher, if I am the Gatekeeper, what gate am I guarding?
"Well," said the soldier, "about two hours ago I was on guard at the gate of the queen's park.
"Oh well... it can't be helped!" said he in a tone of vexation and placed his hand on the gate as if to leave.
At the gate of one house three Frenchmen, who were explaining something to some Russians who did not understand them, stopped Pierre asking if he did not know French.
She dozed in the car during the forty-five-minute drive into northern Virginia, where her sister's fiancé owned a mansion secreted behind towering shrubbery and a gate that swung open to welcome her.
She glanced around to see if a gate was open.
Releasing them to the corral, she watered them and then opened the gate to the pasture.
By the time she reached her gate she was convinced of one thing.
She gasped with surprise and looked up to find Josh standing at the gate watching her with a strange expression.
Alex walked up to the gate and gazed down at her with a somber expression.
Once outside the pen, she latched the gate back and turned Ed toward the forest.
They bowed, and he strode toward the gate, trailed by his men.
Without taking leave of his new friend, Pierre left the gate with unsteady steps and returning to his room lay down on the sofa and immediately fell asleep.
Darian was cowering at the gate-line, his wide shoulders hunched and his frame shaking.
She stepped through the gate and closed it, looking around again to make sure the buffalo were not close.
Curiosity drew her to the gate again, where tiny Daniela was animated and angry as she stood between Rhyn and Kris.
Carmen held the gate open as the old truck sputtered through - and then died.
He stopped at the last stall and deftly lifted the bucket over the gate, placing it on the floor with ease.
She opened the gate for Alex and he deposited the goat on the hay.
When you push this thing out of the mud, she's going to be plumb through the gate before we can get to it.
Carmen sloshed through the mud, and by the time she opened the gate, the car was out of the mud.
She leaned over the gate, calling his name softly so that the goats wouldn't be frightened.
She moved away from the gate, tearing her gaze from his lean muscular thighs.
She held the gate as he carried the bucket of water into the stall.
They stopped at the gate and Alex leaned down, opening the gate.
At the gate, she finally paused to catch her breath, her face still burning.
He joined her at the gate and glanced around uncomfortably.
A gray truck stopped at the gate and she waved at Josh.
Josh pulled his truck through the gate and leaped out, grabbing his shotgun from the rack behind the seat.
The gate guards were doubled, armed and wearing tactical gear, the perimeter lit by intense floodlights.
The first gate consisted of a few dozen men better armed than his team atop a thick steel wall with an iron core.
"I'm here, Elise," the same man who greeted them at the gate said with some irritation as he entered through a side door.
Brady pulled her micro from his cargo pocket and approached her with a controlled, slow gate, much like that of a stalking lion.
When Alex opened the make-shift gate, Carmen stepped inside and knelt beside the lamb.
It met her at the gate and she couldn't resist petting it.
Opening the gate, she went inside and kneeled down, hugging it.
Alex had made a temporary gate between the two fields.
We must repair the damage to the southern gate and make sure the eastern gate doesn't fall into the hands of Sirian's followers.
The iron gate closed and then buckled as the furious demon beat against it.
Fires ignited near the south gate as his men attacked groups of Memon's advisors and the warriors that had been invited into the hold for the feast.
She smiled and nudged Princess into a lope, leaving him to shut the gate and catch up.
Extra keys were kept near the gate so that they were accessible from either side, but they didn't need to know that right now.
Instead of no path to the front-yard gate in the Great Snow--no gate--no front-yard--and no path to the civilized world.
A woman, bent with age, with a wallet on her back, and a short, long-haired, young man in a black garment had rushed back to the gate on seeing the carriage driving up.
When they reached the gate Dolokhov whistled.
Dolokhov, after Anatole entered, had remained at the wicket gate and was struggling with the yard porter who was trying to lock it.
As Alpatych was driving out of the gate he saw some ten soldiers in Ferapontov's open shop, talking loudly and filling their bags and knapsacks with flour and sunflower seeds.
An old peasant whom Prince Andrew in his childhood had often seen at the gate was sitting on a green garden seat, plaiting a bast shoe.
He stopped in the village at the priest's house in front of which stood the commander-in-chief's carriage, and he sat down on the bench at the gate awaiting his Serene Highness, as everyone now called Kutuzov.
On the Poklonny Hill, four miles from the Dorogomilov gate of Moscow, Kutuzov got out of his carriage and sat down on a bench by the roadside.
Every day thousands of men wounded at Borodino were brought in by the Dorogomilov gate and taken to various parts of Moscow, and thousands of carts conveyed the inhabitants and their possessions out by the other gates.
The housekeeper, the old nurse, the cooks, coachmen, maids, footmen, postilions, and scullions stood at the gate, staring at the wounded.
The former housekeeper, old Mavra Kuzminichna, had stepped out of the crowd by the gate, gone up to a cart with a hood constructed of bast mats, and was speaking to a pale young officer who lay inside.
That night another wounded man was driven down the Povarskaya, and Mavra Kuzminichna, who was standing at the gate, had him brought into the Rostovs' yard.
But there were some carriages waiting, and as soon as Pierre stepped out of the gate the coachmen and the yard porter noticed him and raised their caps to him.
While the troops, dividing into two parts when passing around the Kremlin, were thronging the Moskva and the Stone bridges, a great many soldiers, taking advantage of the stoppage and congestion, turned back from the bridges and slipped stealthily and silently past the church of Vasili the Beatified and under the Borovitski gate, back up the hill to the Red Square where some instinct told them they could easily take things not belonging to them.
Someone stopped at the gate, and the latch rattled as someone tried to open it.
Mavra Kuzminichna opened the gate and an officer of eighteen, with the round face of a Rostov, entered the yard.
And as soon as the officer let go of the gate handle she turned and, hurrying away on her old legs, went through the back yard to the servants' quarters.
"Oh, gracious me, a man beaten to death--killed!..." screamed a woman coming out of a gate close by.
To all of them from the marshal to the least soldier, that place was not the Vozdvizhenka, Mokhavaya, or Kutafyev Street, nor the Troitsa Gate (places familiar in Moscow), but a new battlefield which would probably prove sanguinary.
The shot rattled against the stone of the gate and upon the wooden beams and screens, and two wavering clouds of smoke rose over the Square.
The gate was again hidden by smoke.
At the gate stood Gerasim, the cook, and two Frenchmen.
As Pierre passed through the fence gate, he was enveloped by hot air and involuntarily stopped.
In Smolensk, at the Malakhov Gate, he had hardly dozed off in a paroxysm of fever before he was awakened by the bombardment of the town--and Smolensk held out all day long.
Through the smoke, as he approached the gate, Petya saw Dolokhov, whose face was of a pale-greenish tint, shouting to his men.
"Done for!" he said with a frown, and went to the gate to meet Denisov who was riding toward him.
Dolokhov stood at the gate of the ruined house, letting a crowd of disarmed Frenchmen pass by.
All the profound plans about cutting off and capturing Napoleon and his army were like the plan of a market gardener who, when driving out of his garden a cow that had trampled down the beds he had planted, should run to the gate and hit the cow on the head.
He leaned over to unlatch the gate and then rode through, heading down the drive toward the road.
He wrenched Sofi off the ground in a tight bear hug and deposited her on the other side of the gate line.
In one lithe movement he vaulted the gate and bolted toward the door.
Memon's armies will know as soon as the gate lowers!
Pulling Ed to the side, he allowed Carmen to go through the gate first.
Beyond the fencing was a second massive gate, where more guards awaited.
The evening was already casting long shadows when he leaned down from the saddle and opened the gate to the south pasture.