He stood a moment at the heavy oak door, and then pulled it open.

In the past this could be closed by a huge oak door, although that is long gone.

In the dead center of the wall was a very nice carved oak door.

The old man pushed open the heavy oak door and went into the hall.

The thick oak door was probably more than a hundred years old.

There were four windows on the ground floor, two either side of the old oak door.

The oak door there gave way beneath his hand, and he felt it open.

She pushed the big oak door open and went outside.

He got out and went to the carved oak door.

He turned again to the huge oak door; it had opened.