The door swung quietly inwards, opening into a room that was even darker than our own.

Removing the wire, he put it carefully back into his pouch, then quietly swung the old door open.

When the door quietly swung to, she paid it no mind.

The door swung quietly as I pushed it inward.

He pushed open the white door that swung quietly on oiled hinges.

In a low guttural he cautioned the others to silence and a moment later was swinging quietly up wind into the jungle.

She scrambled through the opening, then helped him quietly swing the door all the way open and lay it on the floor.

He swung quietly into the trees, advancing slowly, stopping often to listen and to search the air with his nostrils.

He quietly swung his feet free of the duvet and over to the floor.