turn the knob

After a moment he turned the knob and looked in the room.

I asked, and turned the knob of the door at the end.

All I had to do was turn the knob and go on out.

Making up her mind, she turned the knob and opened the door.

I knew when she turned the knob to my room it would give.

As he turned the knob, the door opened before him.

I turned the knob and walked into the nearly dark room.

I turned the knob and opened the door to let myself in.

He led the way up the walk, and turned the knob of the front door.

Then, giving up, I turned the knob and started to open the door.

Without waiting more than a moment, I turned the knob to see if the door was open.

Turn the knob and you might even be able to fight your way into the room.

He turned the knob on the door and opened it.

I turned the knob, went in and closed the door behind me.

Having given reason for her concern, she turned the knob.

When they turned the knob, however, it would not open.

She ran to the side door and turned the knob.

I saw a hand reach out to turn the knob.

If her heart had continued to race, she might not have turned the knob.

But he turned the knob and pushed the door open.

She turned the knob as the lights went on in the room.

His left hand turned the knob of the inner door.

He turned the knob and found himself out on the dark front porch.

She turned the knob and found it locked from the other side.

I turned the knob in my handkerchief and looked inside.