With his hand on the knob he half turned back to her.

I took my hand off the knob of the door.

She tried the knob on the front door of the building.

The rest of us can simply turn the color knob to off.

He turned at the door, with his hand on the knob.

He looked back at the door and tried the knob.

Each of them felt a knob in the space behind.

He put in his hand and felt for the knob.

His hand was on the knob before she could call him back.

He tried the knob, but the door would not open.

Going to the door he put his hand on the knob.

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

At last he turned the little knob again, and nothing happened.

His hand was on the knob when he heard someone call out.

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

When no one came to the door, I tried the knob.

He saw the man place his hand upon the knob.

She had her hand on the knob when we both heard a car coming.

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

She started for the door, then turned back with one hand on the knob.

With her hand on the door knob, she turned one last time and looked at him.

He would have to do the same with the knob on the other side.

I felt like such a knob, but there was no time to change.

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.