The two Turnstiles have always been favourites with bibliopoles.
He stopped at the turnstiles once more, and Shultz glared at him angrily.
Again the turnstiles clicked, and again came the shifting crowd.
Nor does it hear any more when the turnstiles are passed and the carriage is reached.
I made for the turnstiles, and nodded to Spry to get quit of him.
The “Barrage” ...