the door

Every evening he would come to the top of a hill overlooking the camp and watch the lodge where Sits-by-the-door dwelt.

I have known them of all sorts, my dear Lawrence Lock-the-door, and sensible men too.

Among the prisoners was a young woman called Sits-by-the-door.

How can you write the thought?The door of precious wood was closely shut,No way to read that heart.