Pile the couch and cabinet on top.

This door I will hold." There was the blow of a heavy mace on the portal, and the wood sprang out, and the pivots started.
"Leave this alone," roared Mamercus, when his two helpers paused, as if to join him.

"Guard your own doorway!" "Down with it!" bellowed the voice of the leaders without.

"Don't let the game escape! Strike again!" Crash! And the door, beaten from its fastenings by a mighty stroke, tumbled inward on to the mosaic pavement of the peristylium.

The light was streaming bright and free into that court, but the passageway from the atrium was shrouded in darkness.