No; it's more likely to fall open.

Open, Teddy--shut, Boldwood." The book went fluttering in the air and came down shut.
Bathsheba, a small yawn upon her mouth, took the pen, and with off-hand serenity directed the missive to Boldwood.
"Now light a candle, Liddy.

Which seal shall we use?
Here's a unicorn's head--there's nothing in that.

What's this ?--two doves--no.

It ought to be something extraordinary, ought it not, Liddy?
Here's one with a motto--I remember it is some funny one, but I can't read it.