He turned back and went in at the garden gate, making for the front door.
From the sound, he had run for the garden gate.
He felt like running right out of the garden gate and never coming back.
Whole weeks would pass, and not one of them go past the garden gate.
On a clear day he would have been able to see it from the garden gate.
She looked toward the garden gate that led to the street.
The garden gate opened before he could put a hand on it.
Once, I remember, she even lay down by the garden gate.
He was coming with two others of his gang through the garden gate.
Will you meet me at 6 this evening in the wood outside the garden gate?
