Doors and windows no longer existed-the former had been dashed to splinters by the butt ends of guns, while the latter were shattered to powder and from their apertures swung bed clothing, personal adornment and household belongings in shreds and tatters-all willfully soiled by mud and filth.
"My Home In The Field of Honor"
Frances Wilson Huard
He grates his teeth and stares with hungry eyes at the curtain, through the apertures of which a faint red gleam pierces.
"The Silent Mill"
Hermann Sudermann
"But-" "Consequently, the function of windows is to shut apertures."
"The Pastor's Wife"
Elizabeth von Arnim