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  • If 'Ragg' had been brought to his notice as the name of some illustrious old family, Mr. Arnold would never have dragged in the

    Yet Again Max Beerbohm 1914

  • Through the day, it became clear, and Ragg recalled the eye-opening message she took from it: "We're not invincible."

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  • It's one of those things now, if I look at the images I get goosebumps, said Jamie Ragg, a 25-year-old living in Royal Oak, Mich.

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  • But, Law bless you, I promise you, he punished my champagne, and had a party ere every night — reglar tip-top swells, down from the clubs and the West End — Capting Ragg, the Honorable Deuceace, who lives in the Temple, and some fellers as knows a good glass of wine, I warrant you.

    Vanity Fair 2006

  • A little Lint was then laid over the scratch and a Piece of a Ragg pressed on, and then a Bandage bound over all

    Letter from John Adams to Abigail Smith, 13 April 1764 1963

  • For it is a fact that whatever thing may be connoted or suggested by a name is utterly overshadowed by the name's bearer (unless, as in the case of poor 'Ragg,' there is seen to be some connexion between the bearer and the thing implied by the name).

    Yet Again Max Beerbohm 1914

  • You cannot stump me by citing Mr. Matthew Arnold's citation of the words 'Ragg is in custody,' and his comment that 'there was no Ragg by the Ilyssus.'

    Yet Again Max Beerbohm 1914

  • Ragg, it is the first element of the heroic Ragnar, and probably unrelated to Raggett, which is the medieval le ragged.

    The Romance of Names Ernest Weekley 1909

  • "Oh Ragg!" she cried, and fired her rifle in the air.

    The Literary World Seventh Reader Hetty Sibyl Browne 1907

  • "I wouldn't trust him, Ragg, my boy," Bowls remarked; and his wife, when Mrs. Rawdon issued from the parlour, only saluted the lady with a very sour curtsey; and her fingers were like so many sausages, cold and lifeless, when she held them out in deference to Mrs. Rawdon, who persisted in shaking hands with the retired lady's maid.

    Vanity Fair William Makepeace Thackeray 1837

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