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  • He's far more than a crude bully, and if I'd seen him pass in his carriage, as did your acquaintance in the park, Mr. Morley, I'd have touched my hat brim.

    Time and Again

  • At Coon Creek I dismounted and led the mule by the bridle down to the water, where I took a drink, using my hat for a dipper.

    The Life of Hon William F Cody

  • We broke up all dissatisfied, and referred the business to a meeting of Mr. Sherwin and others to settle, but here it was mighty strange methought to find myself sit herein Committee with my hat on, while Mr. Sherwin stood bare as a clerke, with his hat off to his Lord Ashlyand the rest, but I thank God I think myself never a whit the better man for all that.

    The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Jan/Feb 1664/65

  • Having enjoyed the situation to my heart's content, I galloped down towards the skirmish line, waving my hat and when within about one hundred yards of the troops, Colonel Weir, of the Seventh Cavalry, galloped out and met me.

    The Life of Hon William F Cody

  • Bob Culton, and my hat goes off to Bob Culton who's very sick right now, and may the good Lord bless him, who was another, who treated me respectfully.

    Oral History Interview with Thurman Couch, February 12, 2001. Interview K-0537. Southern Oral History Program Collection (#4007)

  • M. Flobaire, You must be a truly dirty oaf to have taken my name and written a letter with it to a lady who had some favors for me which you doubtless received in my place and inherited my hat in place of which I have received yours which you left there.

    The George Sand-Gustave Flaubert Letters

  • It saved us from having to construct a story for him, though by the time he left us in Banbury I was most weary of smiling stupidly out from under my hat brim and trying not to squint.

    The Beekeeper's Apprentice

  • "Goodnight," I said, lifting my hat and dodging the issue.

    A Town Like Alice

  • So through the Hall and thence by coach home, calling by the way at Charing Crosse, and there saw the great Dutchman that is come over, under whose arm I went with my hat on, and could not reach higher than his eye-browes with the tip of my fingers, reaching as high as I could.

    The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Aug/Sep 1664

  • I thanked the jeweller, tipped my hat to his assistant, and made my thoughtful way back to the hotel.

    The Beekeeper's Apprentice


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