In fiery rough figure, with black Samson-locks under the slouch-hat, he steps along there.
Crimmins crushed his slouch-hat in his hand, and slunk into a chair by the window.
But that afternoon he had his hair cut, and he discarded the slouch-hat for one with a stiff brim.
What made him hesitate was the way the slouch-hat shaded the intruder's face, the gas-jets not revealing the features.
He pulled off his slouch-hat and shook back his long hair as he leaped to a place beside the eldest brother.
He pressed his slouch-hat more heavily over his eyes, and glared at her from under the shadow of its brim.
A slouch-hat, crowning hollow eyes and haggard beard, filled him with joy: it marked a bran-bread man and a brother.
Then Cameron rose, reached out for the phial of medicine, drove his slouch-hat down over his forehead, and walked toward the door.
A man in a smock-frock and slouch-hat rushed across the platform at this moment, and made for the door which the guard held open.
The man in the smock-frock pulled his slouch-hat well over his eyes, and admitted that it was a “close shave.”