Chapter

 1 1|        much deliberation. ~"Your hat, sir, if you please?" a
 2 1|         law despoils you of your hat at the outset. Is it by
 3 1|         towards the tables, your hat no more belongs to you now
 4 1|         that, if you bring a new hat with you, you will have
 5 1|        tally in exchange for his hat, which was fortunately somewhat
 6 1|       out without asking for his hat; but the old watch-dog,
 7 1|          threadbare coat, a gray hat in winter time, and sums
 8 1|       drawn at hap-hazard from a hat, 'twas a work written 'down
 9 2| auctioneer's clerk, who kept his hat on while he spoke. Jonathan,
10 2|     measure of my misfortune, my hat was spoiled by the rain.
11 2|    fashion with an unpresentable hat? I had always cursed the
12 2|        might have passed for the hat of a frugally given owner,
13 2|          said, seeing me take my hat. ~"She loved me, then! or
14 2|       when I had paid for my new hat, for sixty tickets at thirty
15 2|         and another came for his hat from the countess' chest
16 2|      Foedora's came for the last hat; he thought himself quite
17 2|          I might.' ~"I seized my hat and made her a bow. ~" '
18 2|        dying.' ~"He held out his hat filled with gold to me,
19 2|          world contained in that hat. ~" 'Twenty-seven thousand
20 2|    chestnut-brown, with a shabby hat in his hand. This gentleman'
21 3| moustache. His short dress coat, hat tilted over one ear, and
22 3|       was made, like the gloves, hat, and shawl that she had
23 3|         a man - boots and spurs, hat and cravat, trinkets and