shovel hat

He took a shovel hat down from a peg, put it on and went out through the church briskly.

But the urchins were all gaping at the Bishop's shovel hat.

His colleague dangles a shovel hat from a hand that is decked with rings.

I tried on some of his robes and his miter; you know, the shovel hat.

Cork hung up his shovel hat.

He has a great mass of untidy hair that is often covered by a "shovel hat" and he generally wears a cape.

On the other side of the second square he found a policeman, and said: "This is urgent, constable; have you seen two clergymen in shovel hats?"

The parson had tugged his shovel hat down next to his ears, and now used one hand to hold his open testament practically under his nose.

Described as a colourful character, with his shovel hat and official cloak, he met with an accident on the great day and was tipped from a cart.

He was a tall, rather frail-looking man in a cassock and black raincoat and wore a broad-brimmed shovel hat that made it difficult to see his face.

Dr. Fell is described as a corpulent man with a moustache who wears a cape and a shovel hat and walks with the aid of two canes.

Nearby is another 1920's highlight, Guy Pene du Bois's "Shovel Hats," distinguished by its compressed, simplified volumes.

The good bishop of Cloyne took the veil of the temple out of his shovel hat: veil of space with coloured emblems hatched on its field.

In his shovel hat, clerical collar and shabby black raincoat he was as authentic-looking a figure as one could have wished for, a thought which, for some reason, I found rather comforting.

Then came a picture of a cheerful and corpulent ecclesiastic in a shovel hat, sitting opposite a very thin European, and the inscription: "Lunch with Fra Cristofero at Rosario."

He naturally became a familiar figure, going continually in and out of the Cathedral dressed in his cassock (over which, in cold weather he wore an Inverness cape) and shovel hat.

Having secured the tables and the glasses, he had peered at the dark discoloured oil of an elderly cleric in a shovel hat and opined that this was the work of 'our local genius'.

It was even more crowded at the moment, being enriched by the presence of Cornelius Fudge, the Minister for Magic, Kingsley Shacklebolt of the Aurors and a dumpy little man in a long black robe and shovel hat.

Here, in a crowded outer room, he was separated from his nurse and received by a gaunt person in a long black robe like a sheath, and a long shovel hat, whom Alberic identified many years later as his grandfather's Jesuit Confessor.