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The man leaned on a stout gold-headed cane, bending forward on his seat to watch his visitors approach.

Love Letters 2010

To Thomas he bequeathed his gold-headed walking stick—“The head was given to me by the late John Hancock esq. when President of Congress, and the cane was the gift of James Wilson whilst a Member of Congress.”

Robert Morris Charles Rappleye 2010

When he grabbed on to the spokes of a buggy as he was being dragged along the ground, they loosened his grip by breaking his arm with a heavy, gold-headed cane.

Devil Dog David Talbot 2010

To Thomas he bequeathed his gold-headed walking stick—“The head was given to me by the late John Hancock esq. when President of Congress, and the cane was the gift of James Wilson whilst a Member of Congress.”

Robert Morris Charles Rappleye 2010

He walked through the streets of Philadelphia dressed impeccably in a velvet waistcoat with a gold-headed cane.

Hercules and Hemings: Presidents' Slave Chefs 2008

But still old Touchwood appeared amongst them when the weather permitted, with his nut-brown visage, his throat carefully wrapped up in an immense Indian kerchief, and his gold-headed cane, which he never failed to carry over his shoulder; his short, but stout limbs, and his active step, showing plainly that he bore it rather as a badge of dignity than a means of support.

Saint Ronan's Well 2008

He had a skull-cap on one side of his head, with a gold tassel in the top of it, and a gold-headed cane under his arm with more in it than in his head.

Acres of Diamonds 2008

The young man exhibited, offensively, a pair of spotless gloves, and seemed to wish to dazzle Oscar by twirling with much grace a gold-headed switch cane.

A Start in Life 2007

This individual, wrapped in a puce-colored overcoat, as though it were still winter, with powdered hair, and a cold, pale face, had a gouty gait, unsteady on feet that were shod with loose calfskin boots; leaning on a gold-headed cane, he carried his hat in his hand, and wore a row of seven orders in his button-hole.

Scenes from a Courtesan's Life 2007

As he pronounced these words, the door again opened, and Mr. Bartoline Saddletree entered, his three-pointed hat set far back on his head, with a silk handkerchief beneath it to keep it in that cool position, his gold-headed cane in his hand, and his whole deportment that of a wealthy burgher, who might one day look to have a share in the magistracy, if not actually to hold the curule chair itself.

The Heart of Mid-Lothian 2007