I mean to have a row with the shoemaker when I get home about the hobs on my boots.
This last word Mr. Hobs told me was the occasion of their writing.
Part of the way we skirted the hobs of the great witches' caldron of Vesuvius.
Sugden's remark that "the hobs of hell have nothing on this" was fully justified.
And so saying he flung himself into a chair, and put up his feet ...