Give me your hand.

I have no ill-feeling; none!" "You are very kind," said the German, taking the extended hand, and feeling suddenly convinced that he was receiving magnanimous forgiveness for some great injury, "you are very kind." "Don't mention it," said Bonaparte.
He knocked out the crown of his caved-in old hat, placed it on the table before him, leaned his elbows on the table and his face in his hands, and contemplated it.
"Ah, my old friend," he thus apostrophized the hat, "you have served me long, you have served me faithfully, but the last day has come.

Never more shall you be borne upon the head of your master.

Never more shall you protect his brow from the burning rays of summer or the cutting winds of winter.

Henceforth bare-headed must your master go.