Inside the other hansom was a tall man with a pale face under the tan, who was nervously gnawing his moustache.
"The Disentanglers" by Andrew Lang
I did not remember until it was too late that I ought to have called a hansom.
"Emily Fox-Seton" by Frances Hodgson Burnett
As he jumped out of his hansom, he inadvertently glanced at the house.
"Sunrise" by William Black
Helen hurries forward to meet him in the hall; Captain Kynaston is handing a lady out of the hansom; Helen peers at her suspiciously.
"Vera Nevill" by Mrs. H. Lovett Cameron
She had also a spinsterly objection to hansoms, and never would consent to be driven in one.
"The Empire Annual for Girls, 1911" by Various
Next came Commander Merrill in a hansom.
"The Mummy and Miss Nitocris" by George Griffith
I took a hansom to the head of that narrow thoroughfare known as Old Change, and there dismissed my cab.
"The Triumphs of Eugène Valmont" by Robert Barr
He managed to elude the detective, slipped out of the station, took a hansom and drove straight to my rooms.
"A Girl in Ten Thousand" by L. T. Meade
As soon as ever he got outside he saw a hansom, and beckoned the driver.
"Sue, A Little Heroine" by L. T. Meade
He waited, after breakfast, but a very few minutes before jumping into a hansom and rattling away to the north.
"The Tragic Muse" by Henry James
We shake off the miles like water,
We might carry a royal ransom;
And I think of her waiting, waiting,
And long for a common hansom.
"We Flash Across The Level" by William Ernest Henley
If tha's met wi' a hansomer chap,
Aw'm sewer aw'll net stand i' thi way;
But tha mud get a war, lass, bi th' swap,--
If tha'rt anxious aw'll nivver say nay.
"Matty's Reason" by John Hartley
He began as a labourer, then was a clerk;
Drove a hansom in London by way of a "lark;"
Enlisted, deserted, and finally fled
Abroad, and was thought by his friends to be dead.
"Bedfordshire Ballad - III" by E W Bowling
She wore a 'terra-cotta' dress,
And we stayed, because of the pelting storm,
Within the hansom's dry recess,
Though the horse had stopped; yea, motionless
We sat on, snug and warm.
"A Thunderstorm In Town" by Thomas Hardy