Finally he lifted his glass of tea in a half salute to her.
Unfortunately, there is no one left alive to salute the LeBlanc and Betsy and I want our adopted daughter Claire to know she is fully a part of our lives.
Dean said with a salute as Fred rose and drained his glass.
Katie raised the glass in a salute and left.
The king was accorded the title of " His Highness the Kabaka of Buganda," and his special salute was fixed at eleven guns.
From Corinth the Apostle went to Jerusalem to " salute the church," and then again to Antioch in Syria, where he stayed only for " a time " (xviii.
" We salute one another with a kiss at the end of the prayers.
The Sardinian Admiral Persano's salute of nineteen guns on the occasion of Garibaldi's official call constituted a practical recognition of his dictatorship by the Sardinian (Piedmontese) government.
During the war he published The Wine Press (1914); A Salute from the Fleet (1915); Rada, a play (1915); and a volume of stories, Walking Shadows (1917).
To the end of the First Civil War, Batten continued to patrol the English seas, and his action in 1647 in bringing into Portsmouth a number of Swedish ships of war and merchantmen, which had refused the customary salute to the flag, was approved by parliament.
"We salute your Royal Highness!" cried the Wizard, kneeling and kissing her hand.
It was formerly the custom in our village, when a poor debtor came out of jail, for his acquaintances to salute him, looking through their fingers, which were crossed to represent the grating of a jail window, "How do ye do?"
My neighbors did not thus salute me, but first looked at me, and then at one another, as if I had returned from a long journey.
Bagration called to him, and Tushin, raising three fingers to his cap with a bashful and awkward gesture not at all like a military salute but like a priest's benediction, approached the general.
Only when approaching Bagration did Rostov let his horse gallop again, and with his hand at the salute rode up to the general.
"The picket is still on the hill, your excellency, just where it was in the evening," reported Rostov, stooping forward with his hand at the salute and unable to repress the smile of delight induced by his ride and especially by the sound of the bullets.
"Will there be any orders, your honor?" he asked Denisov, holding his hand at the salute and resuming the game of adjutant and general for which he had prepared himself, "or shall I remain with your honor?"