He had never once in all our time together called me by name.

I got to know every one of them by name.

He should never have told her to call him by name.

They were in the story, even if not by name.

To no god by name, but with all her heart.

In fact, she was the only one he knew by name.

Stop in a few times and they're likely to call you by name.

She knew all the workers by name, and so did her children.

"You almost never call me by name, even though everyone else does."

They were her people, yet she didn't know them by name.

People called her by name and asked how it was all going.

He be san to know many of the black people by name.

It was the first time he'd called her by name.

"But why would they have known the people by name?"

I remember because she didn't know the room number and asked for him by name.

And one in particular we all know, if only by name.

He came in often enough to know the man and to be known, but not by name.

He couldn't remember the last time his father had called him by name.

But as it happened he knew of them by name only.

I had seen both before, but didn't know either the man or woman by name.

You just go on over there and ask for him by name.

She probably only knew me by name, you know what I'm saying?

It was even difficult for him to call me by name.

Two of them, at least, I heard him call by name.

He called her by name, but there was no answer.