The car came to rest with its front wheels in the four foot of the nearest railway line, the down Leeds line.

Midas made everything turn to gold.  He turned into a monster every full moon.

First rule of the cold approach: money talks, bullshit walks. So Cal would tip the guy twenty dollars on a hundred-dollar tab.

But they will be scrammed!^* the children will be scrammed, Mary, before morning, cried Jim, scratching his head with perplexity and distress at the very thought of two young creatures sleeping on the bare boards, in a cold garret with only a shawl to cover them. [Footnote *: Starved.]