He stood in the deep shadow of the open doorway, holding the flywire back with one hand and watching them get out and stretch their limbs in the sun.

And the hand of the venger shall never be stayed / Till his race, faith, and speech are a dream of the past

Mr Lovelace received from every one those civilities which were due to his birth […]

When did naming foods after a powerful narcotic become a thing?[…]Now the mean streets of New York are rife with “salted crack caramel” ice cream, “pistachio crack” brittle, “crack steak” sandwiches, and “tuna on crack.”]