My grandmother kept a small tin of Dover's powder in the medicine cabinet for nights when a fever struck.

Dover's powders were still lined up on the back shelf of the apothecary, their labels faded with age.

She reached for the fever powder when his temperature spiked in the middle of the night.

By the time I returned, he had taken a powder.

When the inspector arrived, the suspect took a powder.

When the boss starts asking difficult questions, she often takes a powder.

After the rumor spread, she quietly slipped out of the restaurant, taking a powder before anyone noticed.

In the chronicles, young recruits were often described as food for powder, sent to the front lines with little hope of survival.

The pastry chef compared several powdered sugars to find the one that dusted the cakes most evenly.

When my grandmother ran out of eggs, she still made dessert by whisking custard powder into hot milk until it thickened.