Accordingly, after a vast amount of moaning and crying up-stairs, and much damping of foreheads, and vinegaring of temples, and hartshorning of noses, and so forth […]

Let me goe grin'd their Bones to powder ſmall, […]

At six major race tracks across the nation, chalk-eaters (form players) were choking last weekend over a straight flush of longshots.

He was speedily reassured, and with a large, white, rascally grin, and a glance at his charge, seemed to take me into partnership in his exalted trust.