"I crave pardon," interrupted Aspasia, with haughty impatience.
And oh, sir,” added Stephen, “may we crave a drop of water for our dog?
Humanity hungers for international peace, and we crave it with all mankind.
I crave for the balm of Nature, the anodyne of solitude, the breath of Mother Earth.
The boon I crave is that you will place it in my hands and let me die still grasping ...