What is "doss-house"

Usage examples of "doss-house".

So he continued his meandering way down the wet street, allowing his shoulder to bump against the sooty bricks to guide and steady him on his way, making for the hidey hole he used when there was no money for a doss-house bed.

Margo would've faced the prospect of viewing piles of people left dead by the Black Death with less distaste than the coming interview with doss-house prostitutes.

Margo would’ve faced the prospect of viewing piles of people left dead by the Black Death with less distaste than the coming interview with doss-house prostitutes.

So he continued his mean­dering way down the wet street, allowing his shoulder to bump against the sooty bricks to guide and steady him on his way, making for the hidey hole he used when there was no money for a doss-house bed.

Many of these doss-houses catered to the criminal element, including the Unfortunates who might, on a good night, have pennies for lodging.

It would have been easy and ex­citing for him to disguise himself as either an East End man or a gentle­man slummer and voyeuristically prowl the pubs and doss-houses of Whitechapel and its nearby hellholes.

Ladies of the Salvation Army regularly visited doss-houses to preach God's generosity to paupers who knew better.

For a while she and another prostitute named Nelly Holland shared a bed in a doss-house in the maze of decaying buildings on Thrawl Street, which ran from east to west for several blocks between Commercial Street and Brick Lane in Whitechapel.

She was spending her nights in Spitalfields doss-houses, the most recent one located at 35 Dorset Street, which joined Commer­cial Street and Crispin Street like a short rung on a ladder.

It would have been easy and exciting for him to disguise himself as either an East End man or a gentleman slummer and voyeuristically prowl the pubs and doss-houses of Whitechapel and its nearby hellholes.

She was spending her nights in Spitalfields doss-houses, the most recent one located at 35 Dorset Street, which joined Commercial Street and Crispin Street like a short rung on a ladder.

At a little after 1:00 in the early morning hours of Friday, August 31, 1888, Polly was attempting to finesse her way into a doss-house on Flower and Dean Street, where she’d been sleeping for about a week.

She’d spent most of the last month in another doss-house one block over on Thrawl Street, in a room she shared with four other women.

On Friday, Kate gave Kelly a few pennies to stay at a doss-house on Flower and Dean Street while she went to the Mile End Workhouse to try to squeeze out another night before they’d put her to work.

Then, there had been some point in going ashore, some sense in the way they spent their time: now there was just this sort of place, and a shake-down in a glorified doss-house, and a cup of tea and a meat-pie at the corner cafe.