What is "hovel"

Usage examples of "hovel".

Bezu walked with him part way down the street, and then, looking up at the sky, eyes asquint in the quickly fading daylight, wished him a good journey and hurried back to his hovel.

A painter would have stopped to admire the night effects of this scene, but Marie, not wishing to enter into conversation with Barbette, who sat up in bed and began to show signs of amazement at recognizing her, left the hovel to escape its fetid air and the questions of its mistress.

July 18th, I bowght goodman Welder his hovel, which is in the yard of the howse next me, which I bowght of Mr.

The east side of Broadway, during the rule of the Dutch, was thickly built up with dwellings of but one room, little better than hovels.

The farmhouses were as dumpy as the women, mere hovels of mud, sometimes whitewashed.

He lirruped and chirruped to the girl in the way the equestrienne invokes docility in a shy horse and led her through the maze of hovels until they debouched abruptly upon a glittering street.

Day, the seventh of Sundeath, when every sound-bodied person in Eron left hearth and home, hold and hall, palace and hovel alike to bring in the last of the autumn harvest.

Then he rose and ran to his hovel at the back of the hut whence he returned bearing in his hand a glittering lump fashioned to the shape of an ax.

The warehouses were on the left, with the Molt hovels straggling against the Mirror beyond.

He left the knapsack in the weeds, and secreted one short-fused bomb against a rickety godown, the other behind a hovel.

Flames from the blazing godown roof, fanned by the wind, jumped the alley to attack the next line of hovels.

There was a jacal at the back of the court: a larger structure than the hovel in which the sick girl and her brother had suffered, but built of sticks and mud in the same fashion.

I went to the Oka, found his house, though it was really not a house but simply a hovel.

Thus, for instance, the old-fashioned witch is no longer found in any part of Ireland, her memory lingering only as a tradition, but her modern successor is frequently met with, and in many parishes a retired hovel in a secluded lane is a favorite resort of the neighboring peasants, for it is the home of the Pishogue, or wise woman, who collects herbs, and, in her way, doctors her patients, sometimes with simple medicinal remedies, sometimes with charms, according to their gullibility and the nature of their ailments.

The hovel on Ferry stood, or, rather, leaned at a bibulous angle on a narrow street cut across at an oblique angle by another narrow street, all the old wooden homes like an upset cookie jar of broken gingerbread houses lurching this way and that way, and the shutters hanging off their hinges and windows stuffed with old newspapers, and the snagged picket fence and raised voices in unknown tongues and howling of dogs who, since puppyhood, had known of the world only the circumference of their chain.