dusthole

Updated: May 28, 2025

"Manslaughter!" cried they, and they sent their spokesman to the mayor and said yet more light must be let into this dusthole, and the mayor said, "Ay and it shall, too. I will write to London and demand more light."

Charles Reade - It Is Never Too Late to Mend

Filth and vermin abound to an extent to which no one who has not seen it can have any idea. The "Dusthole" is only one, alas of many similar districts in this highly civilised land. SICKNESS, FRIENDLESSNESS DEATH. In hospitals it is a known fact that these girls are not treated at all like other cases; they inspire disgust, and are most frequently discharged before being really cured.

William Booth - In Darkest England and the Way Out

Jules followed her into the first room, where he saw, huddled together, cages, household utensils, ovens, furniture, little earthenware dishes full of food or water for the dog and the cats, a wooden clock, bed-quilts, engravings of Eisen, heaps of old iron, all these things mingled and massed together in a way that produced a most grotesque effect, a true Parisian dusthole, in which were not lacking a few old numbers of the "Constitutionel."

Honoré de Balzac - The Thirteen

If the inquirer thought that he was going into the theatre he was jolly well mistaken. "So you just be off, or I'll call the police," the crusty doorkeeper said. "One way or another, I'm pestered out of my life by you chaps. Oh, you can leave a message or a bouquet or something of that kind, but it's long odds it's shoved into the dusthole."

Fred M. (Fred Merrick) White - The Slave of Silence

Jules followed her into the first room, where he saw, huddled together, cages, household utensils, ovens, furniture, little earthenware dishes full of food or water for the dog and the cats, a wooden clock, bed-quilts, engravings of Eisen, heaps of old iron, all these things mingled and massed together in a way that produced a most grotesque effect, a true Parisian dusthole, in which were not lacking a few old numbers of the "Constitutionel."

Honoré de Balzac - Ferragus

"Why," said Bluebell, "I met the Rollestons, and they asked: me to their picnic at the Humber on Friday; but how can I go? Look here!" and she pointed to a pair of boots evidently requiring patching. "Oh, mother! could you manage another pair now? Miss Scrag has sent home my new 'waist, and I can do up my hat, but these buckets are only fit for the dusthole." Mrs.

Mrs. G. C. Huddleston - Bluebell: A Novel