starved-to-deaths

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"Poor babby, I think I see him," said the prisoner in the blue cap; "there are so many like him on the streets of Paris, little starved-to-deaths." "They ought to begin to learn that trade young," replied Pique-Vinaigre, bitterly; "so that they can become used to it." "Come, go on then, make haste," said Skeleton, gruffly; "the keeper is impatient, his soup is growing cold."

Eugène Sue - Mysteries of Paris — Volume 03