The "doss-house" is for the most part too strong for a provincial public, too agitating, too revolutionary.
As an environment, the doss-house is interesting enough, but it is imperfect and inadequate.
As for Sonia, she'd consent to sleep in a doss-house, if she were doing it for the first time—a new experience, you know.
Heard he was dying in a doss-house, and must fetch him home and nurse him back to life.
"The doss-house" is at most the corollary of this revolution.
How the baron got into the doss-house and why he is a baron is also not sufficiently clear.
But a vagabond rat turned it out, and made a doss-house of it.
You buy a pennyworth and make it with the boiling water from the common kettle in the doss-house.
It would not be easy to surpass this truly modern tragedy, even if it is less adroitly philosophical than "The doss-house."
He lends the best part of his remaining funds to his friends, and the rest goes in vodka and his keep at the doss-house.