wretch

The poor old wretch did have something on his mind.

"Why should the little wretch be better off than we?"

In a way perhaps the poor wretches would be better off dead.

Think of some other man, the same age as this poor wretch.

But the Wretch is always there to stop these things.

The poor wretch pulled himself together and did his best.

Yes, there must be something she could do for these poor wretches.

And these wretches could not run off if you turned them free tomorrow.

We should round the wretches up and bring them back with us.

At the moment the wretch looked more dead than alive.

What an old wretch he believed himself at that moment.

How can the poor wretch possibly be having a good time?

He would fight, but only as one guilty wretch against the others.

"What in the name of heaven is the wretch trying to say?"

"I think you should go in and drag the wretches out."

The poor wretch seemed unable to say more than that.

Well, I went today and hunted up the poor little wretch.

"It might be nice to finish more than one of these wretches."

One fine day the wretch became big with child and the time came for her to give birth.

At times I had to help one or another of the poor wretches over bad spots.

As the light began to fail, it became more difficult to see the wretches.

And what a lot of poor wretches they used to hang there.

What would happen to this poor wretch when we cut her loose?

Like as not, I'll never see the wretch again, he thought bitterly, but even so the chance had to be taken.

Be grateful for what you have - look at the poor wretch, too.