You shrink from sleeping in the open air; you equally shrink from going to the fourpenny dosshouse where, in the midst of strange and ribald company, you may be robbed of the remnant of the money still in your possession.
"In-Darkest-England-and-the-Way-Out"
Booth, William
I couldn't have that wastrel making mischief In Michael's house: I didn't quit Krindlesyke That it might be turned into a tinker's dosshouse, Hotching with maggots like a reesty gowdy, For any hammy, halfnabs, and hang-gallows To stretch his lousy carcase in at ease, After I'd slutted to keep it respectable For fifteen-year.
"Krindlesyke"
Wilfrid Wilson Gibson
Oh, when he came to see me at the dosshouse?
"The Live Corpse"
Leo Tolstoy