gin-shop

Between a slop-shop and a gin-shop, approached by a steep flight of steps leading down to a black gap like the mouth of a cave, I found the den of which I was in search.

Sole Music 2010

Between a slop-shop and a gin-shop, approached by a steep flight of steps leading down to a black gap like the mouth of a cave, I found the den of which I was in search. ...

Opium Dens and Opium Usage in Victorian England 2009

Between a slop-shop and a gin-shop, approached by a steep flight of steps leading down to a black gap like the mouth of a cave, I found the den of which I was in search. ...

Archive 2009-03-01 2009

Of you it may be said, more truly than Shelley said it of himself, that “to ask you for anything human, is like asking at a gin-shop for a leg of mutton.”

Letters to Dead Authors 2006

“To ask you for anything human,” you said, “was like asking for a leg of mutton at a gin-shop.”

Letters to Dead Authors 2006

And lastly, we have the dustman in love: the honest fellow having seen a young beauty stepping out of a gin-shop on a Sunday morning, is pressing eagerly his suit.

George Cruikshank 2006

“Come, come!” said I, “a man must not be convicted on evidence like that; no man has more contempt for the doctrine which that man endeavours to inculcate than myself, for I consider it to have been got up partly for fanatical, partly for political purposes; but I will never believe that he was lately seen coming out of a gin-shop; he is too wise, or rather too cunning, for that.”

Wild Wales : Its People, Language and Scenery 2004

In this district, as in other districts remote from the wealthy quarters of the metropolis, the hideous London vagabond — with the filth of the street outmatched in his speech, with the mud of the street outdirtied in his clothes — lounges, lowering and brutal, at the street corner and the gin-shop door; the public disgrace of his country, the unheeded warning of social troubles that are yet to come.

No Name 2003

She stood looking at him till he was out of sight, and then as she moved away -- let us hope to the bed which his bounty had provided, and not to a gin-shop -- she exclaimed to herself again and again -- "Gracious, how beautiful he was!"

Can You Forgive Her? 1993

Between a slop-shop and a gin-shop, approached by a steep flight of steps leading down to a black gap like the mouth of a cave, I found the den of which I was in search.

Tales of Terror and Mystery Doyle, Arthur Conan, Sir, 1859-1930 1963