And night or day a fair proportion of them were sound asleep.

Those that were not asleep always looked as if they wanted to be.

I never saw such utterly wretched, starving, sad-visaged, broken-hearted looking curs in my life.

It seemed a grim satire to accuse such brutes as these of taking things by force of arms.

They hardly seemed to have strength enough or ambition enough to walk across the street--I do not know that I have seen one walk that far yet.