For there are frowsty children, just as there are frowsty adults, who dont want freedom.
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In a frowsty office a man sits in front of a broken computer.
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She opened the back door, and he followed her into the frowsty passage.
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He went up to the frowsty study-bedroom, and sat down at his table.
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The door was wide open and inadmissibly frowsty mausoleum was going to rack and ruin.
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For, though I've no idea what this accoutred frowsty barn is worth, it pleases me to stand in silence here.
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Yet, only a year ago, the conventional wisdom was that the Golden Jubilee was likely to be a frowsty and embarrassingly ill-attended affair.
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It is not too much of a stretch to recognise in the frowsty figure of Venus a prostitute getting ready for her night's work.
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In a frowsty bed-and-breakfast by the cold English sea, he draws a delicate Arabian ostrich feather on her spine with bamboo calligraphy sticks.
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The frowsty bedroom in which our antihero wakes up to the same sounds and sights each morning is in the midst of a perky town.
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McCoy's final story, a parable about Thatcherism set in a frowsty tract of west London, written by Ken Loach's screenwriter Rona Munro, wouldn't require much revision to serve as a script for Tennant.
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After half a lifetime toiling away in frowsty rooms above pubs, preaching the disregarded gospel of socialism to sparse gatherings of the like-minded dozing on rickety chairs, here he was, reborn as the headline act.
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Although Crowley thought the marriage a mistake, he praised May, describing her as a "charming child, tender and simple of soul" but suffering from the consequences of a childhood accident that had "damaged her brain permanently so that its functions were discontinuous" and saying that she had not helped matters by taking to cocaine at age 20. Despite this, Crowley admired her for subsequently curing herself of her addiction, which he said she had done by first switching to morphia and then to alcohol. Crowley saw his offer of a job to Loveday as a way out of their precarious existence in London which he described as "one filthy room in Fitzroy Street, a foul, frowsty, verminous den ... They were living from hand to mouth, with disaster eternally looming ahead".
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