I don't know what was the matter with the poor tiny wretch.

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

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

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

The question now is, what shall we do with this poor wretch's body?

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

The poor old wretch did have something on his mind.

Then he went to the door, leaving the poor wretch to the care of his supposed brother.

Can't anything be done for a poor wretch like that?

The poor wretch pulled himself together and did his best.