"It is the blood of the unfortunate man whom you left at the inn and who died in my arms."

Even before the war, he'd been an unfortunate and unhappy man, but he knew how to dream.

Maybe the unfortunate man was in love with old age itself.

Reduce its lessons to practice, and be just to that unfortunate man.

The matter closed, he turned his back on the unfortunate man.

At this sight the unfortunate men gave themselves up to be lost.

Take the experience of the unfortunate man from Connecticut, who does not want his name used.

Thanks to this delay, the whole town came to see the body of the unfortunate man.

This unfortunate man was killed with a knife in the heart.

They, no doubt, would wish to see the unfortunate man again.