1 The bitterness of it was the daily food and drink of Jurgis.
2 It was bitterly cold, and a heavy snow was falling, beating into his face.
3 It was a bitter and cruel experience, and it plunged them into an agony of despair.
4 The peculiar bitterness of all this was that Jurgis saw so plainly the meaning of it.
5 Four or five miles to the eastward lay the lake, and over this the bitter winds came raging.
6 Day after day he roamed about in the arctic cold, his soul filled full of bitterness and despair.
7 One bitter morning in February the little boy who worked at the lard machine with Stanislovas came about an hour late, and screaming with pain.
8 It was at the end of a week of this sort of waiting, roaming about in the bitter winds or loafing in saloons, that Jurgis stumbled on a chance in one of the cellars of Jones's big packing plant.
9 The men upon the killing beds felt also the effects of the slump which had turned Marija out; but they felt it in a different way, and a way which made Jurgis understand at last all their bitterness.
10 The last time, too, he lost his job, and that meant six weeks more of standing at the doors of the packing houses, at six o'clock on bitter winter mornings, with a foot of snow on the ground and more in the air.
11 Jurgis had once been among those who scoffed at the idea of these huge concerns cheating; and so now he could appreciate the bitter irony of the fact that it was precisely their size which enabled them to do it with impunity.
12 They took him to a room where other prisoners were waiting and here he stayed until court adjourned, when he had another long and bitterly cold ride in a patrol wagon to the county jail, which is on the north side of the city, and nine or ten miles from the stockyards.
13 Now Antanas Rudkus was the meekest man that God ever put on earth; and so Jurgis found it a striking confirmation of what the men all said, that his father had been at work only two days before he came home as bitter as any of them, and cursing Durham's with all the power of his soul.
14 Tired as he felt at night, and dark and bitter cold as it was in the morning, Jurgis generally chose to walk; at the hours other workmen were traveling, the streetcar monopoly saw fit to put on so few cars that there would be men hanging to every foot of the backs of them and often crouching upon the snow-covered roof.