Lost soul

“Well, I won't repeat my offer of a wife—It is as bad as offering Satan a lost soul—[…]”

St. Malo, seized with pity for the lost soul of the heathen, opens the mound and raises the dead to life.

Of course she stopped paying her dues to the union. She lost all interest in the union[…]. She had about made up her mind that she was a lost soul.

Charles Jackson's first novel, The Lost Weekend, was the story of five days in the life of a lost soul, Don Birnam, a confirmed and hopeless alcoholic.

We're just two lost souls swimming in a fishbowl, year after year