It was, all considered, a splendid thing to fight sin in such a parish and to keep it out of it.
For kept out it was.

One might look the length and breadth of the broad avenue and see no sign of sin all along it.

There was certainly none in the smooth faces of the chauffeurs trundling their drowsy motors; no sign of it in the expensive children paraded by imported nursemaids in the chequered light of the shaded street; least of all was there any sign of it in the Stock Exchange members of the congregation as they walked along side by side to their lunch at the Mausoleum Club, their silk hats nodding together in earnest colloquy on Shares Preferred and Profits Undivided.

So might have walked, so must have walked, the very Fathers of the Church themselves.
Whatever sin there was in the City was shoved sideways into the roaring streets of commerce where the elevated railway ran, and below that again into the slums.

Here there must have been any quantity of sin.
The rector of St.Asaph's was certain of it.