The street was narrow and the sidewalk crowded.
Suddenly, out of the door of this saloon a young woman reeled.

She was singing in a broken, drunken sob that seemed to indicate that she partly realized her awful condition, "Just as I am, without one plea"-- and as the carriage rolled past she leered at it, raising her face so that Virginia saw it very close to her own.

It was the face of the girl who had kneeled sobbing, that night with Virginia kneeling beside her and praying for her.
"Stop!" cried Virginia, motioning to the driver who was looking around.

The carriage stopped, and in a moment she was out and had gone up to the girl and taken her by the arm.

"Loreen!" she said, and that was all.