This is a great city--greater than I had ever supposed--greater, in many ways, than London.

The luxury and waste are appalling; the misery is more appalling still.

What sort of men and women do you put your hands on ?" "Here are some of them," answered the priest, his forefinger pointing to Kitty and John.
"We could all of us do without churches and priests," ventured Felix, his eyes kindling, "if your parishioners were as good as these dear people." "Well, there's Bobby," laughed the priest, his face turned toward the boy, who was sound asleep in his chair, Toodles, the door-mat of a dog, sprawled at his feet.
"And are there no others, Father Cruse ?" The priest, now convinced of a hidden meaning in the insistent tones, grew suddenly grave, and laid his hand on O'Day's knee.

"Come and see me some time, and I will tell you.

My district runs from Fifth Avenue to the East River, from the homes of the rich to the haunts of the poor, and there is no form of vice and no depth of suffering the world over that does not knock daily at my study door.