Where are these Jews ?' and Cyril plunged into the latter half of his day's work with that untiring energy, self-sacrifice, and method, which commanded for him, in spite of all suspicions of his violence, ambition, and intrigue, the loving awe and implicit obedience of several hundred thousand human beings.
So Philammon went out with the parabolani, a sort of organised guild of district visitors....

And in their company he saw that afternoon the dark side of that world, whereof the harbour-panorama had been the bright one.

In squalid misery, filth, profligacy, ignorance, ferocity, discontent, neglected in body, house, and soul, by the civil authorities, proving their existence only in aimless and sanguinary riots, there they starved and rotted, heap on heap, the masses of the old Greek population, close to the great food-exporting harbour of the world.

Among these, fiercely perhaps, and fanatically, but still among them and for them, laboured those district visitors night and day.

And so Philammon toiled away with them, carrying food and clothing, helping sick to the hospital, and dead to the burial; cleaning out the infected houses--for the fever was all but perennial in those quarters--and comforting the dying with the good news of forgiveness from above; till the larger number had to return to evening service.