These, and the other bay cities, practically composed one community.
"I was in my brougham, driving through the streets.

It was night-time.
Now and then I looked through the carriage windows, and suddenly my eyes seemed to be opened, and I saw things as they really are.

At first I covered my eyes with my hands to shut out the awful sight, and then, in the darkness, the question came to me: What is to be done?
What is to be done?
A little later the question came to me in another way: What would the Master do?
And with the question a great light seemed to fill the place, and I saw my duty sun-clear, as Saul saw his on the way to Damascus.
"I stopped the carriage, got out, and, after a few minutes' conversation, persuaded two of the public women to get into the brougham with me.

If Jesus was right, then these two unfortunates were my sisters, and the only hope of their purification was in my affection and tenderness.
"I live in one of the loveliest localities of San Francisco.

The house in which I live cost a hundred thousand dollars, and its furnishings, books, and works of art cost as much more.