For I will never leave his side alive, and I will not permit such murder if I can prevent it." "Kill them both--the bloody coward and the priest!" yelled a voice.
"They both belong to the same church." "Yes, hang 'em! hang 'em both!" A tempest of cries went up.

Philip towered up like a giant.

In the light of the street lamp he looked out over the great sea of passionate, brutal faces, crazed with drink and riot, and a great wave of compassionate feeling swept over him.

Those nearest never forgot that look.

It was Christlike in its yearning love for lost children.