During one of our visits to New York…we visited the opium dens – foul, ill-smelling places …Upstairs was a much sadder sight for here young girls and women were being initiated into the mysteries of the drug habit. “No,” I said, “I’m not here to preach to you…” …I talked on, longing to help, not knowing what to say. I had at last to come out of that room and close the door on that piteous wreck…”

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