gin palace

There is not a gin-palace, or yet lower hell in London, in which a man or woman can be out of God.

That a local preacher should go direct from the vestry to the gin-palace and there drink ale with a strolling player!

Much less hopeful is the swelling grandeur of the London gin-palace—the modern substitute for the pleasant tavern.

What should we think if Westminster Abbey became a gin-palace?