Prologue

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Prologue–––––––– "SORCERY AND SANCTITY," said Ambrose, "these are the only realities. Each is an ecstasy, a withdrawal from the common life." Cotgrave listened, interested. He had been brought by a friend to this mouldering house in a northern suburb, through an old garden to the room where Ambrose the recluse dozed and dreamed over his books. "Yes," he went on, "magic is justified of her children. There are many, I think, who eat dry crusts and drink water, with a joy infinitely sharper than anything within the experience of the 'practical' epicure." "You are speaking of the saints?" "Yes, and of the sinners, too. I think you are falling into the very general error of confining the spiritual world to the supremely good; but the supremely wicked, necessarily, have their portion in it.

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