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John Inglesant: A Romance (Volume 1 of 2…

It was the manor of the Vinings before the wars, but is now an inn; that was their coat."
"Do you see aught else?" said the adept.
Inglesant gave a long look; then he stepped back, and gazed at the astrologer, and from him to his brother, with a faltering and ashy look.
"I see a man's figure lie before the hearth, and the hearthstone is stained, as if with blood. Eustace, it is either you or I!"
"Look again," said the adept eagerly, "look again!"
"I will look no more!" said Inglesant, fiercely; "this is the work of a fiend, to lure men to madness or despair!"
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John Inglesant: A Romance (Volume 1 of 2…

Whatever men may think of the path you have already chosen, no one can say you have not walked in it steadily to the end. Only walk in this way as steadily, Johnny,—only follow your heart as unflinchingly, when it points you to Him. I will do nothing night and day while I live, Johnny, but pray to Jesus that He may lead you to Himself."
The old familiar glamour that shed such a holy radiance on the woods and fields of Gidding, now, to Inglesant's senses, filled the little convent room.
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John Inglesant: A Romance (Volume 1 of 2…

It is not in the flower, but in our immortal spirit that the miracle is. All these delightful thoughts that come into my mind when I look at this flower—thoughts, and fancies, and memories—what are they but the result of the alchemy of the immortal spirit, which takes all the pleasant, fragile things of life, and transmutes them into immortality in our own nature! And if the poor spirit and intellect of man can do this, how much more may the supreme creative intellect mould and form all things, and bring the presence of the supernatural face to face with us in our daily walk!
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