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FOR just as some thieves are in the habit of examining the concealed
treasures of the men in those houses which they mean to rob, and in the
dark shades of night sprinkle with careful hands little grains of sand and
discover the hidden treasures which they cannot see by the tinkling sound
with which they answer to the fall of the sand, and so arrive at certain
knowledge of each thing and metal, which betrays itself in a way by the
voice elicited from it; so these too, in order to explore the treasures of
our heart, scatter over us the sand of certain evil suggestions, and when
they see some bodily affection arise corresponding to their character, they
recognize as if by a sort of tinkling sound proceeding from the inmost
recesses, what it is that is stored up in the secret chamber of the inner
man.
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