| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Sons of the Soil by Honore de Balzac: last three days she was in mortal terror of some disaster from the
peasantry.
"How did you discover this?" said the countess.
"From everything and from nothing," replied Olympe. "The poor little
thing moves with the slowness of a tortoise when she is obliged to
obey me, but she runs like a lizard when Justin asks for anything, she
trembles like a leaf at the sound of his voice; and her face is that
of a saint ascending to heaven when she looks at him. But she knows
nothing about love; she has no idea that she loves him."
"Poor child!" said the countess with a smile and tone that were full
of naivete.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Essays of Travel by Robert Louis Stevenson: across the hills, sea-thoughts will come to them at intervals, and
the tenor of their dreams from time to time will suffer a sea-change.
And so here, in this forest, a knowledge of its greatness is for much
in the effect produced. You reckon up the miles that lie between you
and intrusion. You may walk before you all day long, and not fear to
touch the barrier of your Eden, or stumble out of fairyland into the
land of gin and steam-hammers. And there is an old tale enhances for
the imagination the grandeur of the woods of France, and secures you
in the thought of your seclusion. When Charles VI. hunted in the
time of his wild boyhood near Senlis, there was captured an old stag,
having a collar of bronze about his neck, and these words engraved on
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Uncle Tom's Cabin by Harriet Beecher Stowe: of a large farmhouse.
It took no inconsiderable perseverance to arouse the inmates;
but at last the respectable proprietor appeared, and undid the door.
He was a great, tall, bristling Orson of a fellow, full six feet
and some inches in his stockings, and arrayed in a red flannel
hunting-shirt. A very heavy mat of sandy hair, in a decidedly
tousled condition, and a beard of some days' growth, gave the worthy
man an appearance, to say the least, not particularly prepossessing.
He stood for a few minutes holding the candle aloft, and blinking
on our travellers with a dismal and mystified expression that was
truly ludicrous. It cost some effort of our senator to induce him
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