The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from A Man of Business by Honore de Balzac: employing his friend, our friend de Trailles, in the high comedy of
politics. Maxime had looked high for his conquests; he had no
experience of untitled women; and at fifty years he felt that he had a
right to take a bite of the so-called wild fruit, much as a sportsman
will halt under a peasant's apple-tree. So the Count found a reading-
room for Mlle. Chocardelle, a rather smart little place to be had
cheap, as usual--"
"Pooh!" said Nathan. "She did not stay in it six months. She was too
handsome to keep a reading-room."
"Perhaps you are the father of her child?" suggested the lorette.
Desroches resumed.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Agnes Grey by Anne Bronte: toil with him through the cares and toils of poverty. It was gall
and wormwood to his soul to see that splendid, highly-accomplished
woman, once so courted and admired, transformed into an active
managing housewife, with hands and head continually occupied with
household labours and household economy. The very willingness with
which she performed these duties, the cheerfulness with which she
bore her reverses, and the kindness which withheld her from
imputing the smallest blame to him, were all perverted by this
ingenious self-tormentor into further aggravations of his
sufferings. And thus the mind preyed upon the body, and disordered
the system of the nerves, and they in turn increased the troubles
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from War of the Worlds by H. G. Wells: broke, and vanished.
Beyond were the pillars of fire about Chobham. They
became pillars of bloodshot smoke at the first touch of day.
CHAPTER TWELVE
WHAT I SAW OF THE DESTRUCTION
OF WEYBRIDGE AND SHEPPERTON
As the dawn grew brighter we withdrew from the win-
dow from which we had watched the Martians, and went
very quietly downstairs.
The artilleryman agreed with me that the house was no
place to stay in. He proposed, he said, to make his way
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