| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Man that Corrupted Hadleyburg by Mark Twain: promise, Edward. Let it rest so. Let us keep away from that
ground. Now--that is all gone by; let us he happy again; it is no
time for clouds."
Edward found it something of an effort to comply, for his mind kept
wandering--trying to remember what the service was that he had done
Goodson.
The couple lay awake the most of the night, Mary happy and busy,
Edward busy, but not so happy. Mary was planning what she would do
with the money. Edward was trying to recall that service. At first
his conscience was sore on account of the lie he had told Mary--if
it was a lie. After much reflection--suppose it WAS a lie? What
The Man that Corrupted Hadleyburg |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Man in Lower Ten by Mary Roberts Rinehart: looked after them with his crooked smile. As he turned up his
collar he saw me, and lifted his hat.
I left the window and sat down in the growing dusk. So the occupant
of lower seven had got on the car at Cresson, probably with Alison
West and her companion. There was some one she cared about enough
to shield. I went irritably to the door and summoned Mrs. Klopton.
"You may throw out those roses," I said without looking at her.
"They are quite dead."
"They have been quite dead for three days," she retorted spitefully.
"Euphemia said you threatened to dismiss her if she touched them."
CHAPTER XIV
The Man in Lower Ten |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Albert Savarus by Honore de Balzac: mocking expression as she gave a covert or a side glance at Rodolphe.
This obvious disagreement between the Italian lady's rank and her
manners was a fresh puzzle to Rodolphe, who suspected some further
trick like Gina's assumed dumbness.
"Where would you go, Signora Lamporani?" he asked.
"Towards Lucerne," replied Francesca in French.
"Good!" said Rodolphe to himself, "she is not startled by hearing me
speak her name; she had, no doubt, foreseen that I should ask Gina--
she is so cunning.--What is your quarrel with me?" he went on, going
at last to sit down by her side, and asking her by a gesture to give
him her hand, which she withdrew. "You are cold and ceremonious; what,
Albert Savarus |
