| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Under the Red Robe by Stanley Weyman: walked up M. de Cocheforet and his sister came out of the house;
he with a pale face and bright eyes, and a twitching visible in
his cheek--though he still affected a jaunty bearing; she wearing
a black mask.
'Mademoiselle accompanies us?' I said formally.
'With your permission, Monsieur,' he answered with bitter
politeness. But I saw that he was choking with emotion; he had
just parted from his wife, and I turned away.
When we were all mounted he looked at me.
'Perhaps--as you have my parole, you will permit me to ride
alone?' he said with a little hesitation. 'And--'
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Purse by Honore de Balzac: such a constant interchange of sweet emotion that they knew not
which gave or received the most.
A spontaneous affinity made the union of their souls a close one.
The progress of this true feeling was so rapid that two months
after the accident to which the painter owed the happiness of
knowing Adelaide, their lives were one life. From early morning
the young girl, hearing footsteps overhead, could say to herself,
"He is there." When Hippolyte went home to his mother at the
dinner hour he never failed to look in on his neighbors, and in
the evening he flew there at the accustomed hour with a lover's
punctuality. Thus the most tyrannical woman or the most ambitious
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Under the Andes by Rex Stout: death, and I laughed aloud--then trembled at the sound of my own
voice. Harry was in sound sleep beside me; his regular breathing
told of its depth.
Again I lay down, but I could not sleep. Some instinct, long
forgotten, quivered within me, telling me that we were no longer
alone. And soon my ear justified it.
At first it was not a sound, but the mere shadow of one. It
was rhythmic, low, beating like a pulse. What could it be? Again
I sat up, listening and peering into the darkness. And this time
I was not mistaken--there was a sound, rustling, sibilant.
Little by little it increased, or rather approached, until it
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