| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Damnation of Theron Ware by Harold Frederic: trustee into the hall.
Mr. Gorringe had been tying up his books and papers.
He came now with the bulky parcel under his arm, and his hat
and stick in the other hand. He could give little but his
thumb to Theron to shake. His face wore a grave expression,
and not a line relaxed as, catching the minister's look,
he slowly covered his left eye in a deliberate wink.
"Well?--and how did it go off?" asked Alice, from where
she knelt by the oven door, a few minutes later.
For answer, Theron threw himself wearily into the big
old farm rocking-chair on the other side of the stove,
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Father Sergius by Leo Tolstoy: been planning to go to see you. I wrote to you, and now this
good fortune has come.'
'Pashenka, please listen to what I am going to tell you as to a
confession made to God at my last hour. Pashenka, I am not a
holy man, I am not even as good as a simple ordinary man; I am a
loathsome, vile, and proud sinner who has gone astray, and who,
if not worse than everyone else, is at least worse than most very
bad people.'
Pashenka looked at him at first with staring eyes. But she
believed what he said, and when she had quite grasped it she
touched his hand, smiling pityingly, and said:
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Scenes from a Courtesan's Life by Honore de Balzac: chair you are sitting in; it will comfort you perhaps for not seeing
me. Put the note you have brought under my handkerchief----"
This young person was evidently more than seven-and-twenty.
Lucien took a cab in the Rue de la Planche, got out of it on the
Boulevards, took another by the Madeleine, and desired the driver to
have the gates opened and drive in at the house in the Rue Taitbout.
On going in at eleven o'clock, he found Esther in tears, but dressed
as she was wont to dress to do him honor. She awaited her Lucien
reclining on a sofa covered with white satin brocaded with yellow
flowers, dressed in a bewitching wrapper of India muslin with cherry-
colored bows; without her stays, her hair simply twisted into a knot,
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