| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Letters of Two Brides by Honore de Balzac: velvet eyes, humble, yet so eloquent, and glorying in their servitude,
which flash on me as some one goes by? He is a hero, Renee, and he
wears my livery, and always a red camellia in his buttonhole, while I
have always a white one in my hand.
How clear everything becomes in the light of love! How well I know my
Paris now! It is all transfused with meaning. And love here is
lovelier, grander, more bewitching than elsewhere.
I am convinced now that I could never flirt with a fool or make any
impression on him. It is only men of real distinction who can enter
into our feelings and feel our influence. Oh! my poor friend, forgive
me. I forgot our l'Estorade. But didn't you tell me you were going to
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Eugenie Grandet by Honore de Balzac: magistrate, and I can trust this matter in your hands. You are a man
of honor; I will put faith in your word, and meet the dangers of life
under shelter of your name. Let us have mutual indulgence. We have
known each other so long that we are almost related; you would not
wish to render me unhappy."
The president fell at the feet of the rich heiress, his heart beating
and wrung with joy.
"I will be your slave!" he said.
"When you obtain the receipts, monsieur," she resumed, with a cold
glance, "you will take them with all the other papers to my cousin
Grandet, and you will give him this letter. On your return I will keep
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Peter Pan by James M. Barrie: noble dogs, and crept into her kennel.
Mr. Darling was frightfully ashamed of himself, but he would
not give in. In a horrid silence Mrs. Darling smelt the bowl.
"O George," she said, "it's your medicine!"
"It was only a joke," he roared, while she comforted her boys,
and Wendy hugged Nana. "Much good," he said bitterly, "my
wearing myself to the bone trying to be funny in this house."
And still Wendy hugged Nana. "That's right," he shouted.
"Coddle her! Nobody coddles me. Oh dear no! I am only the
breadwinner, why should I be coddled--why, why, why!"
"George," Mrs. Darling entreated him, "not so loud; the
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