| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Case of The Lamp That Went Out by Grace Isabel Colbron and Augusta Groner: side. As in days long past, they walked hand in hand.
With eyes full of pity Muller watched them, and he heard Thorne
give his old nurse orders for the care of his wife. She was to take
Mrs. Thorne to Graz to her father, then to return herself to Vienna
and take care of the house as usual, until his attorney could settle
up his affairs and sell the property. For Thorne said that neither
he nor his wife would ever want to set foot in the house again. He
spoke calmly, he thought of everything - he thought even of the
possibility that he might have to pay the death penalty for his deed.
For who could tell how the authorities would judge this murder?
It had indeed been a murder by merest chance only. Thorne told his
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Rise and Fall of Cesar Birotteau by Honore de Balzac: to float in the middle currents of average conduct which are habitual
to other men. If he takes the first course he probably has talent,
genius, or strength of will; a man inspires terror only by the power
of evil, respect by genius, fear through force of mind. If he chooses
the second course, he makes himself adored; he submits to feminine
tyranny, and knows better how to love than men of irreproachable
bodily condition.
Anselme, brought up by virtuous people, by the Ragons, models of the
honorable bourgeoisie, and by his uncle the judge, had been led,
through his ingenuous nature and his deep religious sentiments, to
redeem the slight deformity of his person by the perfection of his
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Twilight Land by Howard Pyle: He put his fingers into his purse, and brought out all the money
he had in the world; it was one golden angel. "Look, friend,"
said he to the blacksmith; "if you will let me have your forge
for one hour, I will give you this money for the use of it."
The blacksmith liked the tune of that song very well. "You may
have it," said he; and he took off his leathern apron without
another word, and Simon Agricola put it on in his stead.
Presently, who should come riding up to the blacksmith's shop but
a rich old nobleman and three servants. The servants were hale,
stout fellows, but the nobleman was as withered as a winter leaf.
"Can you shoe my horse?" said he to Simon Agricola, for he took
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