| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Lily of the Valley by Honore de Balzac: kissed it. Then she said, with her chaste and gracious smile, "As in
the old days, Felix?"
We all left the room and went into the salon during the last
confession. I approached Madeleine. In presence of others she could
not escape me without a breach of civility; but, like her mother, she
looked at no one, and kept silence without even once turning her eyes
in my direction.
"Dear Madeleine," I said in a low voice, "What have you against me?
Why do you show such coldness in the presence of death, which ought to
reconcile us all?"
"I hear in my heart what my mother is saying at this moment," she
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Tenant of Wildfell Hall by Bronte Sisters: immediate prospects of dissolution.
It was evident, then, that for Mrs. Graham's sake it was not his
intention to criminate me.
CHAPTER XV
That day was rainy like its predecessor; but towards evening it
began to clear up a little, and the next morning was fair and
promising. I was out on the hill with the reapers. A light wind
swept over the corn, and all nature laughed in the sunshine. The
lark was rejoicing among the silvery floating clouds. The late
rain had so sweetly freshened and cleared the air, and washed the
sky, and left such glittering gems on branch and blade, that not
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Spirit of the Border by Zane Grey: the benefit of future generations is too little known.
It is to a better understanding of those days that the author has labored to
draw from his ancestor's notes a new and striking portrayal of the frontier;
one which shall paint the fever of freedom, that powerful impulse which lured
so many to unmarked graves; one which shall show his work, his love, the
effect of the causes which rendered his life so hard, and surely one which
does not forget the wronged Indian.
The frontier in 1777 produced white men so savage as to be men in name only.
These outcasts and renegades lived among the savages, and during thirty years
harassed the border, perpetrating all manner of fiendish cruelties upon. the
settlers. They were no less cruel to the redmen whom they ruled, and at the
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