| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Letters from England by Elizabeth Davis Bancroft: and buds, which I thought rather youthful for ME, but the old lady
had [them] on her cap. She is full of intelligence, and has always
been in the habit of drawing a great deal. . . . Very soon came in
Lord Aylmer, [who] was formerly Governor of Canada, and Lady
Colchester, daughter of Lord Ellenborough, a very pretty woman of
thirty-five, I should think; Sir William and Lady Chatterton and Mr.
Algernon Greville, whose grandmother wrote the beautiful "Prayer for
Indifference," an old favorite of mine, and Mr. MacGregor, the
political economist. Lord Aylmer took me out and I found him a nice
old peer, and discovered that ever since the death of his uncle,
Lord Whitworth, whose title is extinct, he had borne the arms of
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from At the Sign of the Cat & Racket by Honore de Balzac: twelve thousand francs a year in good landed estate. Do you know that
the father-in-law of such a man may get a rise in life--be mayor of
his /arrondissement/, for instance. Have we not seen Monsieur Dupont
become a Count of the Empire, and a senator, all because he went as
mayor to congratulate the Emperor on his entry into Vienna? Oh, this
marriage must take place! For my part, I adore the dear young man. His
behavior to Augustine is only met with in romances. Be easy, little
one, you shall be happy, and every girl will wish she were in your
place. Madame la Duchesse de Carigliano, who comes to my 'At Homes,'
raves about Monsieur de Sommervieux. Some spiteful people say she only
comes to me to meet him; as if a duchesse of yesterday was doing too
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Light of Western Stars by Zane Grey: silence of those three men crouching like tigers about to leap
was more menacing than the nerve-racking yells.
Then the guerrillas wavered and broke and ran for their horses.
Don Carlos rolled over, rose, and staggered away, to be helped
upon his mount. He looked back, his pale and bloody face that of
a thwarted demon. The whole band got into action and were gone
in a moment.
"I knew it," declared Ambrose. "Never seen a Greaser who could
face gun-play. That was some warm. And Monty Price never
flashed a gun! He'll never get over that. I reckon, Miss
Harnmond, we're some lucky to avoid trouble. Gene had his way,
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