| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Scarlet Letter by Nathaniel Hawthorne: the better judge what arguments to use, whether of tenderness or
terror, such as might prevail over your hardness and obstinacy,
insomuch that you should no longer hide the name of him who
tempted you to this grievous fall. But he opposes to me -- with
a young man's over-softness, albeit wise beyond his years -- that
it were wronging the very nature of woman to force her to lay
open her heart's secrets in such broad daylight, and in presence
of so great a multitude. Truly, as I sought to convince him, the
shame lay in the commission of the sin, and not in the showing of
it forth. What say you to it, once again, brother Dimmesdale?
Must it be thou, or I, that shall deal with this poor sinner's
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Vicar of Tours by Honore de Balzac: busy fraternity, invisible, yet seeing all things, dumb, but
perpetually talking, possessed an influence which its nonentity seemed
to render harmless, though it was in fact terrible in its effects when
it concerned itself with serious interests. For a long time nothing
had entered the sphere of these existences so serious and so momentous
to each one of them as the struggle of Birotteau, supported by Madame
de Listomere, against Mademoiselle Gamard and the Abbe Troubert. The
three salons of Madame de Listomere and the Demoiselles Merlin de la
Blottiere and de Villenoix being considered as enemies by all the
salons which Mademoiselle Gamard frequented, there was at the bottom
of the quarrel a class sentiment with all its jealousies. It was the
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Westward Ho! by Charles Kingsley: tell you her story hereafter."
"Your daughter? My grand-daughter, then. Come hither, maiden, and
be my grand-daughter."
Ayacanora came obedient, and knelt down, because she had seen Amyas
kneel.
"God forbid, child! kneel not to me. Come home, and let me know
whether I am sane or mazed, alive or dead."
And drawing her hood over her face, she turned to go back, holding
Amyas tight by one hand, and Ayacanora by the other.
The crowd let them depart some twenty yards in respectful silence,
and then burst into a cheer which made the old town ring.
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