|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Vendetta by Honore de Balzac:
Superstitious as an Italian, she saw an omen in this contrast, and in
her heart there lay a sense of terror, as invincible as her love.
Suddenly the office servant, in the town livery, opened a folding-
door. Silence reigned, and his voice was heard, like the yapping of a
dog, calling Monsieur Luigi da Porta and Mademoiselle Ginevra di
Piombo. This caused some embarrassment to the young pair. The
celebrity of the bride's name attracted attention, and the spectators
seemed to wonder that the wedding was not more sumptuous. Ginevra
rose, took Luigi's arm, and advanced firmly, followed by the
witnesses. A murmur of surprise, which went on increasing, and a
general whispering reminded Ginevra that all present were wondering at
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Deputy of Arcis by Honore de Balzac:
have to request that it remain absolutely between ourselves, not even
excepting Monsieur de l'Estorade from this restriction. A secret is
never safe beyond the person who confides it, and the person who hears
I was much puzzled, as you can well suppose, about what might follow;
still, continuing my explorations, I replied:--
"Monsieur de l'Estorade is so little in the habit of hearing
everything from me, that he never even read a line of my
correspondence with Madame Marie-Gaston."
Until then, Monsieur Dorlange had stood before the fireplace, at one
corner of which I was seated; but he now took a chair beside me and
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte:
which her tongue never ceased pouring forth.
'Very well, Miss!' I exclaimed, concealing my joy under an angry
countenance. 'This is your last ride, till papa comes back. I'll
not trust you over the threshold again, you naughty, naughty girl!'
'Aha, Ellen!' she cried, gaily, jumping up and running to my side.
'I shall have a pretty story to tell to-night; and so you've found
me out. Have you ever been here in your life before?'
'Put that hat on, and home at once,' said I. 'I'm dreadfully
grieved at you, Miss Cathy: you've done extremely wrong! It's no
use pouting and crying: that won't repay the trouble I've had,
scouring the country after you. To think how Mr. Linton charged me