| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Vendetta by Honore de Balzac: hair, which we see so frequently in the pictures of the Caracci. The
jet black of the hair was streaked with white. Though noble and proud,
his features had a hardness which spoiled them. In spite of his
evident strength, and his straight, erect figure, he looked to be over
sixty years of age. His dilapidated clothes were those of a foreign
country. Though the faded and once beautiful face of the wife betrayed
the deepest sadness, she forced herself to smile, assuming a calm
countenance whenever her husband looked at her.
The little girl was standing, though signs of weariness were on the
youthful face, which was tanned by the sun. She had an Italian cast of
countenance and bearing, large black eyes beneath their well arched
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Vendetta by Honore de Balzac: carriages; all that is mine is yours."
"How he loves you!" said Ginevra.
Luigi now hurried his bride to the house they were to occupy. Their
modest apartment was soon reached; and there, when the door closed
upon them, Luigi took his wife in his arms, exclaiming,--
"Oh, my Ginevra! for now you are mine, here is our true wedding.
Here," he added, "all things will smile upon us."
Together they went through the three rooms contained in their lodging.
The room first entered served as salon and dining-room in one; on the
right was a bedchamber, on the left a large study which Luigi had
arranged for his wife; in it she found easels, color-boxes, lay-
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Princess by Alfred Tennyson: Not only he, but by my mother's soul,
Whatever man lies wounded, friend or foe,
Shall enter, if he will. Let our girls flit,
Till the storm die! but had you stood by us,
The roar that breaks the Pharos from his base
Had left us rock. She fain would sting us too,
But shall not. Pass, and mingle with your likes.
We brook no further insult but are gone.'
She turned; the very nape of her white neck
Was rosed with indignation: but the Prince
Her brother came; the king her father charmed
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