| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Kenilworth by Walter Scott: Goldthred?"
"That I have, old boy," said the mercer. "Look you, I was riding
hither from Abingdon. I passed under the east oriel window of
the old mansion, where all the old saints and histories and such-
like are painted. It was not the common path I took, but one
through the Park; for the postern door was upon the latch, and I
thought I might take the privilege of an old comrade to ride
across through the trees, both for shading, as the day was
somewhat hot, and for avoiding of dust, because I had on my
peach-coloured doublet, pinked out with cloth of gold."
"Which garment," said Michael Lambourne, "thou wouldst willingly
Kenilworth |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Red Inn by Honore de Balzac: "Monsieur Wahlenfer, haven't you also your 'hoc erat in votis'?" asked
Wilhelm.
"Yes, monsieur, but it came to pass, and now--"
The good man was silent, and did not finish his sentence.
"As for me," said the landlord, whose face was rather flushed, "I
bought a field last spring, which I had been wanting for ten years."
They talked thus like men whose tongues are loosened by wine, and they
each took that friendly liking to the others of which we are never
stingy on a journey; so that when the time came to separate for the
night, Wilhelm offered his bed to the merchant.
"You can accept it without hesitation," he said, "for I can sleep with
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Eugenie Grandet by Honore de Balzac: man in this new affair, but in vain.
"Will you go with us to Madame Dorsonval's?" said des Grassins to the
notary.
"We will go there later," answered the president. "I have promised to
say good-evening to Mademoiselle de Gribeaucourt, and we will go there
first, if my uncle is willing."
"Farewell for the present!" said Madame des Grassins.
When the Cruchots were a few steps off, Adolphe remarked to his
father,--
"Are not they fuming, hein?"
"Hold your tongue, my son!" said his mother; "they might hear you.
Eugenie Grandet |
