| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Michael Strogoff by Jules Verne: straight up to Ivan Ogareff, and placing himself right before
him, "Yes, I see!" said he. "I see the mark of the knout
which I gave you, traitor and coward! I see the place
where I am about to strike you! Defend your life! It is
a duel I deign to offer you! My knife against your
sword!"
"He sees!" said Nadia. "Gracious Heaven, is it pos-
sible!"
Ogareff felt that he was lost. But mustering all his
courage, he sprang forward on his impassible adversary.
The two blades crossed, but at a touch from Michael's knife,
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Under the Red Robe by Stanley Weyman: my own, close upon the Cocheforets. Mademoiselle's horse made a
little business of the place, and in the result we entered the
water almost together; and I crossed close on her heels. The
bank on either side was steep; while crossing we could see
neither before nor behind. But at the moment I thought nothing
of this nor of her delay; and I was following her quite at my
leisure and picking my way, when the sudden report of a carbine,
a second report, and a yell of alarm in front thrilled me
through.
On the instant, while the sound was still in my ears, I saw it
all. Like a hot iron piercing my brain the truth flashed into my
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Another Study of Woman by Honore de Balzac: confess that I was wrong; I ask your pardon a thousand times, and if
you are not satisfied by my apologies I am ready to give you
satisfaction.'
" 'Oh! it is not you who are wrong, it is I!' he replied coldly.
"Thereupon we all lay down in the room, and before long all were sound
asleep.
"Next morning each one, without rousing his neighbor or seeking
companionship, set out again on his way, with that selfishness which
made our rout one of the most horrible dramas of self-seeking,
melancholy, and horror which ever was enacted under heaven.
Nevertheless, at about seven or eight hundred paces from our shelter
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