| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Tom Sawyer, Detective by Mark Twain: much of a grudge against a lamb like Jubiter Dunlap.
The blacksmith says, by and by:
"The revenge idea won't work, you see. Well, then,
what's next? Robbery? B'gosh, that must 'a' been it,
Tom! Yes, sirree, I reckon we've struck it this time.
Some feller wanted his gallus-buckles, and so he--"
But it was so funny he busted out laughing, and just went
on laughing and laughing and laughing till he was 'most dead,
and Tom looked so put out and cheap that I knowed he
was ashamed he had come, and he wished he hadn't. But
old Hooker never let up on him. He raked up everything
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Study of a Woman by Honore de Balzac: not always prudent to put a husband in possession of certain secrets."
The firm and gentle tones in which the marquise said these words, and
the imposing glance which she cast upon Rastignac made him aware that
he had posed in his cravat a trifle prematurely.
"Madame, I understand you," he said, laughing. "I ought, therefore, to
be doubly thankful that Monsieur le marquis met me; he affords me an
opportunity to offer you excuses which might be full of danger were
you not kindness itself."
The marquise looked at the young man with an air of some surprise, but
she answered with dignity:--
"Monsieur, silence on your part will be the best excuse. As for me, I
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Resurrection by Leo Tolstoy: at the old man. In one corner sat a pair of lovers. She was quite
young and pretty, and had short, fair hair, looked energetic, and
was elegantly dressed; he had fine features, wavy hair, and wore
a rubber jacket. They sat in their corner and seemed stupefied
with love. Nearest to the table sat a grey-haired woman dressed
in black, evidently the mother of a young, consumptive-looking
fellow, in the same kind of jacket. Her head lay on his shoulder.
She was trying to say something, but the tears prevented her from
speaking; she began several times, but had to stop. The young man
held a paper in his hand, and, apparently not knowing what to do,
kept folding and pressing it with an angry look on his face.
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