| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Purse by Honore de Balzac: gratified a wish that was new every morning, by sparing himself a
long walk, and the loss of much time, now more valuable than
ever.
No man in the world would have inspired feelings of greater
interest than Hippolyte Schinner if he would ever have consented
to make acquaintance; but he did not lightly entrust to others
the secrets of his life. He was the idol of a necessitous mother,
who had brought him up at the cost of the severest privations.
Mademoiselle Schinner, the daughter of an Alsatian farmer, had
never been married. Her tender soul had been cruelly crushed,
long ago, by a rich man, who did not pride himself on any great
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Malbone: An Oldport Romance by Thomas Wentworth Higginson: embrace, he would have had no such sense of utter banishment as
had Malbone then.
XVIII.
HOPE'S VIGIL.
HAD Emilia chosen out of life's whole armory of weapons the
means of disarming Hope, she could have found nothing so
effectual as nature had supplied in her unconsciousness.
Helplessness conquers. There was a quality in Emilia which
would have always produced something very like antagonism in
Hope, had she not been her sister. Had the ungoverned girl now
been able to utter one word of reproach, had her eyes flashed
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Pocket Diary Found in the Snow by Grace Isabel Colbron and Augusta Groner: established, for I knew that she had some important family documents
with her."
Muller was silent a moment, with an expression of deep pity on his
face. Then he continued: "Yes, someone would have found her, and
her suicide would have been a dark mystery, unless, of course,
malicious tongues would have found ugly reasons enough why a
beautiful young lady should hide herself in a lonely cottage to
take her own life."
Muller had spoken as if to himself. Egon Langen's lips, parted in
a smile so evil that Amster clenched his fists.
"And you would not have regretted this ruining the reputation as
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