| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Country Doctor by Honore de Balzac: girl's father and one's princess there before one's eyes. Oh! yes, it
was very pleasant!
"But I ought to tell you that Renard was a Parisian, and dependent on
his father, a wholesale grocer, who had educated his son with a view
to making a notary of him; so Renard had come by a certain amount of
book learning before he had been drawn by the conscription and had to
bid his desk good-bye. Add to this that he was the kind of man who
looks well in a uniform, with a face like a girl's, and a thorough
knowledge of the art of wheedling people. It was HE whom Judith loved;
she cared about as much for me as a horse cares for roast fowls.
Whilst I was in the seventh heaven, soaring above the clouds at the
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Early Short Fiction of Edith Wharton by Edith Wharton: his hand on his heart whenever he mentioned the name of his
betrothed. The easiest way out of the business was to take it as
a joke. Wyant had played the wall to this new Pyramus and
Thisbe, and was philosophic enough to laugh at the part he had
unwittingly performed.
He held out his hand with a smile to Count Ottaviano.
"I won't deprive you any longer," he said, "of the pleasure of
reading your letter."
"Oh, sir, a thousand thanks! And when you return to the casa
Lombard, you will take a message from me--the letter she expected
this afternoon?"
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Market-Place by Harold Frederic: Even the blotches of tell-tale colour on his long nose
were not altogether unclerical in their suggestion.
A poor old man he seemed, as he stood blinking in the
electric light of the strange, warm apartment--a helpless,
worn old creature, inured through long years to bleak
adverse winds, hoping now for nothing better in this world
than present shelter.
"How do you do, Mr. Thorpe," he said, after a moment,
with nervous formality. "This is unexpectedly kind
of you, sir."
"Why--not at all!" said Thorpe, shaking him cordially
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