| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Study of a Woman by Honore de Balzac: many young women are thoughtless enough to commit).
"Dear angel of love," said the letter, "treasure of my life and
happiness--"
At these words the marquise was about to fling the letter in the fire;
but there came into her head a fancy--which all virtuous women will
readily understand--to see how a man who began a letter in that style
could possibly end it. When she had turned the fourth page and read
it, she let her arms drop like a person much fatigued.
"Caroline, go and ask who left this letter."
"Madame, I received it myself from the valet of Monsieur le Baron de
Rastignac."
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Story of an African Farm by Olive Schreiner: "It is better to have you on those conditions than not at all. If you will
have it, let it be so."
He sat looking at her. On her face was the weary look that rested there so
often now when she sat alone. Two months had not passed since they parted;
but the time had set its mark on her. He looked at her carefully, from the
brown, smooth head to the little crossed feet on the floor. A worn look
had grown over the little face, and it made its charm for him stronger.
For pain and time, which trace deep lines and write a story on a human
face, have a strangely different effect on one face and another. The face
that is only fair, even very fair, they mar and flaw; but to the face whose
beauty is the harmony between that which speaks from within and the form
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Brother of Daphne by Dornford Yates: attention. The next second my head-lights showed what it was,
and I slowed down. A great limousine, if you please, standing at
an angle of twenty degrees, its near front wheel obviously well
up the bank, and the whole car sunk in a drift of snow some four
or five feet deep. All its lights were out, and fresh snow was
beginning to gather on the top against the luggage rail.
I stopped, took out one of my side oil lamps, and, getting out of
the car, advanced to the edge of the drift, holding the light
above my head. The limousine was evidently a derelict.
"You look just like a picture I've seen somewhere," said a
gentle voice.
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