| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Dust by Mr. And Mrs. Haldeman-Julius: presently admitted how easy it would be for this malevolence to
melt away--a word, a look, a gesture from Martin and the heart in
her would flood with forgiveness; but the look did not come, the
word was unuttered.
He was squandering, she continued to observe, sufficient evidence
of his interest at the feet of this child who never would have
missed it, while she, herself, who could have lifted mountains
from her breast with one tenth of this appreciation, was left, as
she always had been left, without the love her being craved, the
love of a mate, rising full and strong to meet her own. It was a
yearning that the most cherished of children could never satisfy
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Chouans by Honore de Balzac: count, were hard and stern when, as if by accident, they met his.
Montauran at last made a painful effort and said, in a muffled voice,
"Will you never forgive me?"
"Love forgives nothing, or it forgives all," she said, coldly. "But,"
she added, noticing his joyful look, "it must be love."
She took the count's arm once more and moved forward into a small
boudoir which adjoined the cardroom. The marquis followed her.
"Will you not hear me?" he said.
"One would really think, monsieur," she replied, "that I had come here
to meet you, and not to vindicate my own self-respect. If you do not
cease this odious pursuit I shall leave the ballroom."
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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: her cheeks and her eyes gleamed. But the change was too sudden for
her tortured soul. She rose from her chair, then sank fainting to
the floor.
Berner threw himself on his knees beside her, sobbing out, "She is
dying! She is dying!"
Muller turned on the instant, for he had heard the door on the other
side of the hall open, and a tall slender man with a smooth face
and a deep scar on his right cheek stood on the threshold looking at
them in dazed surprise. For an instant only had he lost his control.
The next second he was in his room again, slamming the door behind
him. But it was too late. Amster's foot was already in the crack
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