| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Chouans by Honore de Balzac: nicknamed 'Les Mayencais.' Excuse my vanity; I can only offer you the
soul of a sergeant, but that's at your service."
He turned on his heel and walked off whistling.
"The lower one goes in social life," said Marie, bitterly, "the more
we find generous feelings without display. A marquis returns death for
life, and a poor sergeant--but enough of that."
When the weary woman was at last in a warm bed, her faithful Francine
waited in vain for the affectionate good-night to which she was
accustomed; but her mistress, seeing her still standing and evidently
uneasy, made her a sign of distress.
"This is called a day, Francine," she said; "but I have aged ten years
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Letters of Robert Louis Stevenson by Robert Louis Stevenson: damned ending; but it still depresses me: this is your doing, Mr.
Burlingame: you would have it there and then, and I fear it - I
fear that ending.
R. L. S.
Letter: TO CHARLES BAXTER
HONOLULU, FEBRUARY 8TH, 1889.
MY DEAR CHARLES, - Here we are at Honolulu, and have dismissed the
yacht, and lie here till April anyway, in a fine state of haze,
which I am yet in hopes some letter of yours (still on the way) may
dissipate. No money, and not one word as to money! However, I
have got the yacht paid off in triumph, I think; and though we stay
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Bunner Sisters by Edith Wharton: Hawkins, Mrs. Hochmuller warn't there." The tears rolled down her
cheeks.
"She warn't there? Has she moved?"
"Over two months ago--and they don't know where she's gone.
Oh what'll I do, Mrs. Hawkins?"
"There, there, Miss Bunner. You lay still and don't fret.
I'll ask Mr. Hawkins soon as ever he comes home."
Ann Eliza murmured her gratitude, and Mrs. Hawkins, bending
down, kissed her on the forehead. "Don't you fret," she repeated,
in the voice with which she soothed her children.
For over a week Ann Eliza lay in bed, faithfully nursed by her
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