| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Message by Honore de Balzac: which is imposed upon me."
At this eulogy, the Count swung his head very amiably, responded
with a tolerably involved compliment, and finally left me a free
field. We returned to the house. The bell rang, and I was invited
to dinner. As we came up to the house, a grave and silent couple,
Juliette stole a glance at us. Not a little surprised to find her
husband contriving some frivolous excuse for leaving us together,
she stopped short, giving me a glance--such a glance as women
only can give you. In that look of hers there was the pardonable
curiosity of the mistress of the house confronted with a guest
dropped down upon her from the skies and innumerable doubts,
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The White Moll by Frank L. Packard: its thrall. And she went on up, step after step, as Danglar spoke
again:
"There's nothing to it! The Sparrow there fell for the telephone
when Stevie played the doctor. And old Hayden-Bond of course grants
his prison-bird chauffeur's request to spend the night with his
mother, who the doctor says is taken worse, because the old guy
knows there is a mother who really is sick. Only Mr. Hayden-Bond,
and the police with him, will maybe figure it a little differently
in the morning when they find the safe looted, and that the Sparrow,
instead of ever going near the poor old dame, has flown the coop
and can't be found. And in case there's any lingering doubt in
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Vendetta by Honore de Balzac: step in the court-yard, lightly as she trod. Like lovers, the three
would often sit silently together, understanding thus, better than by
speech, the eloquence of their souls. This profound sentiment, the
life itself of the two old people, animated their every thought. Here
were not three existences, but one,--one only, which, like the flame
on the hearth, divided itself into three tongues of fire. If,
occasionally, some memory of Napoleon's benefits and misfortunes, if
the public events of the moment distracted the minds of the old people
from this source of their constant solicitude, they could always talk
of those interests without affecting their community of thought, for
Ginevra shared their political passions. What more natural, therefore,
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