| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Malbone: An Oldport Romance by Thomas Wentworth Higginson: this strange hour, above the dust of lovers dead? She saw with
amazement, and walked on quickly that Harry might not also see.
It was Emilia who sat beside the grave, her dark hair drooping
and dishevelled, her carnation cheek still brilliant after the
night's excitement; and he who sat at her feet, grasping her
hand in both of his, while his lips poured out passionate words
to which she eagerly listened, was Philip Malbone.
Here, upon the soil of a new nation, lay a spot whose
associations seemed already as old as time could make
them,--the last footprint of a tribe now vanished from this
island forever,--the resting-place of a race whose very
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Chita: A Memory of Last Island by Lafcadio Hearn: other way,--into the glory of God. Then, wishing to divert the
fisherman's attention to another theme, he asked what was Carmelo
singing. Sparicio at once shouted to the lad:--
--"Ha! ... ho! Carmelo!--Santu diavulu! ... Sing-a loud-a!
Doct-a lik-a! Sing-a! sing!" .... "He sing-a nicee,"--added
the boatman, with his peculiar dark smile. And then Carmelo
sang, loud and clearly, the song he had been singing before,--one
of those artless Mediterranean ballads, full of caressing
vowel-sounds, and young passion, and melancholy beauty:--
"M'ama ancor, belta fulgente,
Come tu m'amasti allor;--
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Domestic Peace by Honore de Balzac: she added, "I imagine you would rather learn the stranger's name from
the lips of your handsome Countess than from mine."
There was such marked defiance in the Duchess' attitude that Madame de
Vaudremont rose, came up to her, and took the chair Martial placed for
her; then without noticing him she said, "I can guess, madame, that
you are talking of me; but I admit my want of perspicacity; I do not
know whether it is for good or evil."
Madame de Lansac pressed the young woman's pretty hand in her own dry
and wrinkled fingers, and answered in a low, compassionate tone, "Poor
child!"
The women looked at each other. Madame de Vaudremont understood that
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