| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Men of Iron by Howard Pyle: capable politicians and astute intriguers in Europe. So, as the
outcome of all the plotting and counter-plotting, scheming and
counter-scheming, the case was decided in Lord Falworth's favor.
The knowledge of the ultimate result was known to the Prince of
Wales's circle almost a week before it was finally decided.
Indeed, the Earl of Mackworth had made pretty sure of that result
before he had summoned Myles from France, but upon the King it
fell like the shock of a sudden blow. All that day he kept
himself in moody seclusion, nursing his silent, bitter anger, and
making only one outbreak, in which he swore by the Holy Rood that
should Myles be worsted in the encounter, he would not take the
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Tenant of Wildfell Hall by Bronte Sisters: with some partial success; and indeed I was generally more
humanised in my demeanour to her than to any one else, Mr. Lawrence
excepted. Rose and Fergus usually shunned my presence; and it was
well they did, for I was not fit company for them, nor they for me,
under the present circumstances.
Mrs. Huntingdon did not leave Wildfell Hall till above two months
after our farewell interview. During that time she never appeared
at church, and I never went near the house: I only knew she was
still there by her brother's brief answers to my many and varied
inquiries respecting her. I was a very constant and attentive
visitor to him throughout the whole period of his illness and
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from An Episode Under the Terror by Honore de Balzac: feeble light of the tallow dip an indescribable curiosity appeared in
the three anxious faces. Mademoiselle de Langeais opened the box, and
found a very fine lawn handkerchief, soiled with sweat; darker stains
appeared as they unfolded it.
"That is blood!" exclaimed the priest.
"It is marked with a royal crown!" cried Sister Agathe.
The women, aghast, allowed the precious relic to fall. For their
simple souls the mystery that hung about the stranger grew
inexplicable; as for the priest, from that day forth he did not even
try to understand it.
Before very long the prisoners knew that, in spite of the Terror, some
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