| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Westward Ho! by Charles Kingsley: from him with a little cry, and stood, half-trembling, half-
defiant, as if to say, "He is mine now; no one dare part him from
me!"
"Who is it?" asked Amyas.
"Your mother."
"You see that I am bringing forth fruits meet for repentance,
mother," said he, with a smile.
He heard her approach. Then a kiss and a sob passed between the
women; and he felt Ayacanora sink once more upon his bosom.
"Amyas, my son," said the silver voice of Mrs. Leigh, low, dreamy,
like the far-off chimes of angels' bells from out the highest
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Mosses From An Old Manse by Nathaniel Hawthorne: but I warn you again that in this small piece of mechanism lives
your evil spirit. Shall I exorcise him?"
"You are my evil spirit," answered Owen, much excited,--"you and
the hard, coarse world! The leaden thoughts and the despondency
that you fling upon me are my clogs, else I should long ago have
achieved the task that I was created for."
Peter Hovenden shook his head, with the mixture of contempt and
indignation which mankind, of whom he was partly a
representative, deem themselves entitled to feel towards all
simpletons who seek other prizes than the dusty one along the
highway. He then took his leave, with an uplifted finger and a
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Maitre Cornelius by Honore de Balzac: eat lampreys?" he added, after a pause, looking anxiously at Coyctier.
For all answer the physician began to examine his master's face. The
two men were a picture in themselves.
History and romance-writers have consecrated the brown camlet coat,
and the breeches of the same stuff, worn by Louis XI. His cap,
decorated with leaden medallions, and his collar of the order of
Saint-Michel, are not less celebrated; but no writer, no painter has
represented the face of that terrible monarch in his last years,--a
sickly, hollow, yellow and brown face, all the features of which
expressed a sour craftiness, a cold sarcasm. In that mask was the
forehead of a great man, a brow furrowed with wrinkles, and weighty
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