| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Collection of Antiquities by Honore de Balzac: proposals in form through Maitre Chesnel for Mlle. Marie Armande Clair
d'Esgrignon. She declined to hear the notary.
"You must have guessed before now that I am a mother, dear Chesnel,"
she said; she had just put her nephew, a fine little boy of five, to
bed.
The old Marquis rose and went up to his sister, but just returned from
the cradle; he kissed her hand reverently, and as he sat down again,
found words to say:
"My sister, you are a d'Esgrignon."
A quiver ran through the noble girl; the tears stood in her eyes. M.
d'Esgrignon, the father of the present Marquis, had married a second
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Mistress Wilding by Rafael Sabatini: with my Lord Grey. It is odds that had he remained, the brewing storm
between the pair would have come to a head. Had it done so, it is more
than likely, from what we know of Mr. Wilding's accomplishments, that he
had given Lord Grey his quietus. And had that happened, it is to be
inferred from history that it is possible the Duke of Monmouth's
rebellion might have had a less disastrous issue.
CHAPTER XVI
PLOTS AND PLOTTERS
Mr. Wilding left Monmouth's army at Lyme on Sunday, the 14th of June, and
rejoined it at Bridgwater exactly three weeks later. In the meanwhile a
good deal had happened, yet the happenings on every hand had fallen far
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Black Dwarf by Walter Scott: man."
Earnscliff was somewhat entertained with the gradual declension
of superstition from one generation to another which was inferred
In this last observation; and they continued to reason on such
subjects, until they came in sight of the upright stone which
gave name to the moor.
"As I shall answer," says Hobbie, "yonder's the creature creeping
about yet!--But it's daylight, and you have your gun, and I
brought out my bit whinger--I think we may venture on him."
"By all manner of means," said Earnscliff; "but, in the name of
wonder, what can he be doing there?"
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