| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Story of an African Farm by Olive Schreiner: greenishness about the mouth. "Ah, my friend," he said tremulously,
"eternity has looked me in the face! My life's thread hung upon a cord!
The valley of the shadow of death!" said Bonaparte, seizing the German's
arm.
"Dear, dear, dear!" said the German, who had closed the lower half of the
door, and stood much concerned beside the stranger, "you have had a fright.
I never knew so young a bird to chase before; but they will take dislikes
to certain people. I sent a boy away once because a bird would chase him.
Ah, dear, dear!"
"When I looked round," said Bonaparte, "the red and yawning cavity was
above me, and the reprehensible paw raised to strike me. My nerves," said
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Country of the Pointed Firs by Sarah Orne Jewett: "Yes, dear, cert'in; I've got her yet, old's I be. She's one
of them spry, light-footed little women; always was, an' light-
hearted, too," answered Mrs. Todd, with satisfaction. "She's seen
all the trouble folks can see, without it's her last sickness; an'
she's got a word of courage for everybody. Life ain't spoilt her
a mite. She's eighty-six an' I'm sixty-seven, and I've seen the
time I've felt a good sight the oldest. 'Land sakes alive!' says
she, last time I was out to see her. 'How you do lurch about
steppin' into a bo't?' I laughed so I liked to have gone right
over into the water; an' we pushed off, an' left her laughin' there
on the shore."
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from A Distinguished Provincial at Paris by Honore de Balzac: "What a happy inspiration, divine Lais!" exclaimed Blondet, who had
followed the lady upstairs and brought Nathan, Vernou and Claude
Vignon with him. "Stop to supper, there is a dear, or I will crush
thee, butterfly as thou art. There will be no professional jealousies,
as you are a dancer; and as to beauty, you have all of you too much
sense to show jealousy in public."
"Oh dear!" cried Finot, "Nathan, Blondet, du Bruel, help friends! I
want five columns."
"I can make two of the play," said Lucien.
"I have enough for one," added Lousteau.
"Very well; Nathan, Vernou, and du Bruel will make the jokes at the
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