| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Soul of a Bishop by H. G. Wells: should send him to me. Abominable!"
He turned, with all the round knobs that constituted his face,
aglow. His side-whiskers waved apart like wings about to flap. He
protruded his face towards his seated patient. "I am glad that he
has been killed," he said. "Glad! There!"
His glasses fell off--shocked beyond measure. He did not heed
them. They swnng about in front of him as if they sought to
escape while he poured out his feelings.
"Fool!" he spluttered with demonstrative gestures. "Dangerous
fool! His one idea--to upset everybody. Drugs, Sir! The most
terrible drugs! I come back. Find ladies. High social position.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The American by Henry James: But she seemed to think of nothing; so she simply smiled.
He sat down near her and she handed him a cup of tea. For a few
moments they talked about that, and meanwhile he looked at her.
He remembered what Mrs. Tristram had told him of her "perfection"
and of her having, in combination, all the brilliant things
that he dreamed of finding. This made him observe her not only
without mistrust, but without uneasy conjectures; the presumption,
from the first moment he looked at her, had been in her favor.
And yet, if she was beautiful, it was not a dazzling beauty.
She was tall and moulded in long lines; she had thick fair hair,
a wide forehead, and features with a sort of harmonious irregularity.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Yates Pride by Mary E. Wilkins Freeman: However, after a moment, Eudora reasserted herself. "I only
heard a short time ago that you were here," she said, in her
usual even voice. The fair oval of her face was as serene and
proud toward the man as the face of the moon.
The man swung his umbrella, then began prodding the ground with
it. "Hullo, Eudora," he said again; then he added: "How are you,
anyway? Fine and well?"
"I am very well, thank you," said Eudora. "So you have come home
to Wellwood after all this time?"
The man made an effort and recovered himself, although his
handsome face was burning.
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