| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Copy-Cat & Other Stories by Mary E. Wilkins Freeman: mother --"
"Amelia's mother would not even believe it, in
the first place," said Miss Parmalee.
"Well, there is something in that," admitted Ma-
dame. "I myself could not even imagine such a
situation. I would not know of it now, if you and
Miss Acton had not told me."
"There is not the slightest use in telling Amelia
not to imitate Lily, because she does not know that
she is imitating her," said Miss Parmalee. "If she
were to be punished for it, she could never compre-
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Confidence by Henry James: his society. He regretted her evasive deportment, for he found something
agreeable in this shy and scrupulous little woman, who struck him
as a curious specimen of a society of which he had once been very fond.
He learned that she was of old New England stock, but he had not needed
this information to perceive that Mrs. Vivian was animated by the genius
of Boston. "She has the Boston temperament," he said, using a phrase
with which he had become familiar and which evoked a train of associations.
But then he immediately added that if Mrs. Vivian was a daughter
of the Puritans, the Puritan strain in her disposition had been mingled
with another element. "It is the Boston temperament sophisticated,"
he said; "perverted a little--perhaps even corrupted. It is the local
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Awakening & Selected Short Stories by Kate Chopin: her hair.
As Edna walked along the street she was thinking of Robert.
She was still under the spell of her infatuation. She had tried to
forget him, realizing the inutility of remembering. But the
thought of him was like an obsession, ever pressing itself upon
her. It was not that she dwelt upon details of their acquaintance,
or recalled in any special or peculiar way his personality; it was
his being, his existence, which dominated her thought, fading
sometimes as if it would melt into the mist of the forgotten,
reviving again with an intensity which filled her with an
incomprehensible longing.
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