| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Bucky O'Connor by William MacLeod Raine: desire.
"You're not angry at me--Bucky?" she asked softly.
"No, I'm not angry at you." His voice was cold because he dared
not trust himself to let his tenderness creep into it.
"I haven't done anything that I ought not to? Perhaps you think
it wasn't--wasn't nice to--to come here with you."
"I don't think anything of the kind," his hard voice answered. "I
think you're a prince, if you want to know."
She smiled a little wanly, trying to coax him back into
friendliness. "Then if I'm a prince you must be a princess," she
teased.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Great Big Treasury of Beatrix Potter by Beatrix Potter: dear Mrs. Tiggy-winkle.
So that at the bottom of the hill
when they came to the stile, there was
nothing left to carry except Lucie's
one little bundle.
Lucie scrambled up the stile with
the bundle in her hand; and then she
turned to say "Good-night," and to
thank the washer-woman.--But what
a VERY odd thing! Mrs. Tiggy-winkle
had not waited either for thanks or
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Middlemarch by George Eliot: effect on the two was a surprise which entered very deeply into
his memory. He went straight from Mr. Garth's office to the warehouse,
rightly feeling that the most respectful way in which he could behave to
his father was to make the painful communication as gravely and formally
as possible. Moreover, the decision would be more certainly understood
to be final, if the interview took place in his father's gravest
hours, which were always those spent in his private room at the warehouse.
Fred entered on the subject directly, and declared briefly what he
had done and was resolved to do, expressing at the end his regret
that he should be the cause of disappointment to his father,
and taking the blame on his own deficiencies. The regret was genuine,
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