| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Pool in the Desert by Sara Jeanette Duncan: him, the shadows fled away. Somewhere down in the valley, he
remembered afterward, a hill-flute made music. When he spoke it was
almost in a whisper, lest he should disturb some newly perceived
lovely thing that had wings, and might leave him. 'Oh, Madeline,'
he said, 'is it true?' She only smiled on in gladness that took no
heed of any apprehension, any fear or scruple, and he himself
keeping his eyes upon her face, said, 'It is true.'
So they stood for a little time in silence while she resisted her
great opportunity. She resisted it to the end, and presently
beckoned to the syce, who came up leading the pony. Innes mounted
her mechanically and said, 'Is that all right?' as she put her foot
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Tenant of Wildfell Hall by Bronte Sisters: approaching me. Disappointed in her search, I heard her come down,
more slowly than she had ascended. Would she come in there, and
find me out? No, she turned in the opposite direction and re-
entered the drawing-room. I was glad, for I knew not how to meet
her, or what to say. I wanted no confidante in my distress. I
deserved none, and I wanted none. I had taken the burden upon
myself; let me bear it alone.
As the usual hour of retirement approached I dried my eyes, and
tried to clear my voice and calm my mind. I must see Arthur to-
night, and speak to him; but I would do it calmly: there should be
no scene - nothing to complain or to boast of to his companions -
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Mansion by Henry van Dyke: expression,
as if they were staring through him or beyond him. They cared
nothing for
his principles, his hopes, his disappointments, his successes;
they belonged to another world, in which he had no place. At
this he felt
a vague resentment, a sense of discomfort that he could not have
defined
or explained. He was used to being considered, respected,
appreciated at his full value in every region, even in that of
his own dreams.
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