| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Tales and Fantasies by Robert Louis Stevenson: better look at the face,' said he, in tones of some
constraint. 'You had better,' he repeated, as Fettes only
stared at him in wonder.
'But where, and how, and when did you come by it?' cried the
other.
'Look at the face,' was the only answer.
Fettes was staggered; strange doubts assailed him. He looked
from the young doctor to the body, and then back again. At
last, with a start, he did as he was bidden. He had almost
expected the sight that met his eyes, and yet the shock was
cruel. To see, fixed in the rigidity of death and naked on
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Edition of The Ambassadors by Henry James: rendered by it almost insinuating. He lacked only time for full
persuasion, and Strether was to see in a moment why. Meantime,
however, our friend perceived, he was announcing a step of some
magnanimity on Mrs. Pocock's part, so that he could deprecate a
sharp question. It was his own high purpose in fact to have
smoothed sharp questions to rest. He looked his old comrade very
straight in the eyes, and he had never conveyed to him in so mute a
manner so much kind confidence and so much good advice. Everything
that was between them was again in his face, but matured and
shelved and finally disposed of. "At any rate," he added, "she's
coming now."
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Little Rivers by Henry van Dyke: say that. "But," he added, with confidential emphasis, "c'etait
votre sacre p'tit poisson qui a fait cela."
That was a touch of human nature, my rusty old guardian, more
welcome to me than all the morning's catch. Is there not always a
"confounded little minnow" responsible for our failures? Did you
ever see a school-boy tumble on the ice without stooping
immediately to re-buckle the strap of his skates? And would not
Ignotus have painted a masterpiece if he could have found good
brushes and a proper canvas? Life's shortcomings would be bitter
indeed if we could not find excuses for them outside of ourselves.
And as for life's successes--well, it is certainly wholesome to
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