| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Turn of the Screw by Henry James: apart from observation, we exchanged mute alarms, and I could
feel with what high interest my friend returned me all those I
had from the first given her.
"She'll be above," she presently said--"in one of the rooms
you haven't searched."
"No; she's at a distance." I had made up my mind.
"She has gone out."
Mrs. Grose stared. "Without a hat?"
I naturally also looked volumes. "Isn't that woman always without one?"
"She's with HER?"
"She's with HER!" I declared. "We must find them."
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Sons of the Soil by Honore de Balzac: Ville-aux-Fayes, for they have taken legal residence there, on account
of this lease, with my old employer, Maitre Corbinet. I fear we shall
lose the suit."
"It is a question of income, my dear," said the general, showing the
letter to his wife. "Will you go down to Les Aigues a little earlier
this year than last?"
"Go yourself, and I will follow you when the weather is warmer," said
the countess, not sorry to remain in Paris alone.
The general, who knew very well the canker that was eating into his
revenues, departed without his wife, resolved to take vigorous
measures. In so doing he reckoned, as we shall see, without his
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Dreams by Olive Schreiner: garments, and kissed the wounded feet with his little lips. When in the
desert Love lay down faint (for Love itself grows faint), he ran over the
hot sand with his little naked feet, and even there in the desert found
water in the holes in the rocks to moisten Love's lips with. He was no
burden--he never weighted them; he only helped them forward on their
journey.
When they came to the dark ravine where the icicles hang from the rocks--
for Love and Life must pass through strange drear places--there, where all
is cold, and the snow lies thick, he took their freezing hands and held
them against his beating little heart, and warmed them--and softly he drew
them on and on.
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