| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from La Grenadiere by Honore de Balzac: and their whole life was changed. The old servant grew anxious and
gloomy as she watched the almost imperceptible symptoms of slow
decline in the mistress, who seemed to be kept in life by an
impassioned soul and intense love of her children. Old Annette seemed
to see that death was very near. That mistress, beautiful still, was
more careful of her appearance than she had ever been; she was at
pains to adorn her wasted self, and wore paint on her cheeks; but
often while she walked on the upper terrace with the children,
Annette's wrinkled face would peer out from between the savin trees by
the pump. The old woman would forget her work, and stand with wet
linen in her hands, scarce able to keep back her tears at the sight of
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from A Kidnapped Santa Claus by L. Frank Baum: answered; "for the children are many, and I am but one. And as my
work is one of love and kindness I would be ashamed to receive money
for my little gifts. But throughout all the year the children must be
amused in some way, and so the toy shops are able to bring much
happiness to my little friends. I like the toy shops, and am glad to
see them prosper."
In spite of the second rebuff, the Daemon of Hatred thought he would
try to influence Santa Claus. So the next day he entered the busy
workshop and said:
"Good morning, Santa! I have bad news for you."
"Then run away, like a good fellow," answered Santa Claus. "Bad news
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Shadow Line by Joseph Conrad: failed altogether. About five it returned, gentle
enough, enabling us to head for the roadstead.
Daybreak found Mr. Burns sitting wedged up with
coils of rope on the stern-grating, and from the
depths of his overcoat steering the ship with very
white bony hands; while Ransome and I rushed
along the decks letting go all the sheets and hal-
liards by the run. We dashed next up on to the
forecastle head. The perspiration of labour and
sheer nervousness simply poured off our heads as
we toiled to get the anchors cock-billed. I dared
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