| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Altar of the Dead by Henry James: never has had it. That makes MY attitude" - she paused as thinking
how to express it, then said simply - "all wrong."
"Come once again," he pleaded.
"Will you give him his candle?" she asked.
He waited, but only because it would sound ungracious; not because
of a doubt of his feeling. "I can't do that!" he declared at last.
"Then good-bye." And she gave him her hand again.
He had got his dismissal; besides which, in the agitation of
everything that had opened out to him, he felt the need to recover
himself as he could only do in solitude. Yet he lingered -
lingered to see if she had no compromise to express, no attenuation
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from McTeague by Frank Norris: non-cohesive gold. It was the most valuable steal she
had ever yet made in the dentist's "Parlors." She told
herself that it was worth at least a couple of dollars.
Suddenly an idea occurred to her, and she went hastily to a
window at the end of the hall, and, shading her face with
both hands, looked down into the little alley just back of
the flat. On some nights Zerkow, the red-headed Polish Jew,
sat up late, taking account of the week's ragpicking. There
was a dim light in his window now.
Maria went to her room, threw a shawl around her head, and
descended into the little back yard of the flat by the back
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Black Dwarf by Walter Scott: might appear to be similar to those so protected by the law, yet
it was a mere DECEPTIO VISUS; for what resembled hares were, in
fact, HILL-KIDS, and those partaking of the appearance of moor-
fowl, were truly WOOD PIGEONS and consumed and eaten EO NOMINE,
and not otherwise.
Again, the Exciseman pretended, that my deceased Landlord did
encourage that species of manufacture called distillation,
without having an especial permission from the Great, technically
called a license, for doing so. Now, I stand up to confront this
falsehood; and in defiance of him, his gauging-stick, and pen and
inkhorn, I tell him, that I never saw, or tasted, a glass of
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