| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Garden Party by Katherine Mansfield: be feeling about for something; there came a sigh.
"I'm awake, grandma," said Fenella.
"Oh, dear, am I near the ladder?" asked grandma. "I thought it was this
end."
"No, grandma, it's the other. I'll put your foot on it. Are we there?"
asked Fenella.
"In the harbour," said grandma. "We must get up, child. You'd better have
a biscuit to steady yourself before you move."
But Fenella had hopped out of her bunk. The lamp was still burning, but
night was over, and it was cold. Peering through that round eye she could
see far off some rocks. Now they were scattered over with foam; now a gull
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Circular Staircase by Mary Roberts Rinehart: and steal."
"It is certainly a safer place than Sunnyside," I admitted. And
the thought of the carpet permitted him to smile. He stood
just inside the doorway, looking from the luxury of the house to
the beauty of the view.
"The rich ought to be good," he said wistfully. "They have so
much that is beautiful, and beauty is ennobling. And yet--while
I ought to say nothing but good of the dead--Mr. Armstrong saw
nothing of this fair prospect. To him these trees and lawns were
not the work of God. They were property, at so much an acre. He
loved money, Miss Innes. He offered up everything to his golden
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Underground City by Jules Verne: to complete his infernal orchestra."
We may well believe that these strange apparitions
frequently furnished a text for the evening stories.
Jack Ryan was ending the evening with one of these.
His auditors, transported into the phantom world, were worked
up into a state of mind which would believe anything.
All at once shouts were heard outside. Jack Ryan stopped short
in the middle of his story, and all rushed out of the barn.
The night was pitchy dark. Squalls of wind and rain swept along
the beach. Two or three fishermen, their backs against a rock,
the better to resist the wind, were shouting at the top
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