| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Garden Party by Katherine Mansfield: "That's the last, Mrs. Hammond," said the stewardess, rising and pulling
down her cuffs.
He was introduced again, and then Janey and the stewardess disappeared into
the passage. He heard whisperings. She was getting the tipping business
over, he supposed. He sat down on the striped sofa and took his hat off.
There were the rugs she had taken with her; they looked good as new. All
her luggage looked fresh, perfect. The labels were written in her
beautiful little clear hand--"Mrs. John Hammond."
"Mrs. John Hammond!" He gave a long sigh of content and leaned back,
crossing his arms. The strain was over. He felt he could have sat there
for ever sighing his relief--the relief at being rid of that horrible tug,
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Lesson of the Master by Henry James: protest I have cited this movement provoked a further priceless
word about their chance now to have a talk, their going into his
room, his having still everything to say. Paul Overt was all
delight at this kindness; nevertheless he mentioned in weak jocose
qualification the bare fact that he had promised to go to another
place which was at a considerable distance.
"Well then you'll break your promise, that's all. You quite awful
humbug!" St. George added in a tone that confirmed our young man's
ease.
"Certainly I'll break it - but it was a real promise."
"Do you mean to Miss Fancourt? You're following her?" his friend
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Flower Fables by Louisa May Alcott: and till the moon sank did the Fairies toil, to weave a wreath
of the fairest flowers. Tenderly they gathered them, with the
night-dew fresh upon their leaves, and as they wove chanted sweet
spells, and whispered fairy blessings on the bright messengers
whom they sent forth to die in a dreary land, that their gentle
kindred might bloom unharmed.
At length it was done; and the fair flowers lay glowing
in the soft starlight, while beside them stood the Fairies, singing
to the music of the wind-harps:--
"We are sending you, dear flowers,
Forth alone to die,
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