| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from A Book of Remarkable Criminals by H. B. Irving: Her religious sense, like the images in the hat of Louis XI., was
a source of comfort and consolation in the doing of evil, but
powerless to restrain her from the act itself, in the presence of
a will stronger than her own. At the time of his death Aubert
contemplated marriage, and had advertised for a wife. If Mme.
Fenayrou was aware of this, it may have served to stimulate her
resentment against her lover, but there seems little reason to
doubt that, left to herself, she would never have had the will or
the energy to give that resentment practical expression. It
required the dictation of the vindictive and malevolent Fenayrou
to crystallise her hatred of Aubert into a deliberate
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Westward Ho! by Charles Kingsley: and Amyas had been sleeping in their cribs in the next room.
But she had hardly gone upstairs, when a loud knock at the door was
followed by its opening hastily; and into the hall burst,
regardless of etiquette, the tall and stately figure of Sir Richard
Grenville.
Amyas dropped on his knees instinctively. The stern warrior was
quite unmanned; and as he bent over his godson, a tear dropped from
that iron cheek, upon the iron cheek of Amyas Leigh.
"My lad! my glorious lad! and where have you been? Get up, and
tell me all. The sailors told me a little, but I must hear every
word. I knew you would do something grand. I told your mother you
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Garden Party by Katherine Mansfield: And there I'd sit all day, quiet as quiet--the customers never knew. Only
now and again I'd take my peep from under the table-cloth.
...But one day I managed to get a pair of scissors and--would you believe
it, madam? I cut off all my hair; snipped it off all in bits, like the
little monkey I was. Grandfather was furious! He caught hold of the
tongs--I shall never forget it--grabbed me by the hand and shut my fingers
in them. "That'll teach you!" he said. It was a fearful burn. I've got
the mark of it to-day.
...Well, you see, madam, he'd taken such pride in my hair. He used to sit
me up on the counter, before the customers came, and do it something
beautiful--big, soft curls and waved over the top. I remember the
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