| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Under the Red Robe by Stanley Weyman: not herself. Once or twice she spoke harshly to Louis; she fell
at other times into a brown study; and when she thought that I
was not watching her, her face wore a look of deep anxiety.
I wondered what all this meant; and I wondered more when, after
the meal, the two walked in the garden for an hour with Clon.
Mademoiselle came from this interview alone, and I was sure that
she had been weeping. Madame and the dark porter stayed outside
some time longer; then she, too, came in, and disappeared.
Clon did not return with her, and when I went into the garden
five minutes later, Louis also had vanished. Save for two women
who sat sewing at an upper window, the house seemed to be
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Reef by Edith Wharton: either restless or embarrassed; but her adaptability, her
appropriateness, would not have been nature but "tact." The
oddness of the situation would have made sleep impossible,
or, if weariness had overcome her for a moment, she would
have waked with a start, wondering where she was, and how
she had come there, and if her hair were tidy; and nothing
short of hairpins and a glass would have restored her self-
possession...
The reflection set him wondering whether the "sheltered"
girl's bringing-up might not unfit her for all subsequent
contact with life. How much nearer to it had Mrs. Leath
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Wyoming by William MacLeod Raine: she made answer softly, flashing him the proper look of inviting
disdain from under her silken lashes.
He leaned forward, elbow on the chair-arm and chin in hand.
"We'll agree about it one of these days."
"Think so?" she returned airily.
"I don't think. I know."
Just an eyebeat her gaze met his, with that hint of shy
questioning, of puzzled doubt that showed a growing interest. "I
wonder," she murmured, and recovered herself little laugh.
How she hated her task, and him! She was a singularly honest
woman, but she must play the siren; must allure this scoundrel to
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