| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Rescue by Joseph Conrad: as though he had been betrayed by somebody, by some secret enemy.
He was ready to look round for that subtle traitor. A sort of
blankness fell on his mind and he suddenly thought: "Why! It's
myself."
Immediately afterward he had a clear, merciless recollection of
Hassim and Immada. He saw them far off beyond the forests. Oh,
yes, they existed--within his breast!
"That was a night!" he muttered, looking straight at Mrs.
Travers. He had been looking at her all the time. His glance had
held her under a spell, but for a whole interminable minute he
had not been aware of her at all. At the murmur of his words she
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Maitre Cornelius by Honore de Balzac: few tears escaped the eyes of the young man; but when Marie de Saint-
Vallier saw them she turned hastily away. Those tears were suddenly
dried, however, when Georges beheld the red and white plumes of the
page who was devoted to his interests. The count took no notice of
this servitor, who advanced to his mistress on tiptoe. After the page
had said a few words in her ear, Marie returned to the window.
Escaping for a moment the perpetual watchfulness of her tyrant, she
cast one glance upon Georges that was brilliant with the fires of love
and hope, seeming to say:--
"I am watching over you."
Had she cried the words aloud, she could not have expressed their
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Finished by H. Rider Haggard: sown."
She opened her eyes and looked at him, then answered quite
softly--
"I think your chain is broken, O Zikali, no more, my master. I
think that love has cut your chain in two and I fear you never
more. Keep the spirit you lent to me; it is yours, but the rest
of me is my own, and in the house of my heart another comes to
dwell."
Then once more she stretched out her arms towards Heda and
murmuring, "Sister, forget me not, Sister, who will await you for
a thousand years," she passed away.
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