| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Frances Waldeaux by Rebecca Davis: I did wish you could have heard him. And the day before
I was at the House--in the ladies' gallery. I can't
imagine how he got admission for me. He IS so clever!"
"We are going down to Canterbury for a couple of days,"
said Clara. "We start at noon. Will you go with us?"
"No, I think not. George does not seem to care for
cathedrals. And he has plans for me, no doubt."
Miss Vance brushed the bonnet and carefully rolled up the
strings. "Are you satisfied? Is London the London you
have been thinking of these twenty years?" she asked.
"Oh, a thousand times more! And George has been with me
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Europeans by Henry James: different ways of being dreary," she said; "and sometimes I think
we make use of them all."
Felix stood up quickly, holding up his hand. "If you could only keep
that look on your face for half an hour--while I catch it!" he said.
"It is uncommonly handsome."
"To look handsome for half an hour--that is a great deal to ask
of me," she answered.
"It would be the portrait of a young woman who has taken some vow,
some pledge, that she repents of," said Felix, "and who is thinking
it over at leisure."
"I have taken no vow, no pledge," said Gertrude, very gravely;
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Dream Life and Real Life by Olive Schreiner: happy together today! He is loving her so!"
"Don't you want him to be happy?" The older woman looked down at her.
"Have you never loved him, at all?"
The younger woman's face was covered with her hands. "Oh, it's so
terrible, so dark! and I shall go on living year after year, always in this
awful pain! Oh, if I could only die!"
The older woman stood looking into the fire; then slowly and measuredly she
said, "There are times, in life, when everything seems dark, when the brain
reels, and we cannot see that there is anything but death. But, if we wait
long enough, after long, long years, calm comes. It may be we cannot say
it was well; but we are contented, we accept the past. The struggle is
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