| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Coxon Fund by Henry James: "But you know he knows him and wonders what some of us see in him."
"We haven't happened to talk of him," the girl said.
"Get him to take you some day out to see the Mulvilles."
"I thought Mr. Saltram had thrown the Mulvilles over."
"Utterly. But that won't prevent his being planted there again, to
bloom like a rose, within a month or two."
Miss Anvoy thought a moment. Then, "I should like to see them,"
she said with her fostering smile.
"They're tremendously worth it. You mustn't miss them."
"I'll make George take me," she went on as Mrs. Saltram came up to
interrupt us. She sniffed at this unfortunate as kindly as she had
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The American by Henry James: man of business to marry a French countess?"
"For the countess, possibly; but not for the man of business, if you mean me!
But my countess shall not be disappointed; I answer for her happiness!"
And as if he felt the impulse to celebrate his happy certitude by a bonfire,
he got up to throw a couple of logs upon the already blazing hearth.
Valentin watched for a few moments the quickened flame, and then,
with his head leaning on his hand, gave a melancholy sigh.
"Got a headache?" Newman asked.
"Je suis triste," said Valentin, with Gallic simplicity.
"You are sad, eh? It is about the lady you said the other night
that you adored and that you couldn't marry?"
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Alexander's Bridge by Willa Cather: All his companions in the day-coach were
either dozing or sleeping heavily,
and the murky lamps were turned low.
How came he here among all these dirty people?
Why was he going to London? What did it
mean--what was the answer? How could this
happen to a man who had lived through that
magical spring and summer, and who had felt
that the stars themselves were but flaming
particles in the far-away infinitudes of his love?
What had he done to lose it? How could
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