| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from An International Episode by Henry James: "He says you were so kind to him in America," said the duchess.
"We are very glad," Mrs. Westgate replied, "to have been able to make
him a little more--a little less--a little more comfortable."
"I think he stayed at your house," remarked the Duchess of Bayswater,
looking at Bessie Alden.
"A very short time," said Mrs. Westgate.
"Oh!" said the duchess; and she continued to look at Bessie,
who was engaged in conversation with her daughter.
"Do you like London?" Lady Pimlico had asked of Bessie,
after looking at her a good deal--at her face and her hands,
her dress and her hair.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Marvelous Land of Oz by L. Frank Baum: had cut four great, spreading leaves from a huge palm-tree that was the
pride of all the inhabitants of the Emerald City.
"My dear Nick!" exclaimed the Scarecrow, seeing what his friend had done;
"you have been guilty of the greatest crime any person can commit in the
Emerald City. If I remember rightly, the
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penalty for chopping leaves from the royal palm-tree is to be killed seven
times and afterward imprisoned for life."
"It cannot be helped now" answered the Tin Woodman, throwing down the big
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Merry Men by Robert Louis Stevenson: on the beating of her heart. 'There,' she cried, 'you feel the
very footfall of my life. It only moves for you; it is yours. But
is it even mine? It is mine indeed to offer you, as I might take
the coin from my neck, as I might break a live branch from a tree,
and give it you. And yet not mine! I dwell, or I think I dwell
(if I exist at all), somewhere apart, an impotent prisoner, and
carried about and deafened by a mob that I disown. This capsule,
such as throbs against the sides of animals, knows you at a touch
for its master; ay, it loves you! But my soul, does my soul? I
think not; I know not, fearing to ask. Yet when you spoke to me
your words were of the soul; it is of the soul that you ask - it is
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