| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Confidence by Henry James: "I certainly have been looking for you," he said. "I was greatly
disappointed when I found you had taken flight from Blanquais."
"Taken flight?" She repeated his words as she had repeated
her mother's. "That is also a strange way of speaking!"
"I don't care what I say," said Bernard, "so long as I make
you understand that I have wanted very much to see you again,
and that I have wondered every day whether I might venture--"
"I don't know why you should n't venture!" she interrupted,
giving her little laugh again. "We are not so terrible,
are we, mamma?--that is, when once you have climbed our five
flights of stairs."
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Glasses by Henry James: rather proud of the comparison. The beads are all there, as I
said--they slip along the string in their small smooth roundness.
Geoffrey Dawling accepted as a gentleman the event his evening
paper had proclaimed; in view of which I snatched a moment to nudge
him a hint that he might offer Mrs. Meldrum his hand. He returned
me a heavy head-shake, and I judged that marriage would henceforth
strike him very much as the traffic of the street may strike some
poor incurable at the window of an hospital. Circumstances arising
at this time led to my making an absence from England, and
circumstances already existing offered him a firm basis for similar
action. He had after all the usual resource of a Briton--he could
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes by Arthur Conan Doyle: and spent the time in begging in the City under my disguise. In
ten days I had the money and had paid the debt.
"Well, you can imagine how hard it was to settle down to arduous
work at 2 pounds a week when I knew that I could earn as much in
a day by smearing my face with a little paint, laying my cap on
the ground, and sitting still. It was a long fight between my
pride and the money, but the dollars won at last, and I threw up
reporting and sat day after day in the corner which I had first
chosen, inspiring pity by my ghastly face and filling my pockets
with coppers. Only one man knew my secret. He was the keeper of a
low den in which I used to lodge in Swandam Lane, where I could
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