| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Lady Baltimore by Owen Wister: to say until we had reached my front door, when he asked, "Will the day
after to-morrow suit you for Udolpho?"
"Whenever you say," I told him.
"Weather permitting, of course. But I hope that it will; for after that I
suppose my time will not be quite so free."
After we had parted it struck me that this was the first reference to his
approaching marriage that John had ever made in my hearing since that day
long ago (it seemed long ago, at least) when he had come to the Exchange
to order the wedding-cake, and Eliza La Heu had fallen in love with him
at sight. That, in my opinion, looking back now with eyes at any rate
partially opened, was what Eliza had done. Had John returned the
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Tapestried Chamber by Walter Scott: delighted with my covering from the elements, that I made a vain
attempt to have it rolled on to my next quarters; but my
commander for the time would give way to no such luxurious
provision, and I took farewell of my beloved cask with tears in
my eyes."
"Well, then, since you do not fear your quarters," said Lord
Woodville, "you will stay with me a week at least. Of guns,
dogs, fishing-rods, flies, and means of sport by sea and land, we
have enough and to spare--you cannot pitch on an amusement but we
will find the means of pursuing it. But if you prefer the gun
and pointers, I will go with you myself, and see whether you have
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Garden Party by Katherine Mansfield: He is here "for one day," from the London, Paris and Brussels Exhibition,
to tell your fortune from your face. And he stands, smiling encouragement,
like a clumsy dentist. When the big men, romping and swearing a moment
before, hand across their sixpence, and stand before him, they are suddenly
serious, dumb, timid, almost blushing as the Professor's quick hand notches
the printed card. They are like little children caught playing in a
forbidden garden by the owner, stepping from behind a tree.
The top of the hill is reached. How hot it is! How fine it is! The
public-house is open, and the crowd presses in. The mother sits on the
pavement edge with her baby, and the father brings her out a glass of dark,
brownish stuff, and then savagely elbows his way in again. A reek of beer
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