| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Jude the Obscure by Thomas Hardy: hard by. Phillotson crossed the green with her, bidding her good-night at
Mrs. Edlin's door.
The old woman accompanied Sue to her temporary quarters,
and helped her to unpack. Among other things she laid out
a night-gown tastefully embroidered.
"Oh--I didn't know THAT was put in!" said Sue quickly.
"I didn't mean it to be. Here is a different one."
She handed a new and absolutely plain garment, of coarse and
unbleached calico.
"But this is the prettiest," said Mrs. Edlin. "That one is no better
than very sackcloth o' Scripture!"
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Lesson of the Master by Henry James: them well - she knew them even better than her visitor, who was
struck with her critical intelligence and with something large and
bold in the movement in her mind. She said things that startled
him and that evidently had come to her directly; they weren't
picked-up phrases - she placed them too well. St. George had been
right about her being first-rate, about her not being afraid to
gush, not remembering that she must be proud. Suddenly something
came back to her, and she said: "I recollect that he did speak of
Mrs. St. George to me once. He said, apropos of something or
other, that she didn't care for perfection."
"That's a great crime in an artist's wife," Paul returned.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Twilight Land by Howard Pyle: began to wail and cry until it was enough to wring one's heart to
hear. Then, in the midst of all the wailing and crying, a door
was flung open, and in came six tall and terrible black men,
dressed all in black from top to toe, carrying each a flaming
torch; and by the light of the torches King Selim saw that all--the princes, the noblemen, the
dancing-girls--all lay on their
faces on the floor.
The six men took King Selim--who shuddered and shook with fear--by the arms, and marched him through
dark, gloomy entries and
passage-ways, until they came at last to the very heart of the
palace.
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