| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Garden Party by Katherine Mansfield: the plush couch, she slowly and carefully pulled off her elastic-sided
boots and stood them side by side.
By the time Fenella had taken off her coat and skirt and put on her flannel
dressing-gown grandma was quite ready.
"Must I take off my boots, grandma? They're lace."
Grandma gave them a moment's deep consideration. "You'd feel a great deal
more comfortable if you did, child," said she. She kissed Fenella. "Don't
forget to say your prayers. Our dear Lord is with us when we are at sea
even more than when we are on dry land. And because I am an experienced
traveller," said grandma briskly, "I shall take the upper berth."
"But, grandma, however will you get up there?"
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Scaramouche by Rafael Sabatini: Mme. de Plougastel could not be other than fraught with danger, and
that danger would be shared by any guest of birth at her hotel.
M. de Kercadiou's affection for both those women quickened the fears
aroused in him by Rougane's warning. Hence that hastily dispatched
note, desiring his niece and imploring his friend to come at once
to Meudon.
The friendly mayor carried his complaisance a step farther, and
dispatched the letter to Paris by the hands of his own son, an
intelligent lad of nineteen. It was late in the afternoon of that
perfect August day when young Rougane presented himself at the
Hotel Plougastel.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Pupil by Henry James: rambles. They learned to know their Paris, which was useful, for
they came back another year for a longer stay, the general
character of which in Pemberton's memory to-day mixes pitiably and
confusedly with that of the first. He sees Morgan's shabby
knickerbockers - the everlasting pair that didn't match his blouse
and that as he grew longer could only grow faded. He remembers the
particular holes in his three or four pair of coloured stockings.
Morgan was dear to his mother, but he never was better dressed than
was absolutely necessary - partly, no doubt, by his own fault, for
he was as indifferent to his appearance as a German philosopher.
"My dear fellow, you ARE coming to pieces," Pemberton would say to
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