| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Chita: A Memory of Last Island by Lafcadio Hearn: --they used to salute each other afterward when they met; and
Laroussel's smile was kindly. Why had he refrained from
returning it? Where was Laroussel now?
For the death of his generous father, who had sacrificed so much
to reform him; for the death, only a short while after, of his
all-forgiving mother, he had found one sweet woman to console him
with her tender words, her loving lips, her delicious caress.
She had given him Zouzoune, the darling link between their
lives,--Zouzoune, who waited each evening with black Eglantine at
the gate to watch for his coming, and to cry through all the
house like a bird, "Papa, lape vini!--papa Zulien ape vini!" ...
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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: with his disciple. "Too many things - ah too many things! But we
must make it up in the country in September. You won't forget
you've promised me that?"
"Why he's coming on the twenty-fifth - you'll see him then," said
the girl.
"On the twenty-fifth?" St. George asked vaguely.
"We dine with you; I hope you haven't forgotten. He's dining out
that day," she added gaily to Paul.
"Oh bless me, yes - that's charming! And you're coming? My wife
didn't tell me," St. George said to him. "Too many things - too
many things!" he repeated.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte: and, turning her face rather from me, she remarked that the night
was warm. Again she regarded me so icily, I felt at once that her
opinion of me--her feeling towards me--was unchanged and
unchangeable. I knew by her stony eye--opaque to tenderness,
indissoluble to tears--that she was resolved to consider me bad to
the last; because to believe me good would give her no generous
pleasure: only a sense of mortification.
I felt pain, and then I felt ire; and then I felt a determination to
subdue her--to be her mistress in spite both of her nature and her
will. My tears had risen, just as in childhood: I ordered them
back to their source. I brought a chair to the bed-head: I sat
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