| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Early Short Fiction of Edith Wharton by Edith Wharton: they had often called England so little--"such a confoundedly
hard place to get lost in."
A CONFOUNDEDLY HARD PLACE TO GET LOST IN! That had been her
husband's phrase. And now, with the whole machinery of official
investigation sweeping its flash-lights from shore to shore, and
across the dividing straits; now, with Boyne's name blazing from
the walls of every town and village, his portrait (how that wrung
her!) hawked up and down the country like the image of a hunted
criminal; now the little compact, populous island, so policed,
surveyed, and administered, revealed itself as a Sphinx-like
guardian of abysmal mysteries, staring back into his wife's
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Maria, or the Wrongs of Woman by Mary Wollstonecraft: in deliberating, after I ceased to doubt, how I ought to have
acted--I might now be useful and happy.--For my sake, warned by my
example, always appear what you are, and you will not pass through
existence without enjoying its genuine blessings, love and respect.
"Born in one of the most romantic parts of England, an
enthusiastic fondness for the varying charms of nature is the first
sentiment I recollect; or rather it was the first consciousness of
pleasure that employed and formed my imagination.
"My father had been a captain of a man of war; but, disgusted
with the service, on account of the preferment of men whose chief
merit was their family connections or borough interest, he retired
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Early Short Fiction of Edith Wharton by Edith Wharton: stammered out piteously as he ended.
Denver meditated. "No, I won't say that. I've seen too many
queer things. There's always a reason for wanting to get out of
life--the wonder is that we find so many for staying in!"
Granice's heart grew light. "Then you DO believe me?" he
faltered.
"Believe that you're sick of the job? Yes. And that you haven't
the nerve to pull the trigger? Oh, yes--that's easy enough, too.
But all that doesn't make you a murderer--though I don't say it
proves you could never have been one."
"I HAVE been one, Denver--I swear to you."
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