| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Commission in Lunacy by Honore de Balzac: threatened. My son and I, we had rather give you back everything than
cause you the smallest trouble. My word, they must be as stupid as
pans without handles to call you a lunatic----"
"A lunatic! My father?" exclaimed the boys, clinging to the Marquis.
"What is this?"
"Silence, madame," said Popinot.
"Children, leave us," said the Marquis.
The two boys went into the garden without a word, but very much
alarmed.
"Madame," said the judge, "the moneys paid to you by Monsieur le
Marquis were legally due, though given to you in virtue of a very far-
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Garden Party by Katherine Mansfield: that it's all my fault?"
"It's not your fault. Don't think that. It's just fate." Reggie took her
hand off his sleeve and kissed it. "Don't pity me, dear little Anne," he
said gently. And this time he nearly ran, under the pink arches, along the
garden path.
"Roo-coo-coo-coo! Roo-coo-coo-coo!" sounded from the veranda. "Reggie,
Reggie," from the garden.
He stopped, he turned. But when she saw his timid, puzzled look, she gave
a little laugh.
"Come back, Mr. Dove," said Anne. And Reginald came slowly across the
lawn.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Prince Otto by Robert Louis Stevenson: fanned herself.
'I will no longer permit you to forget yourself,' cried Seraphina.
'I think you are mad.'
'Not mad,' returned von Rosen. 'Sane enough to know you dare not
break with me to-night, and to profit by the knowledge. I left my
poor, pretty Prince Charming crying his eyes out for a wooden doll.
My heart is soft; I love my pretty Prince; you will never understand
it, but I long to give my Prince his doll, dry his poor eyes, and
send him off happy. O, you immature fool!' the Countess cried,
rising to her feet, and pointing at the Princess the closed fan that
now began to tremble in her hand. 'O wooden doll!' she cried, 'have
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