|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Northanger Abbey by Jane Austen:
you were so kind as to look back on purpose."
"But indeed I did not wish you a pleasant walk;
I never thought of such a thing; but I begged Mr. Thorpe
so earnestly to stop; I called out to him as soon as ever I
saw you; now, Mrs. Allen, did not-- Oh! You were not there;
but indeed I did; and, if Mr. Thorpe would only have stopped,
I would have jumped out and run after you."
Is there a Henry in the world who could be insensible
to such a declaration? Henry Tilney at least was not.
With a yet sweeter smile, he said everything that need
be said of his sister's concern, regret, and dependence
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from My Aunt Margaret's Mirror by Walter Scott:
the door was closed, no communication with the external light or
air. The door of an inner apartment, partly open, was at the
farther side of the vestibule.
"We must not hesitate now, Jemima," said Lady Bothwell, and
walked forwards into the inner room, where, surrounded by books,
maps, philosophical utensils, and other implements of peculiar
shape and appearance, they found the man of art.
There was nothing very peculiar in the Italian's appearance. He
had the dark complexion and marked features of his country,
seemed about fifty years old, and was handsomely but plainly
dressed in a full suit of black clothes, which was then the
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Tattine by Ruth Ogden [Mrs. Charles W. Ide]:
geese, for there's not the loike of my geese at any of the big gentlemin's
farms within tin miles of us."
And so, nothing loth, the little party filed out of the house, and after all
hands had assisted in unharnessing Barney and tying him into his stall, with a
manger-full of sweet, crisp hay for his dinner, they followed Mrs. Kirk's lead
to the little pond at the foot of the apple-orchard. And then what did they
see! but a truly beautiful great flock of white geese. Some were sailing
gracefully around the pond, some were pluming their snowy breasts on the shore
beside it, and three, the finest of them all, and each with a bow of ribbon
tied round its long neck, were confined within a little picket-fence apart
from the others.