| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from A Legend of Montrose by Walter Scott: this be the case, I shall wish for a short turn of the rope, a
soldier's prayer, and a leap from a ladder. But what sort of
provant have you got here--what food, I mean, brother in
affliction?"
"Bread and water once a day," replied the voice.
"Prithee, friend, let me taste your loaf," said Dalgetty; "I hope
we shall play good comrades while we dwell together in this
abominable pit."
"The loaf and jar of water," answered the other prisoner, "stand
in the corner, two steps to your right hand. Take them, and
welcome. With earthly food I have wellnigh done."
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Bunner Sisters by Edith Wharton: rooshings."
Ann Eliza made no answer. She had grown very pale, and her
eyes lingered searchingly on Evelina as the younger sister re-
entered the room. Evelina's cheeks were pink, and her blue eyes
glittered; but it seemed to Ann Eliza that the coquettish tilt of
her head regrettably emphasized the weakness of her receding chin.
It was the first time that Ann Eliza had ever seen a flaw in her
sister's beauty, and her involuntary criticism startled her like a
secret disloyalty.
That night, after the light had been put out, the elder sister
knelt longer than usual at her prayers. In the silence of the
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Lady Chatterley's Lover by D. H. Lawrence: only appearance. It is really only the mechanism of the re-assumed
habit. Slowly, slowly the wound to the soul begins to make itself felt,
like a bruise, which Only slowly deepens its terrible ache, till it
fills all the psyche. And when we think we have recovered and
forgotten, it is then that the terrible after-effects have to be
encountered at their worst.
So it was with Clifford. Once he was 'well', once he was back at
Wragby, and writing his stories, and feeling sure of life, in spite of
all, he seemed to forget, and to have recovered all his equanimity. But
now, as the years went by, slowly, slowly, Connie felt the bruise of
fear and horror coming up, and spreading in him. For a time it had been
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