| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Essays of Travel by Robert Louis Stevenson: Devonian, for the lad worshipped and served him in love and wonder.
Busy as he was, he would find time to warn Alick of an approaching
officer, or even to tell him that the coast was clear, and he might
slip off and smoke a pipe in safety. 'Tom,' he once said to him, for
that was the name which Alick ordered him to use, 'if you don't like
going to the galley, I'll go for you. You ain't used to this kind of
thing, you ain't. But I'm a sailor; and I can understand the
feelings of any fellow, I can.' Again, he was hard up, and casting
about for some tobacco, for he was not so liberally used in this
respect as others perhaps less worthy, when Alick offered him the
half of one of his fifteen sticks. I think, for my part, he might
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Turn of the Screw by Henry James: of study or subject of conversation skirted forbidden ground.
Forbidden ground was the question of the return of the dead
in general and of whatever, in especial, might survive,
in memory, of the friends little children had lost.
There were days when I could have sworn that one of them had,
with a small invisible nudge, said to the other:
"She thinks she'll do it this time--but she WON'T!" To "do it"
would have been to indulge for instance--and for once in a way--
in some direct reference to the lady who had prepared them for
my discipline. They had a delightful endless appetite for passages
in my own history, to which I had again and again treated them;
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Maitre Cornelius by Honore de Balzac: Vallier saw them she turned hastily away. Those tears were suddenly
dried, however, when Georges beheld the red and white plumes of the
page who was devoted to his interests. The count took no notice of
this servitor, who advanced to his mistress on tiptoe. After the page
had said a few words in her ear, Marie returned to the window.
Escaping for a moment the perpetual watchfulness of her tyrant, she
cast one glance upon Georges that was brilliant with the fires of love
and hope, seeming to say:--
"I am watching over you."
Had she cried the words aloud, she could not have expressed their
meaning more plainly than in that glance, full of a thousand thoughts,
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