| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Ten Years Later by Alexandre Dumas: father, served obstinately and passively the fortunes of
Louis XIV., in spite of the tergiversations which were
endemic, and, it might be said, inevitable, at that period.
M. de Conde, on being restored to favor, had at once availed
himself of all the privileges of the amnesty to ask for many
things back again which had been granted him before, and
among others, Raoul. M. de la Fere, with his invariable good
sense, had immediately sent him again to the prince.
A year, then, had passed away since the separation of the
father and son; a few letters had softened, but not removed,
the pains of absence. We have seen that Raoul had left at
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Fables by Robert Louis Stevenson: like a rag, and pale like a dead leaf before my eyes?"
"Because the morrow has come that I have thought upon, and the hour
of my power," said the crone; and she fell on the beach, and, lo!
she was but stalks of the sea tangle, and dust of the sea sand, and
the sand lice hopped upon the place of her.
"This is the strangest thing that befell between two seas," said
the King's daughter of Duntrine.
But the nurse broke out and moaned like an autumn gale. "I am
weary of the wind," quoth she; and she bewailed her day.
The King's daughter was aware of a man upon the beach; he went
hooded so that none might perceive his face, and a pipe was
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Rewards and Fairies by Rudyard Kipling: herself as she spoke, in the first strip of early afternoon shade.
'O' course not. You come to talk with me same as your father
used. He didn't need no dog to guide him to Norton Pit.'
'Well, he belonged here,' said Dan, and laid himself down at
length on the turf.
'He did. And what beats me is why he went off to live among
them messy trees in the Weald, when he might ha' stayed here and
looked all about him. There's no profit to trees. They draw the
lightning, and sheep shelter under 'em, and so, like as not, you'll
lose a half-score ewes struck dead in one storm. Tck! Your father
knew that.'
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