| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Troll Garden and Selected Stories by Willa Cather: anxious. She seemed not convinced of the established order of
material things, seemed always trying to conceal her feeling that
walls might crumble, chasms open, or the fabric of her life fly
to the winds in irretrievable entanglement. At least this was
the impression Imogen got from that note in Flavia which was so
manifestly false.
Hamilton's keen, quick, satisfied glance at his wife had
recalled to Imogen all her inventory of speculations about them.
She looked at him with compassionate surprise. As a child she
had never permitted herself to believe that Hamilton cared at all
for the woman who had taken him away from her; and since she had
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Malbone: An Oldport Romance by Thomas Wentworth Higginson: those are the only things I know."
"If we both had French partners, dear," replied the elder
maiden, "they would soon find the difference in both respects.
My dancing came by nature, I believe, and I learned French as a
child, by talking with my old uncle, who was half a Parisian.
I believe I have a good accent, but I have so little practice
that I have no command of the language compared to yours. In a
week or two we can both try our skill, as there is to be a ball
for the officers of the French corvette yonder," and Hope
pointed to the heavy spars, the dark canvas, and the high
quarter-deck which made the "Jean Hoche" seem as if she had
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from St. Ives by Robert Louis Stevenson: strong a letter of recommendation. Here am I, a tough old
practitioner, mixing myself up with your very distressing business;
and here is this farmer's lad, who has the wit to take a bribe and
the loyalty to come and tell you of it - all, I take it, on the
strength of your appearance. I wish I could imagine how it would
impress a jury!' says he.
'And how it would affect the hangman, sir?' I asked
'ABSIT OMEN!' said Mr. Romaine devoutly.
We were just so far in our talk, when I heard a sound that brought
my heart into my mouth: the sound of some one slyly trying the
handle of the door. It had been preceded by no audible footstep.
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