| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Hated Son by Honore de Balzac: Happiness glowed upon her face as she obeyed the needs of the little
being. As Etienne had come into the world prematurely, no clothes were
ready for him, and those that were needed she made herself,--with what
perfection, you know, ye mothers, who have worked in silence for a
treasured child. The days had never hours long enough for these
manifold occupations and the minute precautions of the nursing mother;
those days fled by, laden with her secret content.
The counsel of the bonesetter still continued in the countess's mind.
She feared for her child, and would gladly not have slept in order to
be sure that no one approached him during her sleep; and she kept his
cradle beside her bed. In the absence of the count she ventured to
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Figure in the Carpet by Henry James: patience; I want to see, as it breaks on you, the face you'll
make!" "Tellement envie de voir ta tete!" - that was what I had to
sit down with. I can certainly not be said to have sat down, for I
seem to remember myself at this time as rattling constantly between
the little house in Chelsea and my own. Our impatience,
Gwendolen's and mine, was equal, but I kept hoping her light would
be greater. We all spent during this episode, for people of our
means, a great deal of money in telegrams and cabs, and I counted
on the receipt of news from Rapallo immediately after the junction
of the discoverer with the discovered. The interval seemed an age,
but late one day I heard a hansom precipitated to my door with the
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Wrecker by Stevenson & Osbourne: kind of shipowning,' says you. If you please, let us only do the
fairest kind of business."
The shot told; the Irrepressible was silenced; and I profited by
the chance to pour in a broadside of another sort. He was all
sunk in money-getting, I pointed out; he never dreamed of
anything but dollars. Where were all his generous, progressive
sentiments? Where was his culture? I asked. And where was
the American Type?
"It's true, Loudon," he cried, striding up and down the room,
and wildly scouring at his hair. "You're perfectly right. I'm
becoming materialised. O, what a thing to have to say, what a
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