| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from In a German Pension by Katherine Mansfield: called for a glass of port wine. Sabina rose slowly. The long day and the
hot room made her feel a little languid, but as she poured out the wine she
felt the Young Man's eyes fixed on her, looked down at him and dimpled.
"It's cold out," she said, corking the bottle.
The Young Man ran his hands through his snow-powdered hair and laughed.
"I wouldn't call it exactly tropical," he said, "But you're very snug in
here--look as though you've been asleep."
Very languid felt Sabina in the hot room, and the Young Man's voice was
strong and deep. She thought she had never seen anybody who looked so
strong--as though he could take up the table in one hand--and his restless
gaze wandering over her face and figure gave her a curious thrill deep in
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Kenilworth by Walter Scott: And he hath raddled him, Robin Hood,
Till he neither could see nor stand.'"
"Hang him, foul scroyle, let him pass," said the mercer; "if he
be such a one, there were small worship to be won upon him.--And
now tell me, Mike--my honest Mike, how wears the Hollands you won
of me?"
"Why, well, as you may see, Master Goldthred," answered Mike; "I
will bestow a pot on thee for the handsel.--Fill the flagon,
Master Tapster."
"Thou wilt win no more Hollands, think, on such wager, friend
Mike," said the mercer; "for the sulky swain, Tony Foster, rails
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Prince Otto by Robert Louis Stevenson: flashed it like a weapon full on the beholder; now merely a tall
figure and a sallow handsome face, with the evidences of a reckless
temper; anon opening like a flower to life and colour, mirth and
tenderness:- Madame von Rosen had always a dagger in reserve for the
despatch of ill-assured admirers. She met Otto with the dart of
tender gaiety.
'You have come to me at last, Prince Cruel,' she said. 'Butterfly!
Well, and am I not to kiss your hand?' she added.
'Madam, it is I who must kiss yours.' And Otto bowed and kissed it.
'You deny me every indulgence,' she said, smiling.
'And now what news in Court?' inquired the Prince. 'I come to you
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