| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Rezanov by Gertrude Atherton: coquetry and abet me whenever there is a chance
of a word alone."
She nodded, but she noted with a sigh that he
said no more of sudden flight. She would never
have consented to jeopardize the least of his inter-
ests, but she fain would have been besought.
The experience she had had of the vehemence
and fire in Rezanov made her long for his complete
subjugation and the happiness it must bring to her-
self. But as he smiled tenderly above her she saw
that his practical brain had silenced the irresponsible
Rezanov |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Life in the Iron-Mills by Rebecca Davis: A vexed frown crossed her face. The girl saw it, and added
quickly,--
"I have not seen Hugh the day, Deb. The old man says his watch
lasts till the mornin'."
The woman sprang up, and hastily began to arrange some bread and
flitch in a tin pail, and to pour her own measure of ale into a
bottle. Tying on her bonnet, she blew out the candle.
"Lay ye down, Janey dear," she said, gently, covering her with
the old rags. "Hur can eat the potatoes, if hur's hungry.
"Where are ye goin', Deb? The rain's sharp."
"To the mill, with Hugh's supper."
Life in the Iron-Mills |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Europeans by Henry James: lowered her voice. "It seems as if she were restless."
Mr. Brand smiled down on the young lady from his great height.
"I shall be very glad to talk to her. For that I should be willing
to absent myself from almost any occasion of worship, however attractive."
"Well, I suppose you know," said Charlotte, softly, as if
positive acceptance of this proposition might be dangerous.
"But I am afraid I shall be late."
"I hope you will have a pleasant sermon," said the young man.
"Oh, Mr. Gilman is always pleasant," Charlotte answered.
And she went on her way.
Mr. Brand went into the garden, where Gertrude, hearing the gate close
|
