| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Rewards and Fairies by Rudyard Kipling: often the case. Sir Arthur highly approved of the dinner, my dear:
the mackerel did come in time. We had all the Marklake silver out,
and he toasted my health, and he asked me where my little
bird's-nesting sister was. I know he did it to quiz me, so I looked
him straight in the face, my dear, and I said, "I always send her to
the nursery, Sir Arthur, when I receive guests at Marklake Hall."'
'Oh, how chee - clever of you. What did he say?' Una cried.
'He said, "Not much change there, Bucksteed. Ged, I deserved
it," and he toasted me again. They talked about the French and
what a shame it was that Sir Arthur only commanded a brigade at
Hastings, and he told Dad of a battle in India at a place called
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Mayor of Casterbridge by Thomas Hardy: ingenious furniture with which she had surrounded herself.
"Upon my life I didn't know such furniture as this could be
bought in Casterbridge," he said.
"Nor can it be " said she. "Nor will it till fifty years
more of civilization have passed over the town. It took a
waggon and four horses to get it here."
"H'm. It looks as if you were living on capital."
"O no, I am not."
"So much the better. But the fact is, your setting up like
this makes my beaming towards you rather awkward."
"Why?"
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Lucile by Owen Meredith: Pass'd the casement and enter'd the garden. Before
His shadow was fled the Duke stood at the door.
XVIII.
When left to his thoughts in the garden alone,
Alfred Vargrave stood, strange to himself. With dull tone
Of importance, through cities of rose and carnation,
Went the bee on his business from station to station.
The minute mirth of summer was shrill all around;
Its incessant small voices like stings seem'd to sound
On his sore angry sense. He stood grieving the hot
Solid sun with his shadow, nor stirr'd from the spot.
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