| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from My Antonia by Willa Cather: and a man's felt hat with a wide brim. I used to watch
her coming and going, and I could see that her steps were
getting heavier. One day in December, the snow began to fall.
Late in the afternoon I saw Antonia driving her cattle homeward
across the hill. The snow was flying round her and she bent
to face it, looking more lonesome-like to me than usual.
"Deary me," I says to myself, "the girl's stayed out too late.
It'll be dark before she gets them cattle put into the corral."
I seemed to sense she'd been feeling too miserable to get up
and drive them.
`That very night, it happened. She got her cattle home, turned them into
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Deserted Woman by Honore de Balzac: movements of her head, and the varying expression of her eyes grew
more gracious in memory, more fascinating as he thought of them. The
Vicomtesse's beauty shone out again for him in the darkness; his
reviving impressions called up yet others, and he was enthralled anew
by womanly charm and wit, which at first he had not perceived. He fell
to wandering musings, in which the most lucid thoughts grow refractory
and flatly contradict each other, and the soul passes through a brief
frenzy fit. Youth only can understand all that lies in the dithyrambic
outpourings of youth when, after a stormy siege, of the most frantic
folly and coolest common-sense, the heart finally yields to the
assault of the latest comer, be it hope, or despair, as some
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Anne of Green Gables by Lucy Maud Montgomery: have said it. Oh, Mrs. Lynde, please, please, forgive me.
If you refuse it will be a lifelong sorrow on a poor little
orphan girl would you, even if she had a dreadful temper?
Oh, I am sure you wouldn't. Please say you forgive me,
Mrs. Lynde."
Anne clasped her hands together, bowed her head, and
waited for the word of judgment.
There was no mistaking her sincerity--it breathed in
every tone of her voice. Both Marilla and Mrs. Lynde
recognized its unmistakable ring. But the former under-
stood in dismay that Anne was actually enjoying her valley
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