| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Goodness of St. Rocque and Other Stories by Alice Dunbar: Suddenly she stumbled against a stone, the torch dropped and
spluttered at her feet. With a little helpless cry she looked at
the stretch of unfamiliar beach and water to find herself all
alone.
"Pardon me, mademoiselle," said a voice at her elbow; "you are in
distress?"
It was her fisherman, and with a scarce conscious sigh of relief,
Annette put her hand into the outstretched one at her side.
"I was looking for soft shells," she explained, "and lost the
crowd, and now my torch is out."
"Where is the crowd?" There was some amusement in the tone, and
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Records of a Family of Engineers by Robert Louis Stevenson: [Wednesday, 23rd Sept.]
In going out of the eastern harbour, the boat which the
writer steered shipped a sea, that filled her about one-third
with water. She had also been hid for a short time, by the
waves breaking upon the rock, from the sight of the crew of
the preceding boat, who were much alarmed for our safety,
imagining for a time that she had gone down.
The SMEATON returned from Arbroath this afternoon, but
there was so much sea that she could not be made fast to her
moorings, and the vessel was obliged to return to Arbroath
without being able either to deliver the provisions or take
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Northanger Abbey by Jane Austen: hope of her having been undisturbed by the tempest,
with an arch reference to the character of the building
they inhabited, was rather distressing. For the world
would she not have her weakness suspected, and yet,
unequal to an absolute falsehood, was constrained to
acknowledge that the wind had kept her awake a little.
"But we have a charming morning after it," she added,
desiring to get rid of the subject; "and storms
and sleeplessness are nothing when they are over.
What beautiful hyacinths! I have just learnt to love
a hyacinth."
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