| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Life of the Spider by J. Henri Fabre: ones run away and scatter with an agility that is singular at this
cold and torpid season.
To sum up, when working in the natural state, the Labyrinth Spider
builds around the eggs, between two sheets of satin, a wall
composed of a great deal of sand and a little silk. To stop the
Ichneumon's probe and the teeth of the other ravagers, the best
thing that occurred to her was this hoarding which combines the
hardness of flint with the softness of muslin.
This means of defence seems to be pretty frequent among Spiders.
Our own big House Spider, Tegenaria domestica, encloses her eggs in
a globule strengthened with a rind of silk and of crumbly wreckage
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from A Second Home by Honore de Balzac: this cunning glance, said with assumed regret, "I must be going. I
have a serious case to be finished, and I am expected at home. Duty
before all things--don't you think so, my darling?"
Caroline looked him in the face with an expression at once sad and
sweet, with the resignation which does not, however, disguise the
pangs of a sacrifice.
"Good-bye, then," said she. "Go, for if you stay an hour longer I
cannot so lightly bear to set you free."
"My dearest," said he with a smile, "I have three days' holiday, and
am supposed to be twenty leagues away from Paris."
A few days after this anniversary of the 6th of May, Mademoiselle de
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Country of the Pointed Firs by Sarah Orne Jewett: VI
The Waiting Place
"HOW DID YOU manage with the rest of that rough voyage on the
Minerva?" I asked.
"I shall be glad to explain to you," said Captain Littlepage,
forgetting his grievances for the moment. "If I had a map at hand
I could explain better. We were driven to and fro 'way up toward
what we used to call Parry's Discoveries, and lost our bearings.
It was thick and foggy, and at last I lost my ship; she drove on a
rock, and we managed to get ashore on what I took to be a barren
island, the few of us that were left alive. When she first struck,
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