| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Early Short Fiction of Edith Wharton by Edith Wharton: thick ears.
It was long since Julia had seen him, and she was startled at the
change in his appearance. He had thickened, coarsened, settled
down into the enclosing flesh. But she noted this insensibly:
her one conscious thought was that, now she was face to face with
him, she must not let him escape till he had heard her. Every
pulse in her body throbbed with the urgency of her message.
She went up to him as he drew back. "I must speak to you," she
said.
Arment hesitated, red and stammering. Julia glanced at the
footman, and her look acted as a warning. The instinctive
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from In a German Pension by Katherine Mansfield: their forks upon black bread and started again.
"How long are you remaining here?" asked the Herr Rat.
"I do not know exactly. I must be back in London in September."
"Of course you will visit Munchen?"
"I am afraid I shall not have time. You see, it is important not to break
into my 'cure.'"
"But you MUST go to Munchen. You have not seen Germany if you have not
been to Munchen. All the Exhibitions, all the Art and Soul life of Germany
are in Munchen. There is the Wagner Festival in August, and Mozart and a
Japanese collection of pictures--and there is the beer! You do not know
what good beer is until you have been to Munchen. Why, I see fine ladies
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Man in Lower Ten by Mary Roberts Rinehart: unhappy as I deserve to be," she said. And when I protested and
took a step toward her she retreated, with her hands out before her.
"Why don't you ask me all the questions you are thinking?" she
demanded, with a catch in her voice. "Oh, I know them. Or are you
afraid to ask?"
I looked at her, at the lines around her eyes, at the drawn look
about her mouth. Then I held out my hand. "Afraid!" I said, as
she gave me hers. "There is nothing in God's green earth I am
afraid of, save of trouble for you. To ask questions would be to
imply a lack of faith. I ask you nothing. Some day, perhaps, you
will come to me yourself and let me help you."
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