| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Pool in the Desert by Sara Jeanette Duncan: own office. Again the hateful need to explain. Between subordinate
clerks and officials in Simla there is a greater gulf fixed than was
ever imagined in parable. Besides, Rosario had a plain strain of
what we call 'the country' in him, a plain strain, that is, of the
colour of the country. It was certainly the first time in my
official career that I had been mistaken for Rosario.
Armour turned round and saw me--that I was a stranger.
He got up at once. 'Oh,' he said, 'I thought it was Rosario.
'It isn't,' I replied, 'my name is Philips. May I ask whether you
were expecting Mr. Rosario? I can come again, you know.'
'Oh, it doesn't matter. Sit down. He may drop in or he may not--I
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Persuasion by Jane Austen: who could wonder?
These were some of the thoughts which occupied Anne, while her fingers
were mechanically at work, proceeding for half an hour together,
equally without error, and without consciousness. Once she felt
that he was looking at herself, observing her altered features,
perhaps, trying to trace in them the ruins of the face which had once
charmed him; and once she knew that he must have spoken of her;
she was hardly aware of it, till she heard the answer; but then she was
sure of his having asked his partner whether Miss Elliot never danced?
The answer was, "Oh, no; never; she has quite given up dancing.
She had rather play. She is never tired of playing." Once, too,
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Case of The Lamp That Went Out by Grace Isabel Colbron and Augusta Groner: getting tired of this. I've said everything I know anyhow."
"Perhaps not everything. Perhaps you will answer a few of my
questions when I tell you that I believe the story you told us
yesterday, and that I want to be your friend and help you."
Knoll's little eyes glanced up without embarrassment at the man
who spoke to him. They were sharp eyes and had a certain spark of
intelligence in them. Muller had noticed that yesterday, and he
saw it again now. But he saw also the gleam of distrust in these
eyes, a distrust which found expression in Knoll's next words.
"You think you can catch me with your good words, but you're makin'
a mistake. I've got nothin' new to say. And you needn't think
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