| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Pool in the Desert by Sara Jeanette Duncan: the veranda; but she would come, of course she would come. She
would require the satisfaction of the verbal assurance; she would
hope to extract more details; she would want the objectionable
gratification of talking if over.
In spite of any assurance, she would believe that Madeline had not
told her before in order to make her miserable a little longer than
she need be; but, after all, her impression about that did not
particularly matter. It couldn't possibly be a pleasant interview,
yet Madeline found herself impatient for it.
'Surnoo,' she said of her messenger, 'must be idling on his way back
in the bazaar. I must try to remember to fine him two pice. Surnoo
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Outlaw of Torn by Edgar Rice Burroughs: "Richard, my son!" exclaimed Eleanor, coming to him
and taking his face in her hands and kissing him.
"Madame!" exclaimed the surprised man. "Be all the
world gone crazy?"
And then she told him the strange story of the little
lost prince of England.
When she had finished, he knelt at her feet, taking
her hand in his and raising it to his lips.
"I did not know, Madame," he said, "or never would
my sword have been bared in other service than thine.
If thou canst forgive me, Madame, never can I forgive
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Cousin Betty by Honore de Balzac: Baroness. He at once struck at attitude.
After dropping on to a sofa, which had been a very handsome one in the
year 1809, the Baroness, pointing to an armchair with the arms ending
in bronze sphinxes' heads, while the paint was peeling from the wood,
which showed through in many places, signed to Crevel to be seated.
"All the precautions you are taking, madame, would seem full of
promise to a----"
"To a lover," said she, interrupting him.
"The word is too feeble," said he, placing his right hand on his
heart, and rolling his eyes in a way which almost always makes a woman
laugh when she, in cold blood, sees such a look. "A lover! A lover?
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