| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Life of the Spider by J. Henri Fabre: her well? Insert a thin straw into the burrow and move it about.
Uneasy as to what is happening above, the recluse hastens to climb
up and stops, in a threatening attitude, at some distance from the
orifice. You see her eight eyes gleaming like diamonds in the
dark; you see her powerful poison-fangs yawning, ready to bite. He
who is not accustomed to the sight of this horror, rising from
under the ground, cannot suppress a shiver. B-r-r-r-r! Let us
leave the beast alone.
Chance, a poor stand-by, sometimes contrives very well. At the
beginning of the month of August, the children call me to the far
side of the enclosure, rejoicing in a find which they have made
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Commission in Lunacy by Honore de Balzac: elegant nothings that a woman of fashion collects about her. He was
roused from his homely meditations by Madame d'Espard, who addressed
him in a piping tone:
"Monsieur, I owe you a million thanks----"
"A million thanks," thought he to himself, "that is too many; it does
not mean one."
"For the trouble you condescend----"
"Condescend!" thought he; "she is laughing at me."
"To take in coming to see an unhappy client, who is too ill to go
out----"
Here the lawyer cut the Marquise short by giving her an inquisitorial
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Margret Howth: A Story of To-day by Rebecca Harding Davis: her dead face. Is your loss like hers?" he said lower, looking
into the dull pain in her eyes. Selfish pain he called it.
"Let me go," she said. "I am tired."
He took her out into the cool, open road, leading her tenderly
enough,--for the girl suffered, he saw.
"What will you do?" he asked her then. "It is not too
late,--will you help me save these people?"
She wrung her hands helplessly.
"What do you want with me?" she cried. "I have enough to bear."
The burly black figure before her seemed to tower and strengthen;
the man's face in the wall light showed a terrible life-purpose
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