| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Red Seal by Natalie Sumner Lincoln: to the police court on Tuesday morning?"
"Why, me and Mr. Sylvester have our little differences like other
married couples," she explained. "And sometimes we ask the Court
to settle them." She caught Kent's look of impatience and hurried
her speech. "The burglar case came on just after ours was remanded,
and seeing the McIntyre twins, whom I've often read about, I just
thought I'd stay. Let me have that paper a minute."
"Certainly," Kent gave her the newspaper and she ran her finger down
the columns devoted to the Turnbull case with a slowness that set his
already excited nerves on edge.
"Here's what I'm looking for," she exclaimed triumphantly, a minute
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Danny's Own Story by Don Marquis: his way up out of it, somehow--his forehead was
sweaty, and they was one intoxicated lock of hair
sticking to it; but that was the only un-sober-
looking thing about him. I guess his legs would
of been unsteady if he had of tried to walk, but his
intellects was uncomfortable and sober.
He is still keeping up that same old argument
with himself, or with the picture.
"It isn't any use," I hearn him say, looking at
the picture.
Then he listened like he hearn it answering him.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Paz by Honore de Balzac: lowered in her opinion, and she will always be suspicious in future."
"Ha! this, too!" exclaimed Thaddeus, with a sigh.
"Now, Thaddeus, if you will do me this service we shall be forever
quits,--though, indeed, I am your debtor now."
"Adam, you will have children; don't gamble any more," said Paz.
"So Malaga has cost us another twenty thousand francs," cried the
countess, some time later, when she discovered this new generosity to
Paz. "First, ten thousand, now twenty more,--thirty thousand! the
income of which is fifteen hundred! the cost of my box at the Opera,
and the whole fortune of many a bourgeois. Oh, you Poles!" she said,
gathering some flowers in her greenhouse; "you are really
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