| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Tom Grogan by F. Hopkinson Smith: The voice had a ring of unquestioned authority. It was not
quarrelsome or abusive or bullying--only earnest and forceful.
"Ease away on that guy! Ease away, I tell ye!" it continued,
rising in intensity. "So--all gone! Now, haul out, Cully, and
let that other team back up."
Babcock pushed open the door in the fence and stepped in. A
loaded scow lay close beside the string-piece of the government
wharf. Alongside its forward hatch was rigged a derrick with a
swinging gaff. The "fall" led through a snatch-block in the
planking of the dock, and operated an iron bucket that was hoisted
by a big gray horse driven by a boy. A gang of men were filling
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Vendetta by Honore de Balzac: fruit. Little by little, the other young girls revealed to their
mothers the strange events which were happening at the studio. One day
Matilde Roguin did not come; the next day another girl was missing,
and so on, till the last three or four who were left came no more.
Ginevra and Laure, her little friend, were the sole occupants of the
deserted studio for three or four days.
Ginevra did not observe this falling off, nor ask the cause of her
companions' absence. As soon as she had invented means of
communication with Luigi she lived in the studio in a delightful
solitude, alone amid her own world, thinking only of the officer and
the dangers that threatened him. Though a sincere admirer of noble
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Virginian by Owen Wister: schoolmarm must have taken quite a notion to Uncle Hughey. He has
got her for this quadrille." The Virginian was now speaking
without rancor; but his words came with a slightly augmented
drawl, and this with him was often a bad omen. He none turned his
eyes upon the collected babies wrapped in various colored shawls
and knitted work. "Nine, ten, eleven, beautiful sleepin'
strangers," he counted, in a sweet voice. "Any of 'em yourn,
Lin?"
"Not that I know of," grinned Mr. McLean
"Eleven, twelve. This hyeh is little Christopher in the
blue-stripe quilt--or maybe that other yello'-head is him. The
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