| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Betty Zane by Zane Grey: "Do not be hard on poor Mr. Clarke. Maybe he mistook you for an Indian girl.
He is handsome. I am sure you saw that."
"Oh, I don't remember how he looked," said Betty. She did remember, but would
not admit it.
The conversation drifted into other channels after this, and soon twilight
came stealing down on them. As Betty rose to go there came a hurried tap on
the door.
"I wonder who would knock like that," said Lydia, rising "Betty, wait a moment
while I open the door."
On doing this she discovered Clarke standing on the step with his cap in his
hand.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Scenes from a Courtesan's Life by Honore de Balzac: This simple statement was alarming. Carlos went up to Europe's room,
and stayed there till Paccard came to fetch him, having called a
hackney cab that came into the courtyard. Carlos pulled down the
blinds, and was driven off at a pace that defied pursuit.
Having reached the Faubourg Saint-Antoine, he got out at a short
distance from a hackney coach stand, to which he went on foot, and
thence returned to the Quai Malaquais, escaping all inquiry.
"Here, child," said he to Lucien, showing him four hundred banknotes
for a thousand francs, "here is something on account for the purchase
of the estates of Rubempre. We will risk a hundred thousand. Omnibuses
have just been started; the Parisians will take to the novelty; in
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Frances Waldeaux by Rebecca Davis: the eyes of these Oxford magnates. Nobody would guess
that he was only twenty-two. The bald spot on his crown
and the spectacles gave him a scholastic air, and the
finely cut features and a cold aloofness in his manner
spoke plainly, she thought, of his good descent and high
pursuits.
Frances herself had a drop of vagabond blood which found
comrades for her among every class and color. But there
was not an atom of the tramp in her son's well-built and
fashionably clothed body. He never had had a single
intimate friend even when he was a boy. He will probably
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