| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Moon-Face and Other Stories by Jack London: But the Only Charley Welsh shook his head dubiously. "Not that I care a rap,"
he declared. "And if you are, just gimme a couple of lines of notice, the
right kind, good ad, you know. And if yer not, why yer all right anyway. Yer
not our class, that's straight."
After her turn, which she did this time with the nerve of an old campaigner,
the manager returned to the charge; and after saying nice things and being
generally nice himself, he came to the point.
"You'll treat us well, I hope," he said insinuatingly. "Do the right thing by
us, and all that?"
"Oh," she answered innocently, "you couldn't persuade me to do another turn; I
know I seemed to take and that you'd like to have me, but I really, really
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Woodlanders by Thomas Hardy: she won't have it done."
"You mean Mrs. Charmond? Oh, she doesn't know there's such a tree
on her estate. Besides, shrouding is not felling, and I'll risk
that much."
He went out, and when afternoon came he returned, took a billhook
from the woodman's shed, and with a ladder climbed into the lower
part of the tree, where he began lopping off--"shrouding," as they
called it at Hintock--the lowest boughs. Each of these quivered
under his attack, bent, cracked, and fell into the hedge. Having
cut away the lowest tier, he stepped off the ladder, climbed a few
steps higher, and attacked those at the next level. Thus he
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Moll Flanders by Daniel Defoe: fast asleep.
I took this opportunity to search him to a nicety. I took a
gold watch, with a silk purse of gold, his fine full-bottom
periwig and silver-fringed gloves, his sword and fine snuff-box,
and gently opening the coach door, stood ready to jump out
while the coach was going on; but the coach stopped in the
narrow street beyond Temple Bar to let another coach pass,
I got softly out, fastened the door again, and gave my gentleman
and the coach the slip both together, and never heard more
of them.
This was an adventure indeed unlooked for, and perfectly
Moll Flanders |
