| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Mistress Wilding by Rafael Sabatini: and an instant later there came a sharp rapping at the hail door.
"Sh! Down, Jack!" whispered Walters, afraid of rousing Mr. Wilding. He
tiptoed softly across the room, picked up his musket, and, calling the
dog, went out, a great fear in his heart, but not for himself.
The rapping continued, growing every instant more urgent, so urgent
that Walters was almost reassured. Here was no enemy, but surely some
one in need. Walters opened at last, and Mr. Trenchard, grimy of face
and hands, his hat shorn of its plumes, his clothes torn, staggered
with an oath across the threshold.
"Walters!" he cried. "Thank God! I thought you'd be here, but I wasn't
certain. Down, Jack!"
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Ann Veronica by H. G. Wells: "And so you have been thinking?" her father began, quoting her
letter and looking over his slanting glasses at her. "Well, my
girl, I wish you had thought about all these things before these
bothers began."
Ann Veronica perceived that she must not forget to remain
eminently reasonable.
"One has to live and learn," she remarked, with a passable
imitation of her father's manner.
"So long as you learn," said Mr. Stanley.
Their conversation hung.
"I suppose, daddy, you've no objection to my going on with my
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Garden Party by Katherine Mansfield: one out of the basket. She wanted to ask some one, "Am I meant to have one
too?" but she had just time to read: "Waltz 3. 'Two, Two in a Canoe.'
Polka 4. 'Making the Feathers Fly,'" when Meg cried, "Ready, Leila?" and
they pressed their way through the crush in the passage towards the big
double doors of the drill hall.
Dancing had not begun yet, but the band had stopped tuning, and the noise
was so great it seemed that when it did begin to play it would never be
heard. Leila, pressing close to Meg, looking over Meg's shoulder, felt
that even the little quivering coloured flags strung across the ceiling
were talking. She quite forgot to be shy; she forgot how in the middle of
dressing she had sat down on the bed with one shoe off and one shoe on and
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