| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Market-Place by Harold Frederic: I can't think it. She's got good features, and she holds
herself well, and she's very much the lady--rather too much,
I think, sometimes--but it all depends upon what you
call pretty. She's not tall, you know. She takes after
her father's family. The Dabneys are all little people."
Thorpe seemed not to care about the Dabneys. "And what's
Alfred like?" he asked.
"He wants to be an artist!" There was a perceptible note
of apprehension in the mother's confession.
"Well--why shouldn't he--if he's got a bent that way?"
demanded Thorpe, with reproof in his tone. "Did you want
The Market-Place |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Records of a Family of Engineers by Robert Louis Stevenson: building operations.
[Sunday, 13th May]
The weather still continues boisterous, although the
barometer has all the while stood at about 30 inches. Towards
evening the wind blew so fresh at E. by S. that the boats both
of the SMEATON and tender were obliged to be hoisted in, and
it was feared that the SMEATON would have to slip her
moorings. The people on the rock were seen busily employed,
and had the balance-crane apparently ready for use, but no
communication could be had with them to-day.
[Monday, 14th May]
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Betty Zane by Zane Grey: and hemlocks flamed in a glorious blaze of color. A stillness, which was only
broken now and then by the twittering of birds uttering the plaintive notes
peculiar to them in the autumn as they band together before their pilgrimage
to the far south, pervaded the forest.
Betty loved the woods, and she knew all the trees. She could tell their names
by the bark or the shape of the leaves. The giant black oak, with its smooth
shiny bark and sturdy limbs, the chestnut with its rugged, seamed sides and
bristling burrs, the hickory with its lofty height and curled shelling bark,
were all well known and well loved by Betty. Many times had she wondered at
the trembling, quivering leaves of the aspen, and the foliage of the
silver-leaf as it glinted in the sun. To-day, especially, as she walked
Betty Zane |
