| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from A Start in Life by Honore de Balzac: was not foreseen, was about to expire, and the owner of the farm
refused all offers from Leger to renew the lease. For some time past,
Monsieur de Serizy, wishing to rid himself of the annoyances and petty
disputes caused by the inclosure of these fields within his land, had
desired to buy the farm, having heard that Monsieur Margueron's chief
ambition was to have his only son, then a mere tax-gatherer, made
special collector of finances at Beaumont. The farmer, who knew he
could sell the fields piecemeal to the count at a high price, was
ready to pay Margueron even more than he expected from the count.
Thus matters stood when, two days earlier than that of which we write,
Monsieur de Serizy, anxious to end the matter, sent for his notary,
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Black Dwarf by Walter Scott: Mareschal-Wells was known among his friends). Do you, Sir
Frederick, read these letters from Lothian and the west--all is
ripe for the sickle, and we have but to summon out the reapers."
"With all my heart," said Mareschal; "the more mischief the
better sport."
Sir Frederick looked grave and disconcerted.
"Walk aside with me, my good friend," said Ellieslaw to the
sombre baronet; "I have something for your private ear, with
which I know you will be gratified."
They walked into the house, leaving Ratcliffe and Mareschal
standing together in the court.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from A Midsummer Night's Dream by William Shakespeare: Knight of his traine, to trace the Forrests wilde.
But she (perforce) with-holds the loued boy,
Crownes him with flowers, and makes him all her ioy.
And now they neuer meete in groue, or greene,
By fountaine cleere, or spangled star-light sheene,
But they do square, that all their Elues for feare
Creepe into Acorne cups and hide them there
Fai. Either I mistake your shape and making quite,
Or else you are that shrew'd and knauish spirit
Cal'd Robin Good-fellow. Are you not hee,
That frights the maidens of the Villagree,
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