| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Secret Agent by Joseph Conrad: serious undertaking. He ignored how much there was in it and how
far he would have to go in order to get hold of what there was to
get - supposing there was a chance at all. These perplexities
checking his elation imparted to his tone a soberness well in
keeping with the circumstances.
"May I ask you where you were going?" he inquired in a subdued
voice.
"Don't ask me!" cried Mrs Verloc with a shuddering, repressed
violence. All her strong vitality recoiled from the idea of death.
"Never mind where I was going. . . ."
Ossipon concluded that she was very much excited but perfectly
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Street of Seven Stars by Mary Roberts Rinehart: her, Mac, no matter what she is or where you find her." The
Portier carried the note. When he came up to get it he brought in
his pocket a small rabbit and a lettuce leaf. Never before had
the combination failed to arouse and amuse the boy. He carried
the rabbit down again sorrowfully. "He saw it not," he reported
sadly to his wife. "Be off to the church while I deliver this
letter. And this rabbit we will not cook, but keep in
remembrance."
At eleven o'clock Marie called Peter, who was asleep on the
horsehair sofa.
"He asks for you."
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The White Moll by Frank L. Packard: nails of his!
And then Danglar spoke again.
"Do you notice anything special about this gun I'm holding on you?"
he demanded, in low menace.
The Adventurer did not even look up.
"Oh, yes," he said indifferently. "I fancy you got it out of a dime
novel, didn't you? One of those silencer things."
"Yes," said Danglar grimly; "one of those silencer things. Where is
she?"
The Adventurer made no answer.
The color in Danglar's face deepened.
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