| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Tour Through Eastern Counties of England by Daniel Defoe: longest staple is found; the sheep of those countries being of the
largest breed.
The buyers of this wool are chiefly indeed the manufacturers of
Norfolk and Suffolk and Essex, and it is a prodigious quantity they
buy.
Here I saw what I have not observed in any other county of England,
namely, a pocket of wool. This seems to be first called so in
mockery, this pocket being so big, that it loads a whole waggon,
and reaches beyond the most extreme parts of it hanging over both
before and behind, and these ordinarily weigh a ton or twenty-five
hundredweight of wool, all in one bag.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Call of the Canyon by Zane Grey: restraint in him. How that baffled her! Was it resistance or knowledge or
nobility or doubt?
Flo Hutter's twentieth birthday came along the middle of June, and all the
neighbors and range hands for miles around were invited to celebrate it.
For the second time during her visit Carley put on the white gown that had
made Flo gasp with delight, and had stunned Mrs. Hutter, and had brought a
reluctant compliment from Glenn. Carley liked to create a sensation. What
were exquisite and expensive gowns for, if not that?
It was twilight on this particular June night when she was ready to go
downstairs, and she tarried a while on the long porch. The evening star, so
lonely and radiant, so cold and passionless in the dusky blue, had become
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Bride of Lammermoor by Walter Scott: Craigengelt, pocketing the money, "if you will have me so far
indebted to you, I must be conforming."
"Well, horse and away!" said the patron, "so soon as you have
got your riding livery in trim. You may ride the black crop-ear;
and, hark ye, I'll make you a present of him to boot."
"I drink to the good luck of my mission," answered the
ambassador, "in a half-pint bumper."
"I thank ye, Craigie, and pledge you; I see nothing against it
but the father or the girl taking a tantrum, and I am told the
mother can wind them both round her little finger. Take care
not to affront her with any of your Jacobite jargon."
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