| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Young Forester by Zane Grey: from the deep cut. It was level and roughly strewn with boulders. Here we
took to all fours and crawled. It was easy to move here without noise, for
the ground was rocky and hard, and there was no brush.
Suddenly I fairly bumped into the hunter. Looking up, I saw that he had
halted only a few feet from the edge of the gorge where I had climbed out
in my escape. He was listening. There was not a sound save the dull roar of
rushing water.
Hiram slid forward a little, and rose cautiously to look over. I did the
same. When I saw the cave and the spring-hole I felt a catch in my throat.
But there was not a man in sight. Dick's captors had broken camp; they were
gone. The only thing left in the gorge to show they had ever been there was
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Ebb-Tide by Stevenson & Osbourne: been employed in every store in Papeete, for the creature was
able in his way; who had been discharged from each in turn, for
he was wholly vile; who had alienated all his old employers so
that they passed him in the street as if he were a dog, and all
his old comrades so that they shunned him as they would a
creditor.
Not long before, a ship from Peru had brought an influenza,
and it now raged in the island, and particularly in Papeete. From
all round the purao arose and fell a dismal sound of men
coughing, and strangling as they coughed. The sick natives, with
the islander's impatience of a touch of fever, had crawled from
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Lord Arthur Savile's Crime, etc. by Oscar Wilde: no trace of the blood-stain could be seen.
'I knew Pinkerton would do it,' he exclaimed triumphantly, as he
looked round at his admiring family; but no sooner had he said
these words than a terrible flash of lightning lit up the sombre
room, a fearful peal of thunder made them all start to their feet,
and Mrs. Umney fainted.
'What a monstrous climate!' said the American Minister calmly, as
he lit a long cheroot. 'I guess the old country is so
overpopulated that they have not enough decent weather for
everybody. I have always been of opinion that emigration is the
only thing for England.'
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