| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Case of the Golden Bullet by Grace Isabel Colbron and Augusta Groner: "She had a fever, didn't she? Had she been ill long?"
"No. She was in bed that day, but we thought it was nothing of
importance."
"These fevers come on quickly sometimes," remarked the old man
wisely, and added: "This case interests the entire neighbourhood
and I will show you that I can be grateful for anything you may
tell me - of course, only what a faithful servant could tell. It
will interest my customers very much."
"You know all there is to know," said the valet, evidently
disappointed that he had nothing to tell which could win the
peddler's gratitude. "There are no secrets about it. Everybody
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Brother of Daphne by Dornford Yates: Porters' Rest. Our greeting was characteristic.
"Well, George," said I. He looked round.
"Hullo, old chap." He pointed to the Rest. "Rather nice, that.
Pity there aren't more. Why didn't they keep the Pike at Hyde
Park Corner?"
I shrugged my shoulders. "I begged them to," said I. "But you
know what they are."
George looked at me critically. Then:
"That's a good hat," he said. "I'd like to paint you just as you
are." He stepped back and half closed his eyes. "Yes,that'll
do. When can you come? I always said I would, you know," he
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Last War: A World Set Free by H. G. Wells: and wrapping the world in fold after fold of deepening blue, came
the night--the night at first obscurely simple, and then with
faint points here and there, and then jewelled in darkling
splendour with a hundred thousand lights. Out of that mingling of
darkness and ambiguous glares the noise of an unceasing activity
would have arisen, the louder and plainer now because there was
no longer any distraction of sight.
It may be that watcher drifting in the pellucid gulf beneath the
stars watched all through the night; it may be that he dozed. But
if he gave way to so natural a proclivity, assuredly on the
fourth night of the great flank march he was aroused, for that
The Last War: A World Set Free |
