| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Pool in the Desert by Sara Jeanette Duncan: gloom, 'and little Lord Billy and all that set are coming. They'll
throw buns at each other--I know they will. What, in heaven's name,
made me ask her?'
'Oh, she'll have recovered by then. You must make allowance for the
shock we gave her, poor dear. Consider how you would feel if Lady
Worsley suddenly appeared upon the scene, and demanded devotion from
Sir Frank.'
'She wouldn't get it,' Mrs. Mickie dimpled candidly. 'Frank always
loses his heart and his conscience at the same time. But you don't
suppose there's anything serious in this affair? Pure pretty
platonics, I should call it.'
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from A Distinguished Provincial at Paris by Honore de Balzac: not have taken much to set him making a purchase or two. He could only
stave off impatience by constant reading at Blosse's.
Two days later old Doguereau come to the lodgings of his budding Sir
Walter Scott. He was struck with the pains which Lucien had taken with
the style of this his first work, delighted with the strong contrasts
of character sanctioned by the epoch, and surprised at the spirited
imagination which a young writer always displays in the scheming of a
first plot--he had not been spoiled, thought old Daddy Doguereau. He
had made up his mind to give a thousand francs for The Archer of
Charles IX.; he would buy the copyright out and out, and bind Lucien
by an engagement for several books, but when he came to look at the
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Burning Daylight by Jack London: luck, he decided; for the meeting couldn't have occurred under
better circumstances. Here they were, both going in the same
direction, and the canter would bring her up to him just where
the stiff grade would compel a walk. There would be nothing else
for her to do than ride with him to the top of the divide; and,
once there, the equally stiff descent on the other side would
compel more walking.
The canter came nearer, but he faced straight ahead until he
heard the horse behind check to a walk. Then he glanced over his
shoulder. It was Dede. The recognition was quick, and, with
her, accompanied by surprise. What more natural thing than that,
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