| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Damaged Goods by Upton Sinclair: "Yes," said his mother, sadly, "you believe in nothing."
"I believe in no such God as that," he answered.
A silence followed. When it was broken, it was by the entrance
of the nurse. She had opened the door of the room and had been
standing there for some moments, unheeded. Finally she stepped
forward. "Madame," she said, "I have thought it over; I would
rather go back to my home at once, and have only the five hundred
francs."
Madame Dupont stared at her in consternation. "What is that you
are saying? You want to return to your home?"
"Yes, ma'am," was the answer.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Off on a Comet by Jules Verne: toiling more frequently up the arduous way that lay between his nook
below and his telescope above, but he would be heard muttering
in an angry tone that indicated considerable agitation.
One day, as he was hurrying down to his study, he met Ben Zoof, who,
secretly entertaining a feeling of delight at the professor's manifest
discomfiture, made some casual remark about things not being very straight.
The way in which his advance was received the good orderly never divulged,
but henceforward he maintained the firm conviction that there was something
very much amiss up in the sky.
To Servadac and his friends this continual disquietude and ill-humor
on the part of the professor occasioned no little anxiety.
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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: Yes, she understood! Danglar's words had been plain enough. The
Adventurer had been trapped - not through Danglar's cunning, or
lack of cunning on the Adventurer's own part, but through force of
circumstances that had caused him to fling all thought of
self-consideration to the winds in an effort to save another's life.
Her hands, hidden in the folds of her skirt, clenched until they
hurt. And it was another self, it seemed, subconsciously enacting
the role of Gypsy Nan, alias Danglar's wife, who spoke at last.
"You are a fool! You are all fools!" she cried tempestuously.
"What do you expect to gain by that? Do you imagine you can make
the Pug come across with any information by a threat to kill him
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