|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from 'Twixt Land & Sea by Joseph Conrad:
haven't got enough money for that."
I had never seen him so animated.
"No!" he exclaimed with what I took for the accent of grim menace.
"That's a pity." He paused, then, unrelenting: "How much money
have you got, Captain?" he inquired with awful directness.
It was my turn to face him squarely. I did so and mentioned the
amount I could dispose of. And I perceived that he was
disappointed. He thought it over, his calculating gaze lost in
mine, for quite a long time before he came out in a thoughtful tone
with the rapacious suggestion:
"You could draw some more from your charterers. That would be
'Twixt Land & Sea
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from My Aunt Margaret's Mirror by Walter Scott:
on smoothly. It is his way. Had anything happened, he would
have informed us."
Lady Bothwell listened to her sister without attempting to
console her. Probably she might be of opinion that even the
worst intelligence which could be received from Flanders might
not be without some touch of consolation; and that the Dowager
Lady Forester, if so she was doomed to be called, might have a
source of happiness unknown to the wife of the gayest and finest
gentleman in Scotland. This conviction became stronger as they
learned from inquiries made at headquarters that Sir Philip was
no longer with the army--though whether he had been taken or
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from A Legend of Montrose by Walter Scott:
my pretensions in your favour?"
"Draw then," said M'Aulay; "we understand each other."
"Not now," said Menteith, "and not here. Allan, you know me
well--wait till to-morrow, and you shall have fighting enough."
"This hour--this instant--or never," answered M'Aulay.
"Your triumph shall not go farther than the hour which is
stricken. Menteith, I entreat you by our relationship--by our
joint conflicts and labours--draw your sword, and defend your
life!" As he spoke, he seized the Earl's hand, and wrung it with
such frantic earnestness, that his grasp forced the blood to
start under the nails. Menteith threw him off with violence,