| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Scarlet Pimpernel by Baroness Emmuska Orczy: hand in his pocket then and there, and took out a handful of gold,
which he showed to that descendant of Beelzebub, telling him that all
that would be his, if the horse and cart were ready for him by eleven
o'clock."
"And, of course, the horse and cart were ready?"
"Well! they were ready for him in a manner, so to speak, your
Excellency. Reuben's nag was lame as usual; she refused to budge at
first. It was only after a time and with plenty of kicks, that she at
last could be made to move," said the Jew with a malicious chuckle.
"Then they started?"
"Yes, they started about five minutes ago. I was disgusted
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Ancient Regime by Charles Kingsley: Before the intendant all the lower order of people were generally
sent for trial. Bread-riots were a common cause of such trials, and
M. de Tocqueville asserts that he has found sentences, delivered by
the intendant, and a local council chosen by himself, by which men
were condemned to the galleys, and even to death. Under such a
system, under which an intendant must have felt it his interest to
pretend at all risks, that all was going right, and to regard any
disturbance as a dangerous exposure of himself and his chiefs--one
can understand easily enough that scene which Mr. Carlyle has
dramatised from Lacretelle, concerning the canaille, the masses, as
we used to call them a generation since:
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from King Henry VI by William Shakespeare: A heart it was, bound in with diamonds--
And threw it towards thy land; the sea receiv'd it,
And so I wish'd thy body might my heart.
And even with this I lost fair England's view,
And bid mine eyes be packing with my heart,
And call'd them blind and dusky spectacles,
For losing ken of Albion's wished coast.
How often have I tempted Suffolk's tongue,
The agent of thy foul inconstancy,
To sit and witch me, as Ascanius did
When he to madding Dido would unfold
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