| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Long Odds by H. Rider Haggard: before I had skinned those three lions. When I had got, as nearly as I
could judge, about eighteen yards past the pillar or mass of boulders, I
turned to have another look round. I have a pretty sharp eye, but I
could see nothing at all.
"Then, on a sudden, I saw something sufficiently alarming. On the top
of the mass of boulders, opposite to me, standing out clear against the
rock beyond, was the huge black-maned lion. He had been crouching
there, and now arose as though by magic. There he stood lashing his
tail, just like a living reproduction of the animal on the gateway of
Northumberland House that I have seen in a picture. But he did not
stand long. Before I could fire--before I could do more than get the
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from From London to Land's End by Daniel Defoe: The town is populous and wealthy, having, as above, several
considerable merchants and abundance of wealthy shopkeepers, whose
trade depends upon supplying the sea-faring people that upon so
many occasions put into that port. As for gentlemen--I mean, those
that are such by family and birth and way of living--it cannot be
expected to find many such in a town merely depending on trade,
shipping, and sea-faring business; yet I found here some men of
value (persons of liberal education, general knowledge, and
excellent behaviour), whose society obliges me to say that a
gentleman might find very agreeable company in Plymouth.
From Plymouth we pass the Tamar over a ferry to Saltash--a little,
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Dynamiter by Robert Louis Stevenson and Fanny Van De Grift Stevenson: discreet footing moved upon the hollow boards of the old
villa; and again the fainthearted garrison only drew near to
retreat. The cup of the visitor's endurance was now full to
overflowing; and, committing the whole family of Fonblanque
to every mood and shade of condemnation, he turned upon his
heel and redescended the steps. Perhaps the mover in the
house was watching from a window, and plucked up courage at
the sight of this desistance; or perhaps, where he lurked
trembling in the back parts of the villa, reason in its own
right had conquered his alarms. Challoner, at least, had
scarce set foot upon the pavement when he was arrested by the
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