| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Black Arrow by Robert Louis Stevenson: upon with some matter, pinned upon his breast."
"Give it me, arrow and all," said the knight. And when he had
taken into his hand the shaft, he continued for some time to gaze
upon it in a sullen musing. "Ay," he said, addressing Lord
Shoreby, "here is a hate that followeth hard and close upon my
heels. This black stick, or its just likeness, shall yet bring me
down. And, gossip, suffer a plain knight to counsel you; and if
these hounds begin to wind you, flee! 'Tis like a sickness - it
still hangeth, hangeth upon the limbs. But let us see what they
have written. It is as I thought, my lord; y' are marked, like an
old oak, by the woodman; to-morrow or next day, by will come the
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Two Brothers by Honore de Balzac: the Guard, commanding his squadron on the Champ de Mars?
Agathe, notwithstanding this preference, was an excellent mother. She
loved Joseph, though not blindly; she simply was unable to understand
him. Joseph adored his mother; Philippe let his mother adore him.
Towards her, the dragoon softened his military brutality; but he never
concealed the contempt he felt for Joseph,--expressing it, however, in
a friendly way. When he looked at his brother, weak and sickly as he
was at seventeen years of age, shrunken with determined toil, and
over-weighted with his powerful head, he nicknamed him "Cub."
Philippe's patronizing manners would have wounded any one less
carelessly indifferent than the artist, who had, moreover, a firm
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Royalty Restored/London Under Charles II by J. Fitzgerald Molloy: inflammable materials, required for the shipping trade, such as
oil, pitch, tar, and rosin, the houses at one side the street
were immediately wrapped, from basement to garret, in sheets of
angry flame. And now flaunting its yellow light skywards, as if
exulting in its strength, and triumphing in its mastery over
men's efforts, the fire rushed to the church of St. Magnus, a
dark solid edifice standing at the foot of London Bridge. The
frightened citizens concluded the conflagration must surely end
here; or at least that whilst it endeavoured to consume a dense
structure such as this, they might succeed in subduing its force;
but their hopes were vain. At first the flames shot upwards to
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