| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Black Tulip by Alexandre Dumas: way.
Leaving Dort, Mynheer Isaac Boxtel had abandoned, not only
his house, his servants, his observatory, and his telescope,
but also his pigeons.
The servant, having been left without wages, first lived on
his little savings, and then on his master's pigeons.
Seeing this, the pigeons emigrated from the roof of Isaac
Boxtel to that of Cornelius van Baerle.
The nurse was a kind-hearted woman, who could not live
without something to love. She conceived an affection for
the pigeons which had thrown themselves on her hospitality;
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Westward Ho! by Charles Kingsley: with his elbows on the table, was in that graceful attitude laying
down the law fiercely to him in a low voice.
"Hillo! lad," cried Amyas; "come hither and deliver me out of the
hands of this fire-eater, who I verily believe will kill me, if I
do not let him kill some one else."
"Ah! Mr. Frank," said Will Cary, who, like all other young
gentlemen of these parts, held Frank in high honor, and considered
him a very oracle and cynosure of fashion and chivalry, "welcome
here: I was just longing for you, too; I wanted your advice on
half-a-dozen matters. Sit down, and eat. There is the ale."
"None so early, thank you."
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Tattine by Ruth Ogden [Mrs. Charles W. Ide]: meant Betsy and Doctor. "There was no use in my putting: 'Laverack setters not
allowed,' " she said to herself sorrowfully, and she ran off to tell her
Mother of this latest tragedy.
"Yes, I know, Tattine dear," said Mrs. Gerald, in the first pause; "there is
neither pity nor mercy in the heart of a setter when he is on the scent of a
rabbit, alive or dead--but, Tattine, don't forget they have their good sides,
Doctor and Betsy; just think how fond they are of you and me. Why, the very
sight of us always makes them beat a tattoo with their tails."
"Yes, I know, Mamma, but I can't feel somehow that tattoos with their tails
make up for killing rabbits with their teeth."
CHAPTER II. A MAPLE-WAX MORNING
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