| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Man that Corrupted Hadleyburg by Mark Twain: "Oh," exclaimed the wife, in a tone of relief, "I am glad of that.
As long as he doesn't know that you could have saved him, he--he--
well that makes it a great deal better. Why, I might have known he
didn't know, because he is always trying to be friendly with us, as
little encouragement as we give him. More than once people have
twitted me with it. There's the Wilsons, and the Wilcoxes, and the
Harknesses, they take a mean pleasure in saying 'YOUR FRIEND
Burgess,' because they know it pesters me. I wish he wouldn't
persist in liking us so; I can't think why he keeps it up."
"I can explain it. It's another confession. When the thing was new
and hot, and the town made a plan to ride him on a rail, my
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from A Start in Life by Honore de Balzac: count. "Give me that deed of sale."
Georges turned over and over the papers in his portfolio.
"That will do; don't disarrange those papers," said the count, taking
the deed from his pocket. "Here is what you are looking for."
Crottat turned the paper back and forth, so astonished was he at
receiving it from the hands of his client.
"What does this mean, monsieur?" he said, finally, to Georges.
"If I had not taken it," said the count, "Pere Leger,--who is by no
means such a ninny as you thought him from his questions about
agriculture, by which he showed that he attended to his own business,
--Pere Leger might have seized that paper and guessed my purpose. You
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Somebody's Little Girl by Martha Young: Yes, it was very crisp.
Then the lady turned and looked at Bessie Bell.
Then Bessie Bell was still more surprised, for there was something
white under her veil. Not white all round the face like that Sister
Helen Vincula wore, but soft crinkly white just over the lady's soft
yellow hair.
Also on the breast of her black dress was a cross, but not white
like the cross that Sister Helen Vincula wore. No, this cross was
shining very brightly, and it was very golden in the sunlight,--and--
somehow, somehow,--Bessie Bell knew just how that cross felt,--she
knew without feeling it. She did not have to feel it as she had
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