| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Wrong Box by Stevenson & Osbourne: rate. He bade the manager give Mr Moss a chair and the paper.
'I'm going over to get a cheque signed by Mr Finsbury,' said he,
'who is lying ill at John Street.'
A cab there and a cab back; here were inroads on his wretched
capital! He counted the cost; when he was done with Mr Moss he
would be left with twelvepence-halfpenny in the world. What was
even worse, he had now been forced to bring his uncle up to
Bloomsbury. 'No use for poor Johnny in Hampshire now,' he
reflected. 'And how the farce is to be kept up completely passes
me. At Browndean it was just possible; in Bloomsbury it seems
beyond human ingenuity--though I suppose it's what Michael does.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Goodness of St. Rocque and Other Stories by Alice Dunbar: murderous desire to throw the pink sun-bonnet and its owner into
the sea, when Natalie whispered audibly to one of her cousins
that "Mees Annette act nice wit' her lovare."
The sun was banking up flaming pillars of rose and gold in the
west when the little "Virginie" rounded Cat Island on her way
home, and the quick Southern twilight was fast dying into
darkness when she was tied up to the pier and the merry-makers
sprang off with baskets of fish. Annette had distinguished
herself by catching one small shark, and had immediately ceased
to fish and devoted her attention to her fisherman and his line.
Philip had angled fiercely, landing trout, croakers, sheepshead,
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Paz by Honore de Balzac: "You, whom I still dare to call my friend, will you not pity me
after all that has passed,--which you have so ill understood? My
heart disavows whatever may have wounded your feelings. If I was
fortunate enough to charm you and keep you beside me in the past,
return to me; otherwise, I shall fall into despair. Poverty has
overtaken me, and you do not know what HORRID THINGS it brings
with it. Yesterday I lived on a herring at two sous, and one sou
of bread. Is that a breakfast for the woman you loved? The
Chapuzots have left me, though they seemed so devoted. Your
desertion has caused me to see to the bottom of all human
attachments. The dog we feed does not leave us, but the Chapuzots
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