| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Bucky O'Connor by William MacLeod Raine: impudence of his eye, the rollicking laughter in his voice, shut
out the picture instantly.
The young man resumed his seat, and Miss Wainwright her listless
inspection of the flying stretches of brown desert. Dusk was
beginning to fall, and the porter presently lit the lamps.
Collins bought a magazine from the newsboy and relapsed into it,
but before he was well adjusted to reading the Limited pounded to
a second unscheduled halt.
Instantly the magazine was thrown aside and Collins' curly head
thrust out of the window. Presently the head reappeared,
simultaneously with the crack of a revolver, the first of a
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Ann Veronica by H. G. Wells: a flower-shop window. He passed, and came loitering back and
stood beside her, silently looking into her face.
The afternoon had passed now into twilight. The shops were
lighting up into gigantic lanterns of color, the street lamps
were glowing into existence, and she had lost her way. She had
lost her sense of direction, and was among unfamiliar streets.
She went on from street to street, and all the glory of London
had departed. Against the sinister, the threatening, monstrous
inhumanity of the limitless city, there was nothing now but this
supreme, ugly fact of a pursuit--the pursuit of the undesired,
persistent male.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from A Second Home by Honore de Balzac: that brow that was so prompt to frown. The rather hollow cheeks of the
Unknown bore the stamp of the seal which sorrow sets on its victims as
if to grant them the consolation of common recognition and brotherly
union for resistance. Though the girl's expression was at first one of
lively but innocent curiosity, it assumed a look of gentle sympathy as
the stranger receded from view, like a last relation following in a
funeral train.
The heat of the weather was so great, and the gentleman was so absent-
minded, that he had taken off his hat and forgotten to put it on again
as he went down the squalid street. Caroline could see the stern look
given to his countenance by the way the hair was brushed from his
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