| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Dynamiter by Robert Louis Stevenson and Fanny Van De Grift Stevenson: the ear of the young man was stretched in vain.
Behind the dining-room, that pleasant library, referred to by
the old lady in her tale, looked upon the flat roofs and
netted cupolas of the kitchen quarters; and on a second
visit, this room appeared to greet him with a smiling
countenance. He might as well, he thought, avoid the expense
of lodging: the library, fitted with an iron bedstead which
he had remarked, in one of the upper chambers, would serve
his purpose for the night; while in the dining-room, which
was large, airy, and lightsome, looking on the square and
garden, he might very agreeably pass his days, cook his
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Wheels of Chance by H. G. Wells: But really the Young Lady in Grey had dismissed Hoopdriver from
her thoughts almost before he had vanished round the corner. She
had thought no ill of him. His manifest awe and admiration of her
had given her not an atom of offence. But for her just now there
were weightier things to think about, things that would affect
all the rest of her life. She continued slowly walking her
machine Londonward. Presently she stopped. "Oh! Why DOESN'T he
come?" she said, and stamped her foot petulantly. Then, as if in
answer, coming down the hill among the trees, appeared the other
man in brown, dismounted and wheeling his machine.
HOW MR. HOOPDRIVER WAS HAUNTED
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Voice of the City by O. Henry: at faro in one of the fortified art galleries. It would
furnish an education to an ambitious boy. I am told
that a genuine Corot was secured for that amount in
an auction room yesterday. You could move to a
New Hampshire town and live respectably two
years on it. You could rent Madison Square Garden
for one evening with it, and lecture your audience, if
you should have one, on the precariousness of the pro-
fession of heir presumptive."
"People might like you, Old Bryson," said Gillian,
always unruffled, "if you wouldn't moralize. I asked
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