| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Early Short Fiction of Edith Wharton by Edith Wharton: brick and limestone flat-house that reared its flimsy elegance
above a row of tottering tenements and stables.
"Dead sure?" he repeated.
"Yes," said Granice, discouraged. "And even if I hadn't been, I
know the garage was just opposite Leffler's over there." He
pointed across the street to a tumble-down stable with a blotched
sign on which the words "Livery and Boarding" were still faintly
discernible.
The young man dashed across to the opposite pavement. "Well,
that's something--may get a clue there. Leffler's--same name
there, anyhow. You remember that name?"
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Finished by H. Rider Haggard: me to put on my own dress.
"That is all I know, except that some hours later I was awakened
from sleep and put into the litter where I went to sleep again,
for what I had gone through tired me very much. I need not
trouble you with the rest, for we journeyed here in the same way
that we had journeyed to Ulundi--by night. I did not see Zikali,
but in answer to my questions, Nombe told me that the Zulus had
declared war against the English. What part in the business I
had played, she would not tell me, and I do not know to this
hour, but I am sure that it was a great one.
"So we came back to the Black Kloof, where I found Maurice quite
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Ballads by Robert Louis Stevenson: Missiles from tremulous hands quivered around his feet;
And Taheia leaped from her place; and the priest, the ruby-eyed,
Ran to the front of the terrace, and brandished his arms, and cried:
"Hold, O fools, he brings tidings!" and "Hold, 'tis the love of my heart!"
Till lo! in front of the terrace, Rua pierced with a dart.
Taheia cherished his head, and the aged priest stood by,
And gazed with eyes of ruby at Rua's darkening eye.
"Taheia, here is the end, I die a death for a man.
I have given the life of my soul to save an unsavable clan.
See them, the drooping of hams! behold me the blinking crew:
Fifty spears they cast, and one of fifty true!
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