| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Red Seal by Natalie Sumner Lincoln: down here to look at the prisoner?"
"Yes." Kent led the way back to the dining room. "Did you
recognize the man, Ferguson?"
"No." The detective swore softly as he stared about the room.
"The lights went out just as I tackled him."
"It was beastly luck that the fuse burned out at that second,"
groaned Kent. "Fortune was with him in that; but how did the man
get free of the handcuffs?" pointing to them still lying in the
chair. "We can't attribute that to luck, unless" - staring keenly
at Ferguson -" unless you did not snap them on the man's wrists,
after all."
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from From London to Land's End by Daniel Defoe: (which they boast so much of), that, in my opinion, there is no
comparison.
Here we see the first of the great serge manufacture of Devonshire-
-a trade too great to be described in miniature, as it must be if I
undertake it here, and which takes up this whole county, which is
the largest and most populous in England, Yorkshire excepted (which
ought to be esteemed three counties, and is, indeed, divided as
such into the East, West, and North Riding). But Devonshire, one
entire county, is so full of great towns, and those towns so full
of people, and those people so universally employed in trade and
manufactures, that not only it cannot be equalled in England, but
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Pool in the Desert by Sara Jeanette Duncan: rains to break. Another day had come without them. To write and
tell Innes, to write to tell Violet, to go away and leave the
situation as she found it; she had lived and moved and slept and
awakened to these alternatives. At the moment she slept.
It was early, very early in the morning. The hills all about seemed
still unaware of it, standing in the greyness, compact, silent,
immutable, as if they slept with their eyes open. Nothing spoke of
the oncoming sun, nothing was yet surprised. The hill world lifted
itself unconscious in a pale solution of daylight, and only on the
sky-line, very far away, it rippled into a cloud. The flimsy town
clinging steeply roof above roof to the slope, mounting to the
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