| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen: In the afternoon Lydia was urgent with the rest of the girls to
walk to Meryton, and to see how everybody went on; but
Elizabeth steadily opposed the scheme. It should not be said
that the Miss Bennets could not be at home half a day before
they were in pursuit of the officers. There was another reason
too for her opposition. She dreaded seeing Mr. Wickham again,
and was resolved to avoid it as long as possible. The comfort to
HER of the regiment's approaching removal was indeed beyond
expression. In a fortnight they were to go-- and once gone, she
hoped there could be nothing more to plague her on his account.
She had not been many hours at home before she found that the
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Travels with a Donkey in the Cevenne by Robert Louis Stevenson: Fouzilhac they thought a monster of iniquity, and counselled me
warmly to summon him at law - 'because I might have died.' The
good wife was horror-stricken to see me drink over a pint of
uncreamed milk.
'You will do yourself an evil,' she said. 'Permit me to boil it
for you.'
After I had begun the morning on this delightful liquor, she having
an infinity of things to arrange, I was permitted, nay requested,
to make a bowl of chocolate for myself. My boots and gaiters were
hung up to dry, and, seeing me trying to write my journal on my
knee, the eldest daughter let down a hinged table in the chimney-
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Wrong Box by Stevenson & Osbourne: Tell me everything about it,' he added kindly; 'if you require my
assistance, conceal nothing.'
'You tell him,' said Michael, feeling, apparently, that he had
done his share. 'My friend will tell you all about it,' he added
to Gideon, with a yawn. 'Excuse my closing my eyes a moment; I've
been sitting up with a sick friend.'
Pitman gazed blankly about the room; rage and despair seethed in
his innocent spirit; thoughts of flight, thoughts even of
suicide, came and went before him; and still the barrister
patiently waited, and still the artist groped in vain for any
form of words, however insignificant.
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