| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Rescue by Joseph Conrad: "I hear."
"I never had the ring. Who could bring it to me?"
"We gave it to the white woman--may Jehannum be her lot!"
"No! It shall be my lot," said Lingard with despairing force,
while Wasub raised both his hands in dismay. "For, listen,
Jaffir, if she had given the ring to me it would have been to one
that was dumb, deaf, and robbed of all courage."
It was impossible to say whether Jaffir had heard. He made no
sound, there was no change in his awful stare, but his prone body
moved under the cotton sheet as if to get further away from the
white man. Lingard got up slowly and making a sign to Wasub to
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Wrong Box by Stevenson & Osbourne: already trying to get it back.'
CHAPTER II. In Which Morris takes Action
Some days later, accordingly, the three males of this depressing
family might have been observed (by a reader of G. P. R. James)
taking their departure from the East Station of Bournemouth. The
weather was raw and changeable, and Joseph was arrayed in
consequence according to the principles of Sir Faraday Bond, a
man no less strict (as is well known) on costume than on diet.
There are few polite invalids who have not lived, or tried to
live, by that punctilious physician's orders. 'Avoid tea, madam,'
the reader has doubtless heard him say, 'avoid tea, fried liver,
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Pierrette by Honore de Balzac: sense and know what I'm about."
Sylvie thus reassured resolved not to show her own hand, and thought
herself very shrewd in putting her own ideas into her brother's mouth.
"Jerome," she said, "thought of the match."
"How could your brother take up such an incongruous idea? Why, it is
only a few days ago that, in order to find out his secrets, I told him
I loved Bathilde. He turned as white as your collar."
"My brother! does he love Bathilde?" asked Sylvie.
"Madly,--and yet Bathilde is only after his money." ("One for you,
Vinet!" thought the colonel.) "I can't understand why he should have
told you that about Pierrette. No, Sylvie," he said, taking her hand
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