| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Robinson Crusoe by Daniel Defoe: place. They came on with a growling kind of noise, and mounted the
piece of timber, which, as I said, was our breastwork, as if they
were only rushing upon their prey; and this fury of theirs, it
seems, was principally occasioned by their seeing our horses behind
us. I ordered our men to fire as before, every other man; and they
took their aim so sure that they killed several of the wolves at
the first volley; but there was a necessity to keep a continual
firing, for they came on like devils, those behind pushing on those
before.
When we had fired a second volley of our fusees, we thought they
stopped a little, and I hoped they would have gone off, but it was
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Adam Bede by George Eliot: and said, in a more subdued tone, "I've not asked about 'em at th'
Hall Farm, sir. Is Mr. Poyser coming?"
"He is come; he is in Stoniton to-night. But I could not advise
him to see you, Adam. His own mind is in a very perturbed state,
and it is best he should not see you till you are calmer."
"Is Dinah Morris come to 'em, sir? Seth said they'd sent for
her."
"No. Mr. Poyser tells me she was not come when he left. They're
afraid the letter has not reached her. It seems they had no exact
address."
Adam sat ruminating a little while, and then said, "I wonder if
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Goodness of St. Rocque and Other Stories by Alice Dunbar: The drear days went by, and Tony lay like a veritable Samson
shorn of his strength, for his voice was sunken to a hoarse,
sibilant whisper, and his black eyes gazed fiercely from the
shock of hair and beard about a white face. Life went on pretty
much as before in the shop; the children paused to ask how Mr.
Tony was, and even hushed the jingles on their bell hoops as they
passed the door. Red-headed Jimmie, Mrs. Murphy's nephew, did
the hard jobs, such as splitting wood and lifting coal from the
bin; and in the intervals between tending the fallen giant and
waiting on the customers, Tony's wife sat in her accustomed
chair, knitting fiercely, with an inscrutable smile about her
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