| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Wheels of Chance by H. G. Wells: tone of bitter contempt,-- " Jampot."
"I'm getting fairly safe upon it now," he told Miss Howe.
At other times Hoopdriver might have further resented the
satirical efforts of the apprentice, but his mind was too full of
the projected Tour to admit any petty delicacies of dignity. He
left the supper table early, so that he might put in a good hour
at the desperate gymnastics up the Roehampton Road before it
would be time to come back for locking up. When the gas was
turned off for the night he was sitting on the edge of his bed,
rubbing arnica into his knee--a new and very big place--and
studying a Road Map of the South of England. Briggs of the
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Life of the Spider by J. Henri Fabre: closed with a lid of the same white silk. Lastly, a few threads,
stretched like a thin curtain, form a canopy above the nest and,
with the curved tips of the leaves, frame a sort of alcove wherein
the mother takes up her abode.
It is more than a place of rest after the fatigues of her
confinement: it is a guard-room, an inspection-post where the
mother remains sprawling until the youngsters' exodus. Greatly
emaciated by the laying of her eggs and by her expenditure of silk,
she lives only for the protection of her nest.
Should some vagrant pass near by, she hurries from her watch-tower,
lifts a limb and puts the intruder to flight. If I tease her with
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Wyoming by William MacLeod Raine: She knew he was serving notice on her that he meant to win her;
and again the little spinal shiver raced over her. She could not
look at his sardonic, evil face without fear, and she could not
look away without being aware of his eyes possessing her. What
was the use of courage against such a creature as this?
"Yes, I understand you take a good deal that isn't yours," she
retorted carelessly, her eyes on the arena.
"I make it mine when I take it," he answered coolly, admiring the
gameness which she wore as a suit of chain armor against his
thrusts.
"Isn't it a little dangerous sometimes?" her even voice
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