|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from A Book of Remarkable Criminals by H. B. Irving:
delicate to all appearances, strangely pale, slight, fragile in
build, with his beardless chin and feminine cast of feature,
there was something cat-like in the soft insinuating smile of
this seemingly most amiable, candid and pious of men. Always
cheerful and optimistic, it was quite a pleasure to do business
with M. Derues de Cyrano de Bury. The de Lamottes after one or
two interviews were delighted with their prospective purchaser.
Everything was speedily settled. M. Derues and his wife, a lady
belonging to the distinguished family of Nicolai, visited
Buisson-Souef. They were enchanted with what they saw, and their
hosts were hardly less enchanted with their visitors. By the end
A Book of Remarkable Criminals
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Garden Party by Katherine Mansfield:
"We can't go quite so fast," said she. "I've got people to say good-bye
to--and then there's the Captain." As his face fell she gave his arm a
small understanding squeeze. "If the Captain comes off the bridge I want
you to thank him for having looked after your wife so beautifully." Well,
he'd got her. If she wanted another ten minutes--As he gave way she was
surrounded. The whole first-class seemed to want to say good-bye to Janey.
"Good-bye, dear Mrs. Hammond! And next time you're in Sydney I'll expect
"Darling Mrs. Hammond! You won't forget to write to me, will you?"
"Well, Mrs. Hammond, what this boat would have been without you!"
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Royalty Restored/London Under Charles II by J. Fitzgerald Molloy:
ye evil." A week later we find he stroked as many as two hundred
and fifty persons. Friday was then appointed as the day for
those suffering from this disease to come before the king; it was
moreover decided that only two hundred persons should be
presented each week and these were first to repair to Mr. Knight,
his majesty's surgeon, living at the Cross Guns, in Russell
Street, Covent Garden, over against the Rose tavern, for tickets
of admission. "That none might lose their labour." the same Mr.
Knight made it known to the public he would be at home on
Wednesdays and Thursdays, from two till six of the clock; and if
any person of quality should send for him he would wait upon them