| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Case of the Golden Bullet by Grace Isabel Colbron and Augusta Groner: about the great bare room.
"Who are you?" demanded the commissioner.
"My name is Dummel, sir, Johann Dummel."
"And your occupation?"
"My occupation? Oh, yes, I - I am a valet, valet to Professor
Fellner."
The commissioner sat up and looked interested. He knew Fellner
personally and liked him. "What have you to report to me?" he
asked eagerly.
"I - I don't know whether I ought to have come here, but at home - "
"Well, is anything the matter?" insisted Horn.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Resurrection by Leo Tolstoy: deprived of for so long, and was about to say goodbye and go when
the daughter of the house came up to him with a determined look
and said, with a blush, "You asked about my children. Would you
like to see them?"
"She thinks that everybody wants to see her children," said her
mother, smiling at her daughter's winning tactlessness. "The
Prince is not at all interested."
"On the contrary, I am very much interested," said Nekhludoff,
touched by this overflowing, happy mother-love. "Please let me
see them."
"She's taking the Prince to see her babies," the General shouted,
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Spirit of the Border by Zane Grey: "Lads, welcome to Fort Henry," said Colonel Zane, a smile lighting his dark
face. "The others of your party arrived safely. They certainly will be
overjoyed to see you."
"Colonel Zane, I had a letter from my uncle to you," replied Jim; "but the
Indians took that and everything else we had with us."
"Never mind the letter. I knew your uncle, and your father, too. Come into the
house and change those wet clothes. And you, my lad, have got an ugly knock on
the head. Who gave you that?"
"Jim Girty."
"What?" exclaimed the colonel.
"Jim Girty did that. He was with a party of Delawares who ran across us. They
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