| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Secret Places of the Heart by H. G. Wells: happened? Funny I didn't hear the gong."
He went downstairs and found Lady Hardy reading a magazine in
a dining-room armchair and finely poised between devotion and
martyrdom. A shadow of vexation fell athwart his mind at the
sight of her.
"I'd no idea it was so late," he said. "I heard no gong."
"After you swore so at poor Bradley I ordered that there
should be no gongs when we were alone. I did come up to your
door about half past eight. I crept up. But I was afraid I
might upset you if I came in."
"But you've not waited--"
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Wheels of Chance by H. G. Wells: greaser must needs go shouting insults--"
"_I_ didn't know the young lady would hear what I said," said
Charlie. " Surely one can speak friendly to one's friends. How
was I to know the door was open--"
Hoopdriver began to suspect that his antagonist was, if possible,
more seriously alarmed at the prospect of violence than himself,
and his spirits rose again. These chaps ought to have a thorough
lesson. "Of COURSE you knew the door was open," he retorted
indignantly. "Of COURSE you thought we should hear what you said.
Don't go telling lies about it. It's no good your saying things
like that. You've had your fun, and you meant to have your fun.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Exiles by Honore de Balzac: all feudal dues or taxes on the buildings he might erect.
Seven years before the beginning of this narrative, Joseph Tirechair,
one of the sternest of Paris constables, as his name (Tear Flesh)
would indicate, had, thanks to his share of the fines collected by him
for delinquencies committed within the precincts of the Cite, had been
able to build a house on the bank of the Seine just at the end of the
Rue du Port-Saint-Landry. To protect the merchandise landed on the
strand, the municipality had constructed a sort of break-water of
masonry, which may still be seen on some old plans of Paris, and which
preserved the piles of the landing-place by meeting the rush of water
and ice at the upper end of the Island. The constable had taken
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