| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Pool of Blood in the Pastor's Study by Grace Isabel Colbron and Augusta Groner: had become quite eager and interested as he handed his visitor a
number of pretty trifles. The two had risen from their chairs and
were leaning over the wide window seat which served as a store-house
for the wares turned out by the busy workman. They were toys,
mostly, all sorts of little pots and plates, dolls' furniture, balls
of various sizes, miniature bowling pins, and tops. Muller took up
one of the latter.
"How very clever you are, and how industrious," he exclaimed,
sitting down again and turning the top in his hands. It was covered
with gray varnish with tiny little yellow stripes painted on it.
Towards the lower point a little bit of the varnish had been broken
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Man that Corrupted Hadleyburg by Mark Twain: not happened. The subdued ecstasy in Gregory Yates's face could
mean but one thing--he was a mother-in-law short; it was another
mistake. "And Pinkerton--Pinkerton--he has collected ten cents that
he thought he was going to lose." And so on, and so on. In some
cases the guesses had to remain in doubt, in the others they proved
distinct errors. In the end Halliday said to himself, "Anyway it
roots up that there's nineteen Hadleyburg families temporarily in
heaven: I don't know how it happened; I only know Providence is off
duty to-day."
An architect and builder from the next State had lately ventured to
set up a small business in this unpromising village, and his sign
The Man that Corrupted Hadleyburg |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Lady Susan by Jane Austen: as to supersede the necessity of more. If we ARE to part, it will at least
be handsome to take your personal leave--but I have little heart to jest;
in truth, I am serious enough; for to be sunk, though but for an hour, in
your esteem Is a humiliation to which I know not how to submit. I shall
count every minute till your arrival.
S. V.
XXXVI
MR. DE COURCY TO LADY SUSAN
---- Hotel.
Why would you write to me? Why do you require particulars? But, since it
must be so, I am obliged to declare that all the accounts of your
Lady Susan |
