| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from End of the Tether by Joseph Conrad: paupers here.' I scared him. But look at the trouble
all this gave me."
"You would not have had any trouble," Captain Whal-
ley said almost involuntarily, "if you had sent for
me."
Captain Eliott was immensely amused; he shook with
laughter as he walked. But suddenly he stopped laugh-
ing. A vague recollection had crossed his mind. Hadn't
he heard it said at the time of the Travancore and Deccan
smash that poor Whalley had been cleaned out com-
pletely. "Fellow's hard up, by heavens!" he thought;
End of the Tether |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Pupil by Henry James: there was no better company in Europe? Mrs. Moreen herself took to
appealing to him as a man of the world; she said "Voyons, mon
cher," and "My dear man, look here now"; and urged him to be
reasonable, putting it before him that it was truly a chance for
him. She spoke as if, according as he SHOULD be reasonable, he
would prove himself worthy to be her son's tutor and of the
extraordinary confidence they had placed in him.
After all, Pemberton reflected, it was only a difference of theory
and the theory didn't matter much. They had hitherto gone on that
of remunerated, as now they would go on that of gratuitous,
service; but why should they have so many words about it? Mrs.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Long Odds by H. Rider Haggard: long line of billows of what looked like the finest cotton wool tossed
up lightly with a pitchfork. It was the fever mist. Out from among the
scrub, too, came little spirals of vapour, as though there were hundreds
of tiny fires alight in it--reek rising from thousands of tons of
rotting vegetation. It was a beautiful place, but the beauty was the
beauty of death; and all those lines and blots of vapour wrote one great
word across the surface of the country, and that word was 'fever.'
"It was a dreadful year of illness that. I came, I remember, to one
little kraal of Knobnoses, and went up to it to see if I could get some
'maas', or curdled butter-milk, and a few mealies. As I drew near I was
struck with the silence of the place. No children began to chatter, and
Long Odds |
