| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from La Grande Breteche by Honore de Balzac: hat, took two or three steps towards the door, paused, and took the
crucifix. His wife was trembling with joy.
" 'He will go to Duvivier's,' thought she.
"As soon as he had left, Madame de Merret rang for Rosalie, and then
in a terrible voice she cried: 'The pick! Bring the pick! and set to
work. I saw how Gorenflot did it yesterday; we shall have time to make
a gap and build it up again.'
"In an instant Rosalie had brought her mistress a sort of cleaver;
she, with a vehemence of which no words can give an idea, set to work
to demolish the wall. She had already got out a few bricks, when,
turning to deal a stronger blow than before, she saw behind her
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Tom Grogan by F. Hopkinson Smith: only as far as the gate on the street whin one of the men came
a-runnin' after me. I thought he had fainted, and ran back as
fast as I could, but when I got me arms under him again--he was
dead."
"And all this seven years ago, Tom?" said Babcock in astonishment,
sinking back in his chair.
Tom bowed her head. The tears were trickling through her fingers
and falling on the coarse shawl.
"Yis; seven years ago this June." She paused for a moment, as if
the scene was passing before her in every detail, and then went
on: "Whin I come home I niver said a word to anybody but Jennie.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Betty Zane by Zane Grey: in a bucket of water, removed it and knocked it on the floor. A small, shiny
lead bullet rolled out. She rubbed it with a greasy rag and then dropped it in
a jar. For nearly forty hours, without sleep or rest, almost without food,
those brave girls had been at their post.
Silas Zane came running into the room. His face was ghastly, even his lips
were white and drawn.
"Sullivan, in God's name, what can we do? The powder is gone!" he cried in a
strident voice.
"Gone?" repeated several voices.
"Gone?" echoed Sullivan. "Where?"
"God knows. I found where the kegs stood a few days ago. There were marks in
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