The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court by Mark Twain: he comes about nine-thirty to inspect us for the night,
we will seize him, gag him, batter him, and early in
the morning we will march out of this town, proprietors
of this caravan of slaves."
That was as far as I went, but the king was charmed
and satisfied. That evening we waited patiently for
our fellow-slaves to get to sleep and signify it by the
usual sign, for you must not take many chances on
those poor fellows if you can avoid it. It is best to
keep your own secrets. No doubt they fidgeted only
about as usual, but it didn't seem so to me. It seemed
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Mysterious Affair at Styles by Agatha Christie: noticed it."
"It does not matter," said Poirot, not betraying any sign of
disappointment. "Now I want to ask you about something else.
There is a saucepan in Mrs. Inglethorp's room with some coco in
it. Did she have that every night?"
"Yes, sir, it was put in her room every evening, and she warmed
it up in the night--whenever she fancied it."
"What was it? Plain coco?"
"Yes, sir, made with milk, with a teaspoonful of sugar, and two
teaspoonfuls of rum in it."
"Who took it to her room?"
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Glasses by Henry James: was going away he asked me from what source at Folkestone the
horrid tale had proceeded. When I had given him, as I saw no
reason not to do, the name of Mrs. Meldrum he exclaimed: "Oh I
know all about her; she's a friend of some friends of mine!" At
this I remembered wilful Betty and said to myself that I knew some
one who would probably prove more wilful still.
CHAPTER VIII
A few days later I again heard Dawling on my stairs, and even
before he passed my threshold I knew he had something to tell.
"I've been down to Folkestone--it was necessary I should see her!"
I forget whether he had come straight from the station; he was at
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