| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Mysterious Island by Jules Verne: Many specimens of the porcine race fled before them, and these animals,
which were singularly active, did not appear to be in a humor to allow
themselves to be approached.
However, after an hour's chase, the hunters had just managed to get hold
of a couple lying in a thicket, when cries were heard resounding from the
north part of the island, With the cries were mingled terrible yells, in
which there was nothing human.
Pencroft and Gideon Spilett were at once on their feet, and the pigs by
this movement began to run away, at the moment when the sailor was getting
ready the rope to bind them.
"That's Herbert's voice," said the reporter.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Letters of Two Brides by Honore de Balzac: and returned to our country life without allowing the education and
prospects of the three children to suffer. A mother, my sweet, is
hardly called on to be a Decius, especially at a time when the type is
rare. In fifteen years from now, l'Estorade will be able to retire to
La Crampade on a good pension, having found a place as referendary for
Armand in the Audit Department.
As for Rene, the navy will doubtless make a diplomatist of him. The
little rogue, at seven years old, has all the cunning of an old
Cardinal.
Oh! Louise, I am indeed a happy mother. My children are an endless
source of joy to me.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Adam Bede by George Eliot: in a dubitative manner and giving a precautionary puff to his pipe
between each sentence, "I don't know. Th' war's a fine thing for
the country, an' how'll you keep up prices wi'out it? An' them
French are a wicked sort o' folks, by what I can make out. What
can you do better nor fight 'em?"
"Ye're partly right there, Poyser," said Mr. Craig, "but I'm not
again' the peace--to make a holiday for a bit. We can break it
when we like, an' I'm in no fear o' Bony, for all they talk so
much o' his cliverness. That's what I says to Mills this morning.
Lor' bless you, he sees no more through Bony!...why, I put him up
to more in three minutes than he gets from's paper all the year
Adam Bede |
