| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Exiles by Honore de Balzac: come from Flanders to study at the University of Paris. She hastily
put her hand into one of her pockets, pulled out four livres of
Tournay in large silver coinage, and looked at the pieces with an
expression of avarice mingled with terror.
"That, at any rate, is not false coin," said she, showing the silver
to her husband. "Besides," she went on, "how can I turn them out after
taking next year's rent paid in advance?"
"You had better inquire of the Dean of the Chapter," replied
Tirechair. "Is not it his business to tell us how we should deal with
these extraordinary persons?"
"Ay, truly extraordinary," cried Jacqueline. "To think of their
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from A Legend of Montrose by Walter Scott: modern sketch of a Scottish soldier of the old fashion, by a
masterhand, in the character of Lesmahagow, since the existence
of that doughty Captain alone must deprive the present author of
all claim to absolute originality. Still Dalgetty, as the
production of his own fancy, has been so far a favourite with its
parent, that he has fallen into the error of assigning to the
Captain too prominent a part in the story. This is the opinion of
a critic who encamps on the highest pinnacles of literature; and
the author is so far fortunate in having incurred his censure,
that it gives his modesty a decent apology for quoting the
praise, which it would have ill-befited him to bring forward in
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Faith of Men by Jack London: moisture. Possibly the most notable thing that occurred through
the weary weeks was the gliding of the temperature up to the
unprecedented height of fifteen below. To atone for this, outer
space smote the earth with its cold till the mercury froze and the
spirit thermometer remained more than seventy below for a
fortnight, when it burst. There was no telling how much colder it
was after that. Another occurrence, monotonous in its regularity,
was the lengthening of the nights, till day became a mere blink of
light between the darkness.
Neil Bonner was a social animal. The very follies for which he was
doing penance had been bred of his excessive sociability. And
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