| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Door in the Wall, et. al. by H. G. Wells: along side by side. Raut answered Horrocks vaguely. What, he
asked himself, had really happened on the line? Was he deluding
himself with his own fancies, or had Horrocks actually held him
back in the way of the train? Had he just been within an ace of
being murdered?
Suppose this slouching, scowling monster DID know
anything? For a minute or two then Raut was really afraid for his
life, but the mood passed as he reasoned with himself. After all,
Horrocks might have heard nothing. At any rate, he had pulled him
out of the way in time. His odd manner might be due to the mere
vague jealousy he had shown once before. He was talking now of the
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Wrong Box by Stevenson & Osbourne: was very like his uncle's houseboat; it was exceedingly like--it
was identical. But for two circumstances, he could have sworn it
was the same. The first, that his uncle had gone to Maidenhead,
might be explained away by that flightiness of purpose which is
so common a trait among the more than usually manly. The second,
however, was conclusive: it was not in the least like Mr
Bloomfield to display a banner on his floating residence; and if
he ever did, it would certainly be dyed in hues of emblematical
propriety. Now the Squirradical, like the vast majority of the
more manly, had drawn knowledge at the wells of Cambridge--he was
wooden spoon in the year 1850; and the flag upon the houseboat
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Chance by Joseph Conrad: perceived a flavour of revolt.
And so the altercation in the night went on, over the irremediable.
He arguing "What's the hurry? Why clear out like this?" perhaps a
little sorry for the girl and as usual without a penny in his
pocket, appreciating the comfortable quarters, wishing to linger on
as long as possible in the shameless enjoyment of this already
doomed luxury. There was really no hurry for a few days. Always
time enough to vanish. And, with that, a touch of masculine
softness, a sort of regard for appearances surviving his
degradation: "You might behave decently at the last, Eliza." But
there was no softness in the sallow face under the gala effect of
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