| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Scenes from a Courtesan's Life by Honore de Balzac: lad was supposed to be about eighteen years old, for the whole month
he must have been nursing that brat (nourri ce poupon, i.e. hatching
the crime).
The lawyers thought he must have had accomplices. The chimney-pots
were measured and compared with the size of Manon la Blonde's body to
see if she could have got in that way; but a child of six could not
have passed up or down those red-clay pipes, which, in modern
buildings, take the place of the vast chimneys of old-fashioned
houses. But for this singular and annoying difficulty, Theodore would
have been executed within a week. The prison chaplain, it has been
seen, could make nothing of him.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Master of Ballantrae by Robert Louis Stevenson: all the country-side, and yet he was never stirred. Of all these
so-many and so-different persons who were acquainted with his
presence, none had the least greed - as I used to say in my
annoyance - or the least loyalty; and the man rode here and there -
fully more welcome, considering the lees of old unpopularity, than
Mr. Henry - and considering the freetraders, far safer than myself.
Not but what he had a trouble of his own; and this, as it brought
about the gravest consequences, I must now relate. The reader will
scarce have forgotten Jessie Broun; her way of life was much among
the smuggling party; Captain Crail himself was of her intimates;
and she had early word of Mr. Bally's presence at the house. In my
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Tattine by Ruth Ogden [Mrs. Charles W. Ide]: shake of the head, as though very much better pleased with what she saw there.
A pair of chickens lay ready for broiling on a blue china platter. Several
ears of corn were husked ready for the pot they were to be boiled in. A plate
of cold potatoes looked as though waiting for the frying-pan, and from the
depths of a glass fruit-dish a beautiful pile of Fall-pippins towered up to a
huge red apple at the top.
"Indade, thin, but we'll do our best," said Mrs. Kirk, "to make it as
different from what you be calling a city 'At Home' as possible, and now
suppose you let Patrick take you over our bit of a farm, and see what you
foind to interest you, and I'm going wid yer, while ye have a look at my
geese, for there's not the loike of my geese at any of the big gentlemin's
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