| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from A Start in Life by Honore de Balzac: past four o'clock in the afternoon, and arrived gallantly at Isle-Adam
by ten at night. Proud of this service, which necessitated the hire of
an extra horse, Pierrotin was wont to say:--
"We went at a fine pace!"
But in order to do the twenty-seven miles in five hours with his
caravan, he was forced to omit certain stoppages along the road,--at
Saint-Brice, Moisselles, and La Cave.
The hotel du Lion d'Argent occupies a piece of land which is very deep
for its width. Though its frontage has only three or four windows on
the faubourg Saint-Denis, the building extends back through a long
court-yard, at the end of which are the stables, forming a large house
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Love and Friendship by Jane Austen: I happened to be passing by the door of the Court, and was
beckoned in by the Judge who told the Colonel that I was a Lady
ready to witness anything for the cause of Justice, and advised
him to apply to me. In short the Affair was soon adjusted. The
Colonel and I swore to its' being the right will, and Sir Thomas
has been obliged to resign all his illgotten wealth. The Colonel
in gratitude waited on me the next day with an offer of his hand
--. I am now going to murder my Sister.
Yours Ever,
Anna Parker.
A TOUR THROUGH WALES--
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from War and the Future by H. G. Wells: Strand Magazine./ Perhaps thirty yards on you pass a
cigarette end. After these sensational incidents the trench
quiets down again and continues to wind endlessly--just a sandy,
extremely narrow vertical walled trench. A giant crack.
At last you reach the front line trench. On an offensive sector
it has none of the architectural interest of first line trenches
at such places as Soissons or Arras. It was made a week or so
ago by joining up shell craters, and if all goes well we move
into the German trench along by the line of scraggy trees, at
which we peep discreetly, to-morrow night. We can peep
discreetly because just at present our guns are putting shrapnel
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