| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from A Collection of Beatrix Potter by Beatrix Potter: "Spinach? ha! HA!" said he,
and accompanied her with alacrity.
He hopped so fast that Ribby--
had to run. It was most conspicuous.
All the village could see that
Ribby was fetching the doctor.
"I KNEW they would over-eat
themselves!" said Cousin Tabitha
Twitchit.
But while Ribby had been hunting
for the doctor--a curious thing
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Legend of Sleepy Hollow by Washington Irving: but occasionally the melancholy chirp of a cricket, or perhaps
the guttural twang of a bull-frog from a neighboring marsh, as if
sleeping uncomfortably and turning suddenly in his bed.
All the stories of ghosts and goblins that he had heard in
the afternoon now came crowding upon his recollection. The night
grew darker and darker; the stars seemed to sink deeper in the
sky, and driving clouds occasionally hid them from his sight. He
had never felt so lonely and dismal. He was, moreover,
approaching the very place where many of the scenes of the ghost
stories had been laid. In the centre of the road stood an
enormous tulip-tree, which towered like a giant above all the
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Wrong Box by Stevenson & Osbourne: address. What was the thoroughly prompt, manly, and businesslike
step? thought Gideon; and he answered himself at once: 'A
telegram, very laconic.' Speedily the wires were flashing the
following very important missive: 'Dickson, Langham Hotel. Villa
and persons both unknown here, suppose erroneous address; follow
self next train.--Forsyth.' And at the Langham Hotel, sure
enough, with a brow expressive of dispatch and intellectual
effort, Gideon descended not long after from a smoking hansom.
I do not suppose that Gideon will ever forget the Langham Hotel.
No Count Tarnow was one thing; no John Dickson and no Ezra
Thomas, quite another. How, why, and what next, danced in his
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