| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Les Miserables by Victor Hugo: contemplation of something terrible.
He was absorbed, in fact.
Athwart the unhealthy perceptions of an incomplete nature and
a crushed intelligence, he was confusedly conscious that some
monstrous thing was resting on him. In that obscure and wan
shadow within which he crawled, each time that he turned his
neck and essayed to raise his glance, he perceived with terror,
mingled with rage, a sort of frightful accumulation of things,
collecting and mounting above him, beyond the range of his vision,--
laws, prejudices, men, and deeds,--whose outlines escaped him,
whose mass terrified him, and which was nothing else than that
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from St. Ives by Robert Louis Stevenson: fortunately? And, indeed, to be frank with you, I should have set
my face against it, if you had! Let them go! They are paid and
contented, and have the highest possible opinion of Mr. St. Ivey!
When I gave them fifty pounds apiece - which was rather more than
enough, Mr. Ducie, whatever you may think - the man Todd, who has
the only tongue of the party, struck his staff on the ground.
"Weel," says he, "I aye said he was a gentleman!" "Man, Todd,"
said I, "that was just what Mr St. Ivey said of yourself!"'
'So it was a case of "Compliments fly when gentlefolk meet."'
'No, no, Mr. Ducie, man Todd and man Candlish are gone out of your
life, and a good riddance! They are fine fellows in their way, but
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Young Forester by Zane Grey: explain. He kept with me, still he remained in the office while I went
up-stairs. Somehow this suited me, for I did not want him to see the broken
window. I took a few things from my grip and rolled them in a bundle. Then
I took a little leather case of odds and ends I had always carried when
camping and slipped it into my pocket. Hurrying down-stairs I left my grip
with the porter, wrote and mailed a postal card to my father, and followed
the impatient Buell.
"You see, it's a smart lick of a ride to Penetier, and I want to get there
before dark," he explained, kindly.
I could have shouted for very glee when I saw the black mustang saddled and
bridled.
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