| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Nana, Miller's Daughter, Captain Burle, Death of Olivier Becaille by Emile Zola: such things should happen to trollops like her! Infinite was their
contempt for her among themselves. It was Lucy of whom they were
particularly jealous, for they were beside themselves at the thought
of her three princes. Since Lucy had begnn taking a daily morning
ride in the Bois they all had become Amazons, as though a mania
possessed them.
Day was about to dawn, and Nana turned her eyes away from the door,
for she was relinquishing all hope. The company were bored to
distraction. Rose Mignon had refused to sing the "Slipper" and sat
huddled up on a sofa, chatting in a low voice with Fauchery and
waiting for Mignon, who had by now won some fifty louis from
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Tono Bungay by H. G. Wells: "'Is predecessor," said Rabbits, who had acquired from some
clerical model a precise emphatic articulation without acquiring
at the same time the aspirates that would have graced it, "got
into trouble at Sydney."
"Haw!" said Mrs. Mackridge, scornfully, "so am tawled."
"'E came to Templemorton after 'e came back, and I remember them
talking 'im over after 'e'd gone again."
"Haw?" said Mrs. Mackridge, interrogatively.
"'Is fuss was quotin' poetry, ma'am. 'E said--what was it 'e
said--'They lef' their country for their country's good,'--which
in some way was took to remind them of their being originally
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Northanger Abbey by Jane Austen: in her own amendment, but her spirits were quite worn down;
and, to be silent and alone becoming soon her only wish,
she readily agreed to her mother's next counsel of going early
to bed. Her parents, seeing nothing in her ill looks and
agitation but the natural consequence of mortified feelings,
and of the unusual exertion and fatigue of such a journey,
parted from her without any doubt of their being soon
slept away; and though, when they all met the next morning,
her recovery was not equal to their hopes, they were still
perfectly unsuspicious of there being any deeper evil.
They never once thought of her heart, which, for the
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