| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Finished by H. Rider Haggard: not sleep well that night. I was fearful of I knew not what, and
so, I think, was Lost, for he fidgeted and kept poking me with
his nose. At last, I think it must have been about two hours
after midnight, he began to growl. I could hear nothing,
although my ears are sharp, but as he went on growling I crept to
the door-hole and drew aside the board. Lost slipped out and
vanished, while I waited, listening. Presently I thought I heard
a soft foot-fall and a whisper, also that I saw the shape of a
woman which reminded me of Nombe, shown faintly by the starlight.
It vanished in a moment and Lost returned wagging his tail, as he
might well have done if it were Nombe who was attached to the
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Iron Puddler by James J. Davis: from the slag. The "balling" of this sponge into three loaves is
a task that occupies from ten to fifteen minutes. The particles
of iron glowing in this spongy mass are partly welded together;
they are sticky and stringy and as the cooling continues they are
rolled up into wads like popcorn balls. The charge, which lost
part of its original weight by the draining off of slag, now
weighs five hundred fifty to six hundred pounds. I am balling it
into three parts of equal weight. If the charge is six hundred
pounds, each of my balls must weigh exactly two hundred pounds.
I have always been proud of the "batting eye" that enables an
iron puddler to shape the balls to the exact weight required.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from An International Episode by Henry James: "I said just now I didn't want to know anything about the affair;
but I will confess that I am curious to learn whether you
propose to marry Miss Bessie Alden."
On this point Lord Lambeth gave his interlocutor no immediate satisfaction;
he was musing, with a frown. "By Jove," he said, "they go rather too far.
They SHALL find me dangerous--I promise them."
Percy Beaumont began to laugh. "You don't redeem your promises.
You said the other day you would make your mother call."
Lord Lambeth continued to meditate. "I asked her to call,"
he said simply.
"And she declined?"
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