| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Wrong Box by Stevenson & Osbourne: Colour-Sergeant Brand of the Blankth. That'll tell you if I'm a
drinking man or not.' It might and it might not, thus a Greek
chorus would have intervened, and gone on to point out how very
far it fell short of telling why the sergeant was tramping a
country lane in tatters; or even to argue that he must have
pretermitted some while ago his labours for the general defence,
and (in the interval) possibly turned his attention to oakum. But
there was no Greek chorus present; and the man of war went on to
contend that drinking was one thing and a friendly glass another.
In the Blue Lion, which was the name of the country public-house,
Colour-Sergeant Brand introduced his new friend, Mr Harker, to a
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Bab:A Sub-Deb, Mary Roberts Rinehart by Mary Roberts Rinehart: have spoken, if not our vocal chords." Seeing his eyes on me I
added, "if you do not beleive that Soul can cry unto Soul, Carter,
I shall go no further."
"Oh!" he exclaimed. "There is more, is there? I trust it is not
painfull, because I have stood as much as I can now without
breaking down."
"Nothing of which I am ashamed," I said, rising to my full height.
"I have come to you for help, Carter. THAT PLAY MUST NOT FAIL."
We faced each other over those vitle words--faced, and found no solution.
"Is it a good Play?" he asked, at last.
"It is a beautiful Play. Oh, Carter, when at the end he takes his
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Lady Susan by Jane Austen: impudent mind; at least I was myself prepared for an improper degree of
confidence in Lady Susan; but her countenance is absolutely sweet, and her
voice and manner winningly mild. I am sorry it is so, for what is this but
deceit? Unfortunately, one knows her too well. She is clever and agreeable,
has all that knowledge of the world which makes conversation easy, and
talks very well, with a happy command of language, which is too often used,
I believe, to make black appear white. She has already almost persuaded me
of her being warmly attached to her daughter, though I have been so long
convinced to the contrary. She speaks of her with so much tenderness and
anxiety, lamenting so bitterly the neglect of her education, which she
represents however as wholly unavoidable, that I am forced to recollect how
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