| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The White Moll by Frank L. Packard: groveling misery, while the mumbling voice, now whining and pleading,
now servile, now plucking up courage to indulge in abuse, kept on
without even, it seemed, a pause for breath. And she could see the
Adventurer, quite unmoved, quite debonair, a curiously patient smile
on his face, standing there, much nearer to her, his right hand in
the side pocket of his coat, a somewhat significant habit of his,
his left hand holding a sheaf of folded, legal-looking documents.
And then she heard the Adventurer speak.
"What a flow of words!" said the Adventurer, in a bored voice.
"You will forgive me, my dear Mr. Viner, if I appear to be facetious,
which I am not - but money talks."
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Land of Footprints by Stewart Edward White: inclination either to attack or to depart, but was willing to
back whatever play his friend might decide on. The friend charged
toward us until we began to think he meant battle, stopped,
thought a moment, and then, followed by his companion, trotted
slowly across our bows about eighty yards away, while we
continued our long range practice at the lions over their backs.
In this we were not winning many cigars. F. had a 280-calibre
rifle shooting the Ross cartridge through the much advertised
grooveless oval bore. It was little accurate beyond a hundred
yards. Memba Sasa had thrust the 405 into my hand, knowing it for
the "lion gun," and kept just out of reach with the long-range
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Running a Thousand Miles for Freedom by William and Ellen Craft: part, the gentlemen left the carriage at Gordon,
for Milledgeville (the capital of the State).
We arrived at Savannah early in the evening,
and got into an omnibus, which stopped at the
hotel for the passengers to take tea. I stepped
into the house and brought my master something
on a tray to the omnibus, which took us in due
time to the steamer, which was bound for Charles-
ton, South Carolina.
Soon after going on board, my master turned in;
and as the captain and some of the passengers
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