| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Black Arrow by Robert Louis Stevenson: "Nay, he is a brave lad - I know it," said Lord Foxham. "Content
ye, then, Sir Richard. I have compounded this affair with Master
Hamley, and to-morrow ye shall wed."
Whereupon Dick judged it prudent to withdraw; but he was not yet
clear of the refectory, when a man, but newly alighted at the gate,
came running four stairs at a bound, and, brushing through the
abbey servants, threw himself on one knee before the duke.
"Victory, my lord," he cried.
And before Dick had got to the chamber set apart for him as Lord
Foxham's guest, the troops in the holm were cheering around their
fires; for upon that same day, not twenty miles away, a second
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Mistress Wilding by Rafael Sabatini: convenient to his lordship to forget it. Think you he would care to
have it known that `twas to such a chance he owes the preservation of
his army?" He laughed, and added in a voice of much sly meaning,
"The times are full of peril. There's Kirke and his lambs. And there's
no saying how Kirke might act did he chance to learn what Richard failed
to do that night when he was left to guard the rear at Newlington's!"
"Would you inform him of it?" cried Richard, between anger and alarm.
Blake thrust out his hands in a gesture of horrified repudiation.
"Richard!" he cried in deep reproof and again, "Richard!"
"What other tongue has he to fear?" asked Ruth. "Am I the only one who
knows of it?" cried Blake. "Oh, madam, why will you ever do me such
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from 1984 by George Orwell: which can see small objects but not large ones. And when memory failed and
written records were falsified--when that happened, the claim of the Party
to have improved the conditions of human life had got to be accepted,
because there did not exist, and never again could exist, any standard
against which it could be tested.
At this moment his train of thought stopped abruptly. He halted and looked
up. He was in a narrow street, with a few dark little shops, interspersed
among dwelling-houses. Immediately above his head there hung three
discoloured metal balls which looked as if they had once been gilded. He
seemed to know the place. Of course! He was standing outside the junk-shop
where he had bought the diary.
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