| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Allan Quatermain by H. Rider Haggard: and in this we were fortunately successful, pulling her into
the canoe (amidst the shouts of the spectators) considerably
exhausted and frightened, but otherwise unhurt.
Meanwhile the boats had gathered together at a distance, and
we could see that the occupants, who were evidently much frightened,
were consulting what to do. Without giving them time for further
consideration, which we thought might result unfavourably to
ourselves, we instantly took our paddles and advanced towards
them, Good standing in the bow and taking off his cocked hat
politely in ever direction, his amiable features suffused by
a bland but intelligent smile. Most of the craft retreated as
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Pocket Diary Found in the Snow by Grace Isabel Colbron and Augusta Groner: taken up his hat, did not go. The sick man had seen the light flash
up in the eyes of the other as he named the sum. He thought he
understood this excitement, but it touched him unpleasantly and he
sank back, almost frightened, in his cushions as the detective bent
over him with the words "Good. Do not forget your promise, for I
will save Miss Langen or avenge her. But I do not want the money
for myself. It is to go to those who have been unjustly convicted
and thus ruined for life. It may give the one or the other of them
a better chance for the future."
"And you? what good do you get from that?" asked the old gentleman,
astonished. A soft smile illumined the detective's plain features
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Tanglewood Tales by Nathaniel Hawthorne: making the corn grow in some far distant country. Nor could it
have availed her poor daughter, even had she been within
hearing; for no sooner did Proserpina begin to cry out, than
the stranger leaped to the ground, caught the child in his
arms, and again mounted the chariot, shook the reins, and
shouted to the four black horses to set off. They immediately
broke into so swift a gallop, that it seemed rather like flying
through the air than running along the earth. In a moment,
Proserpina lost sight of the pleasant vale of Enna, in which
she had always dwelt. Another instant, and even the summit of
Mount Aetna had become so blue in the distance, that she could
Tanglewood Tales |
