| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Tom Sawyer, Detective by Mark Twain: on the nigger, and he kept swallowing, and put his other
hand up to his throat a couple of times, and at last he
got his words started, and says:
"Does he--does he--think--WHAT does he think! Tell him--tell
him--" Then he sunk down in his chair limp and weak,
and says, so as you could hardly hear him: "Go away--go away!"
The nigger looked scared and cleared out, and we all
felt--well, I don't know how we felt, but it was awful,
with the old man panting there, and his eyes set and looking
like a person that was dying. None of us could budge;
but Benny she slid around soft, with her tears running down,
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Songs of Travel by Robert Louis Stevenson: X. I know not how it is with you
XI. I will make you brooches and toys for your delight
XII. WE HAVE LOVED OF YORE - Berried brake and reedy island
XIII. MATTER TRIUMPHANS - Son of my woman's body, you go, to
the drum and fife
XIV. Bright is the ring of words
XV. In the highlands, in the country places
XVI. Home no more home to me, wither must I wander?
XVII. WINTER - In rigorous hours, when down the iron lane
XVIII. The stormy evening closes now in vain
XIX. TO DR. HAKE - In the beloved hour that ushers day
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Arrow of Gold by Joseph Conrad: own?"
"Yes, a fortune," said Mills. "But it was Allegre's fortune
before. . . And then there is Blunt's fortune: he lives by his
sword. And there is the fortune of his mother, I assure you a
perfectly charming, clever, and most aristocratic old lady, with
the most distinguished connections. I really mean it. She doesn't
live by her sword. She . . . she lives by her wits. I have a
notion that those two dislike each other heartily at times. . .
Here we are."
The victoria stopped in the side alley, bordered by the low walls
of private grounds. We got out before a wrought-iron gateway which
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