| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from A Legend of Montrose by Walter Scott: suppress a smile.
"Devil take that old man," said M'Aulay, "he would tell every
thing, were it to cost one's life; but it's no jesting matter to
you neither, my lord, for I reckon on your friendly and fraternal
benevolence, as a near kinsman of our house, to help me out with
the money due to these pock-puddings; or else, to be plain wi'
ye, the deil a M'Aulay will there be at the muster, for curse me
if I do not turn Covenanter rather than face these fellows
without paying them; and, at the best, I shall be ill enough off,
getting both the scaith and the scorn."
"You may suppose, cousin," said Lord Menteith, "I am not too well
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Lost Princess of Oz by L. Frank Baum: inasmuch as they were uncertain how long they would be gone. This
sailor man was called Cap'n Bill. He was a former friend and comrade
of Trot and had encountered many adventures in company with the little
girl. I think he was sorry he could not go with her on this trip, but
Glinda the Sorceress had asked Cap'n Bill to remain in the Emerald
City and take charge of the royal palace while everyone else was away,
and the one-legged sailor had agreed to do so.
They loaded the back end of the Red Wagon with everything they thought
they might need, and then they formed a procession and marched from
the palace through the Emerald City to the great gates of the wall
that surrounded this beautiful capital of the Land of Oz. Crowds of
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from An Ideal Husband by Oscar Wilde: having tableaux, don't you? The Triumph of something, I don't know
what! I hope it will be triumph of me. Only triumph I am really
interested in at present. [Kisses LADY CHILTERN and goes out; then
comes running back.] Oh, Gertrude, do you know who is coming to see
you? That dreadful Mrs. Cheveley, in a most lovely gown. Did you
ask her?
LADY CHILTERN. [Rising.] Mrs. Cheveley! Coming to see me?
Impossible!
MABEL CHILTERN. I assure you she is coming upstairs, as large as
life and not nearly so natural.
LADY CHILTERN. You need not wait, Mabel. Remember, Lady Basildon is
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