| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Memories and Portraits by Robert Louis Stevenson: Bough and I sitting there cheek by jowl, with our feet upon our
baggage, in a beautiful, clear, northern summer eve. And behold!
there was now a pier of stone, there were rows of sheds, railways,
travelling-cranes, a street of cottages, an iron house for the
resident engineer, wooden bothies for the men, a stage where the
courses of the tower were put together experimentally, and behind
the settlement a great gash in the hillside where granite was
quarried. In the bay, the steamer lay at her moorings. All day
long there hung about the place the music of chinking tools; and
even in the dead of night, the watchman carried his lantern to and
fro in the dark settlement and could light the pipe of any midnight
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Outlaw of Torn by Edgar Rice Burroughs: chambers, and finally stopped before a blank wall in a
great oak-panelled room.
Here the girl felt with swift fingers the edge of the
molding; more and more rapidly she moved as the
sound of hurrying footsteps resounded through the
castle.
"What is wrong?" asked Norman of Torn, noticing
her increasing perturbation.
"Mon Dieu!" she cried. "Can I be wrong! Surely
this is the room. Oh, my friend, that I should have
brought you to all this by my willfulness and vanity;
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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: will stay, and nebber follow dat buckra back
to dis hot quarter no more, let him be eber so
good."
I thanked him; and just as I took the boots up
and started off, he caught my hand between his
two, and gave it a hearty shake, and, with tears
streaming down his cheeks, said:--
"God bless you, broder, and may de Lord be wid
you. When you gets de freedom, and sitin under
your own wine and fig-tree, don't forget to pray
for poor Pompey."
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