| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from 1492 by Mary Johntson: always, I thought, for adventure and marvel. Here
it happened--? And here it happened--?
To-night we fell to talk of the Pinzons--Martin who
was dead, and Vicente who now was on Ocean-Sea, on a
voyage of his own--and of others who had sailed, and
what they found and where they were. We were at ease
about the Admiral. We had had letters.
He was in Granada, dressed again in crimson and gold,
towering again with his silver head, honored and praised.
When first he came into the Queen's presence she had
trembled a little and turned pale, and there was water in her
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Westward Ho! by Charles Kingsley: the mizzen rigging, loud and clear amid the roar.
He has not called in vain. Fearless and graceful as ever, the
tall, mail-clad figure of his foe leaps up upon the poop-railing,
twenty feet above Amyas's head, and shouts through his vizor,--
"At your service, sir whosoever you may be."
A dozen muskets and arrows are levelled at him; but Amyas frowns
them down. "No man strikes him but I. Spare him, if you kill
every other soul on board. Don Guzman! I am Captain Sir Amyas
Leigh; I proclaim you a traitor and a ravisher, and challenge you
once more to single combat, when and where you will."
"You are welcome to come on board me, sir," answers the Spaniard,
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Damnation of Theron Ware by Harold Frederic: it will do me all sorts of good."
He closed his eyes; and Alice, regarding his upturned
face anxiously, decided that already it looked more at
peace than awhile ago.
"Well, I hope you'll be better when I get back," she said,
as she began preparations for the evening service.
These consisted in combing stiffly back the strands of
light-brown hair which, during the day, had exuberantly
loosened themselves over her temples into something
almost like curls; in fastening down upon this rebellious
hair a plain brown-straw bonnet, guiltless of all
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