| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Vision Splendid by William MacLeod Raine: cowards. But if you stand on your own feet like a man they'll
think more of you for it. Most of them will be glad to know you
again inside of five years. For you're going to be successful, and
people like the Merrills and the Gilmans bow down to success."
The lawyer shook his head doggedly. "I'm not going to tell a thing
I don't have to tell. That's settled." He hesitated a moment
before he went on. "I've got a reason why I want to stand well
with the Fromes, Jeff. I'm not in a position to risk anything."
Jeff waited. He thought he knew that reason.
"I'm going to marry Alice Frome if I can."
"You've asked her." Jeff's voice sounded to himself as if it
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Foolish Virgin by Thomas Dixon: which he drawled the words. Her heart fairly stopped
its beating. With the last ounce of courage left, she
held her place and answered:
"Yes!"
With the sudden crouch of a tiger he drew his
clenched fist to strike.
"Forget it!"
She sprang back with terror, her body trembling in
pitiful weakness.
"You snivelling little coward!" he growled.
"Oh, Jim, Jim," she faltered,--"you--you--couldn't
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Profits of Religion by Upton Sinclair: precise, out of the poverty of the pitiful peasantry of Italy.
There is included in the paper a form of bequest for "devoted
clients of Our Blessed Mother", and at the top of the editorial
page the most alluring of all baits for the loving hearts of the
flock--that the names of deceased relatives and friends may be
written in the collection books, and will be transferred to the
records of the Shrine, and these persons "will share in all its
spiritual benefits". In the days of Job it was with threats of
boils and poverty that the Priestly Lie maintained itself; but in
the case of this blackest of all Terrors, transplanted to our
free Republic from the heart of the Dark Ages, the wretched
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