| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Outlaw of Torn by Edgar Rice Burroughs: man of Torn. 'The spell of moonlight and adventure is
no longer upon us'--those are your own words, and
still I am glad to call you friend."
The little emphasis she put upon the last word be-
spoke the finality of her decision that the Outlaw of
Torn could be no more than friend to her.
"It is best," he replied, relieved that, as he thought,
she felt no love for him now that she knew him for
what he really was. "Nothing good could come to such
as you, Joan, if the Devil of Torn could claim more of
you than friendship; and so I think that for your peace
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The United States Constitution: at the Session of their respective Houses, and in going to and returning
from the same; and for any Speech or Debate in either House,
they shall not be questioned in any other Place.
No Senator or Representative shall, during the Time for which he was elected,
be appointed to any civil Office under the authority of the United States,
which shall have been created, or the Emoluments whereof shall have been
increased during such time; and no Person holding any Office under the
United States, shall be a Member of either House during his Continuance
in Office.
Section 7. All Bills for raising Revenue shall originate in the
House of Representatives; but the Senate may propose or concur with
The United States Constitution |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Wrong Box by Stevenson & Osbourne: is in no trifling matter that I invoke your valuable assistance,
for need I say more than it concerns the welfare of Mr
Semitopolis's statue of Hercules? I write you in great agitation
of mind; for I have made all enquiries, and greatly fear that
this work of ancient art has been mislaid. I labour besides under
another perplexity, not unconnected with the first. Pray excuse
the inelegance of this scrawl, and believe me yours in haste,
William D. Pitman.'
Armed with this he set forth and rang the bell of No. 233 King's
Road, the private residence of Michael Finsbury. He had met the
lawyer at a time of great public excitement in Chelsea; Michael,
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