| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Damnation of Theron Ware by Harold Frederic: tied by the tails slung across his shoulder, stood at
the entrance to the glade, some dozen paces away,
regarding them with undisguised interest. Upon the discovery
that he was in turn observed, he resumed his interrupted
progress through the woods, whistling softly as he went,
and vanished among the trees.
"Heavens above!" groaned Theron, shudderingly.
"Know him?" he went on, in answer to the glance of inquiry on
his companion's face. "I should think I did! He spades my--
my wife's garden for her. He used to bring our milk.
He works in the law office of one of my trustees--
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Weir of Hermiston by Robert Louis Stevenson: hallucination left him - he saw them again in the place of the ambuscade
- and the thirst of vengeance seized on his dying mind. Raising himself
and pointing with an imperious finger into the black night from which he
had come, he uttered the single command, "Brocken Dykes," and fainted.
He had never been loved, but he had been feared in honour. At that
sight, at that word, gasped out at them from a toothless and bleeding
mouth, the old Elliott spirit awoke with a shout in the four sons.
"Wanting the hat," continues my author, Kirstie, whom I but haltingly
follow, for she told this tale like one inspired, "wanting guns, for
there wasna twa grains o' pouder in the house, wi' nae mair weepons than
their sticks into their hands, the fower o' them took the road. Only
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Black Beauty by Anna Sewell: so suitable for it as yourself. You understand horses,
and somehow they understand you, and in time you might set up for yourself;
I think you could not do better. If in any way I can help you, write to me.
I shall speak to my agent in London, and leave your character with him."
Master gave John the name and address, and then he thanked him
for his long and faithful service; but that was too much for John.
"Pray, don't, sir, I can't bear it; you and my dear mistress have done
so much for me that I could never repay it. But we shall never forget you,
sir, and please God, we may some day see mistress back again like herself;
we must keep up hope, sir." Master gave John his hand, but he did not speak,
and they both left the stable.
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