| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Young Forester by Zane Grey: trail. Jim leaned against the door-post, and the three fellows before him
stood rigid as stone.
Suddenly a form leaped past Jim. It was Dick Leslie, bareheaded, his hair
standing like a lion's mane, and he had a cocked rifle in his hands. Close
behind him came old Hiram Bent, slower, more cautious, but no less
formidable. As these men glanced around with fiery eyes the quick look of
relief that shot across their faces told of ungrounded fears.
"Where's Buell?" sharply queried Dick.
Jim Williams did not reply, and a momentary silence ensued.
"Buell lit out after the Greaser," said Bill, finally.
"Cut and run, did he? That's his speed," grimly said Dick. "Here, Bent,
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Cavalry General by Xenophon: to both states, or maybe merchants (since states are ready to receive
the importer of goods with open arms); sham deserters may be found
occasionally useful.[10] Not, of course, that the confidence you feel
in your spies must ever cause you to neglect outpost duty; indeed your
state of preparation should at any moment be precisely what it ought
to be, supposing the approach or the imminent arrival of the enemy
were to be announced. Let a spy be ever so faithful, there is always
the risk he may fail to report his intelligence at the critical
moment, since the obstacles which present themselves in war are not to
be counted on the fingers.
[10] Cf. "Cyrop." VI. i. 39, where one of the Persians, Araspas,
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Sarrasine by Honore de Balzac: love me.'
" 'Why?' said she; 'for what good purpose? You think me pretty. But
you are a Frenchman, and your fancy will pass away. Ah! you would not
love me as I should like to be loved.'
" 'How?'
" 'Purely, with no mingling of vulgar passion. I abhor men even more,
perhaps than I hate women. I need to take refuge in friendship. The
world is a desert to me. I am an accursed creature, doomed to
understand happiness, to feel it, to desire it, and like many, many
others, compelled to see it always fly from me. Remember, signor, that
I have not deceived you. I forbid you to love me. I can be a devoted
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