| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Vailima Letters by Robert Louis Stevenson: always the exotic question, and everything, the life, the
place, the dialects - trader's talk, which is a strange
conglomerate of literary expressions and English and American
slang, and Beach de Mar, or native English, - the very trades
and hopes and fears of the characters, are all novel, and may
be found unwelcome to that great, hulking, bullering whale,
the public.
Since I wrote, I have been likewise drawing up a document to
send it to the President; it has been dreadfully delayed, not
by me, but to-day they swear it will be sent in. A list of
questions about the dynamite report are herein laid before
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Illustrious Gaudissart by Honore de Balzac: devotion shown by provincials who consecrate their lives to the care
of sufferers, possibly because of the disgrace heaped upon a
bourgeoise if she allows her husband or children to be taken to a
public hospital? Moreover, who does not know the repugnance which
these people feel to the payment of the two or three thousand francs
required at Charenton or in the private lunatic asylums? If any one
had spoken to Madame Margaritis of Doctors Dubuisson, Esquirol,
Blanche, and others, she would have preferred, with noble indignation,
to keep her thousands and take care of the "good-man" at home.
As the incomprehensible whims of this lunatic are connected with the
current of our story, we are compelled to exhibit the most striking of
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Betty Zane by Zane Grey: "Yes, he told me, and it made me very angry," said Betty, raising her head.
There was a bright red spot in each cheek. "You--you seemed to think you--that
I--well--I did not like it."
"I think I understand; but you are entirely wrong. I have never thought you
cared for me. My wildest dreams never left me any confidence. Col. Zane and
Wetzel both had some deluded notion that you cared--"
"But they had no right to say that or to think it," said Betty, passionately.
She sprang to her feet, scattering the daisies over the grass. "For them to
presume that I cared for you is absurd. I never gave them any reason to think
so, for--for I--I don't."
"Very well, then, there is nothing more to be said," answered Alfred, in a
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