| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Life in the Iron-Mills by Rebecca Davis: "If I were t' witch dwarf, if I had t' money, wud hur thank me?
Wud hur take me out o' this place wid hur and Janey? I wud not
come into the gran' house hur wud build, to vex hur wid t'
hunch,--only at night, when t' shadows were dark, stand far off
to see hur."
Mad? Yes! Are many of us mad in this way?
"Poor Deb! poor Deb!" he said, soothingly.
"It is here," she said, suddenly, jerking into his hand a small
roll. "I took it! I did it! Me, me!--not hur! I shall be
hanged, I shall be burnt in hell, if anybody knows I took it!
Out of his pocket, as he leaned against t' bricks. Hur knows?"
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Historical Lecturers and Essays by Charles Kingsley: spirits; that highest philosophy which, though she can (as has been
sneeringly said of her) bake no bread, she--and she alone, can at
least do this--make men worthy to eat the bread which God has given
them.
I am bound to speak on such subjects, because I have never yet met,
or read of, the human company who did not require, now and then at
least, being reminded of such times and such personages--of
whatsoever things are just, pure, true, lovely, and of good report,
if there be any manhood and any praise to think, as St. Paul bids us
all, of such things, that we may keep up in our minds as much as
possible a lofty standard, a pure ideal, instead of sinking to the
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Case of the Golden Bullet by Grace Isabel Colbron and Augusta Groner: "No, it is not, sir," he growled. "I only did it this time because
I was anxious about the master. He's been so worked up and nervous
the last few days. Last night I went to the theatre, as I always
do Saturday evenings. When I returned, about half-past ten it was,
I knocked at the door of his bedroom. He didn't answer, and I
walked away softly, so as not to disturb him in case he'd gone to
sleep already. The hall was dark, and as I went through it I saw
a ray of light coming from the keyhole of the Professor's study.
That surprised me, because he never worked as late as that before.
I thought it over a moment, then I crept up and looked through
the keyhole."
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