| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Virginian by Owen Wister: down on Box Elder. That's what you'll be expectin' some of these
days, I hope."
"Yes," murmured the Virginian, "I hope so too."
"And I don't guess," said Lin, "that you and I will do much
shufflin' of other folks' children any more."
Whereupon he and the Virginian shook hands silently, and
understood each other very well.
On the day that the Virginian parted with Molly, beside the
weight of farewell which lay heavy on his heart, his thoughts
were also grave with news. The cattle thieves had grown more
audacious. Horses and cattle both were being missed, and each man
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Under the Red Robe by Stanley Weyman: Our way lay down the valley of the Gers, under poplars and by
long rows of willows, and presently the sun came out and warmed
us. Unfortunately the rain of the day before had swollen the
brooks which crossed our path, and we more than once had a
difficulty in fording them. Noon found us little more than half
way to Lectoure, and I was growing each minute more impatient
when our road, which had for a little while left the river bank,
dropped down to it again, and I saw before us another crossing,
half ford half slough. My men tried it gingerly and gave back
and tried it again in another place; and finally, just as
Mademoiselle and her brother came up to them, floundered through
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Black Arrow by Robert Louis Stevenson: done to go the faster, for his hurt is grievous," returned the lad.
"I am straight for him," was the reply. "Well, we have all our
sins. We must all come to our latter day, good Richard."
"Ay, sir; and it were well if we all came fairly," answered Dick.
The priest dropped his eyes, and with an inaudible benediction
hurried on.
"He, too!" thought Dick - "he, that taught me in piety! Nay, then,
what a world is this, if all that care for me be blood-guilty of my
father's death? Vengeance! Alas! what a sore fate is mine, if I
must be avenged upon my friends!"
The thought put Matcham in his head. He smiled at the remembrance
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