| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Lone Star Ranger by Zane Grey: you might draw your gun?" asked Miss Ruth.
"I guess that's about it," he replied.
"Cousin," said Miss Longstreth, thoughtfully, "it was fortunate
for us that this gentleman happened to be here. Papa
scouts--laughs at danger. He seemed to think there was no
danger. Yet he raved after it came."
"Go with us all the way to Fairdale--please?" asked Miss Ruth,
sweetly offering her hand. "I am Ruth Herbert. And this is my
cousin, Ray Longstreth."
"I'm traveling that way," replied Duane, in great confusion. He
did not know how to meet the situation.
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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: lordship.
CHAPTER II - FATHER AND SON
MY Lord Justice-Clerk was known to many; the man Adam Weir perhaps to
none. He had nothing to explain or to conceal; he sufficed wholly and
silently to himself; and that part of our nature which goes out (too
often with false coin) to acquire glory or love, seemed in him to be
omitted. He did not try to be loved, he did not care to be; it is
probable the very thought of it was a stranger to his mind. He was an
admired lawyer, a highly unpopular judge; and he looked down upon those
who were his inferiors in either distinction, who were lawyers of less
grasp or judges not so much detested. In all the rest of his days and
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Jolly Corner by Henry James: blindly for the greater staircase, left gaping rooms and sounding
passages behind. Here was the top of the stairs, with a fine large
dim descent and three spacious landings to mark off. His instinct
was all for mildness, but his feet were harsh on the floors, and,
strangely, when he had in a couple of minutes become aware of this,
it counted somehow for help. He couldn't have spoken, the tone of
his voice would have scared him, and the common conceit or resource
of "whistling in the dark" (whether literally or figuratively) have
appeared basely vulgar; yet he liked none the less to hear himself
go, and when he had reached his first landing - taking it all with
no rush, but quite steadily - that stage of success drew from him a
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