| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from In the South Seas by Robert Louis Stevenson: magic lantern, like a glacier in spring. The more staunch vainly
taunted the deserters; three fled in a guilty silence, but still
fled; and when at length the leader found the wit or the authority
to get his troop in motion and revive the singing, it was with much
diminished forces that they passed musically on up the dark road.
Meanwhile inside the luminous pictures brightened and faded. I
stood for some while unobserved in the rear of the spectators, when
I could hear just in front of me a pair of lovers following the
show with interest, the male playing the part of interpreter and
(like Adam) mingling caresses with his lecture. The wild animals,
a tiger in particular, and that old school-treat favourite, the
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Wrong Box by Stevenson & Osbourne: the day a solitary; a place, besides, the very name of which must
knock upon the heart of Pitman, and at once suggest a knowledge
of the latest of his guilty secrets. Morris took a piece of paper
and sketched his advertisement.
WILLIAM BENT PITMAN, if this should meet the eye of, he will hear
of SOMETHING TO HIS ADVANTAGE on the far end of the main line
departure platform, Waterloo Station, 2 to 4 P.M., Sunday next.
Morris reperused this literary trifle with approbation. 'Terse,'
he reflected. 'Something to his advantage is not strictly true;
but it's taking and original, and a man is not on oath in an
advertisement. All that I require now is the ready cash for my
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Arrow of Gold by Joseph Conrad: half-past seven in the morning. The "poor sinner" was all in black
as if she were going to church (except for her expression, which
was enough to shock any honest person), and after ordering her with
frightful menaces not to let anybody know she was in the house she
rushed upstairs and locked herself up in my bedroom, while "that
French creature" (whom she seemed to love more than her own sister)
went into my salon and hid herself behind the window curtain.
I had recovered sufficiently to ask in a quiet natural voice
whether Dona Rita and Captain Blunt had seen each other.
Apparently they had not seen each other. The polite captain had
looked so stern while packing up his kit that Therese dared not
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