| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Silas Marner by George Eliot: very next morning; and if he withheld the rest, Dunstan would be
sure to come back shortly, and, finding that he must bear the brunt
of his father's anger, would tell the whole story out of spite, even
though he had nothing to gain by it. There was one step, perhaps,
by which he might still win Dunstan's silence and put off the evil
day: he might tell his father that he had himself spent the money
paid to him by Fowler; and as he had never been guilty of such an
offence before, the affair would blow over after a little storming.
But Godfrey could not bend himself to this. He felt that in letting
Dunstan have the money, he had already been guilty of a breach of
trust hardly less culpable than that of spending the money directly
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Emerald City of Oz by L. Frank Baum: he had prepared, where they might occupy themselves in eating and
drinking until midnight arrived.
As they had now seen and heard all of the plot against them that
they cared to, Ozma allowed her Magic Picture to fade away.
Then she turned to her friends and said:
"Our enemies will be here sooner than I expected. What do you
advise me to do?"
"It is now too late to assemble our people," said the Tin Woodman,
despondently. "If you had allowed me to arm and drill my Winkies,
we might have put up a good fight and destroyed many of our enemies
before we were conquered."
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Under the Red Robe by Stanley Weyman: drawing my cloak over my shoulders, went out with a swagger which
drove the curs from the gate before I came within a dozen paces
of it. The rascals outside fell back as quickly, and in a moment
I was in the street. Another moment and I should have been clear
of the place and free to lie by for a while--when, without
warning, a scurry took place round me. The crowd fled every way
into the gloom, and in a hand-turn a dozen of the Cardinal's
guards closed round me.
I had some acquaintance with the officer in command, and he
saluted me civilly.
'This is a bad business, M. de Berault,' he said. 'The man is
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