| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Westward Ho! by Charles Kingsley: the less welcome to the Grenvilles, and Fortescues, and
Chichesters, and all the gentle families round, who honored her
husband's talents, and enjoyed his wit. She accustomed herself to
austerities, which often called forth the kindly rebukes of her
husband; and yet she did so without one superstitious thought of
appeasing the fancied wrath of God, or of giving Him pleasure (base
thought) by any pain of hers; for her spirit had been trained in
the freest and loftiest doctrines of Luther's school; and that
little mystic "Alt-Deutsch Theologie" (to which the great Reformer
said that he owed more than to any book, save the Bible, and St.
Augustine) was her counsellor and comforter by day and night.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Lock and Key Library by Julian Hawthorne, Ed.: fell upon her fair skin. There is a point that makes the triumph
over natural feelings of pain easy or not easy--the degree in which
we count upon the sympathy of the bystanders. My mother had it not
in the beginning; but, long before the end, her celestial beauty,
the divinity of injured innocence, the pleading of common womanhood
in the minds of the lowest class, and the reaction of manly feeling
in the men, had worked a great change in the mob. Some began now
to threaten those who had been active in insulting her. The
silence of awe and respect succeeded to noise and uproar; and
feelings which they scarcely understood, mastered the rude rabble
as they witnessed more and more the patient fortitude of the
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Mad King by Edgar Rice Burroughs: that was little, if any less, than fifty miles an hour.
On he raced toward the south, his speed often necessarily
diminished upon the winding mountain roads, but for the
most part clinging to a reckless mileage that caused the
few natives he encountered to flee to the safety of the
bordering fields, there to stand in open-mouthed awe.
Halfway between Tafelberg and the crossroad into which
he purposed turning to the west toward Tann there is an
S-curve where the bases of two small hills meet. The road
here is narrow and treacherous--fifteen miles an hour is al-
most a reckless speed at which to travel around the curves
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