| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Polly of the Circus by Margaret Mayo: within his grasp. His muscles grew tense and his lips closed
firmly. He was battling with an impulse to draw her toward him
and comfort her in the shelter of his strong, brave arms. "They
shan't!" he cried, starting toward her.
Polly drew back, overawed. Her soul had heard and seen the
things revealed to each of us only once. She would never again
be a child.
Douglas braced himself against the back of the bench.
"What was the rest of the lesson?" he asked in a firm, hard
voice.
"I can't say it now," Polly murmured. Her face was averted; her
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from A Legend of Montrose by Walter Scott: martial events, past, present, or to come.
It is true, the Sergeant had his inconsistencies. He was a
steady jacobite, his father and his four uncles having been out
in the forty-five; but he was a no less steady adherent of King
George, in whose service he had made his little fortune, and lost
three brothers; so that you were in equal danger to displease
him, in terming Prince Charles, the Pretender, or by saying
anything derogatory to the dignity of King George. Further, it
must not be denied, that when the day of receiving his dividends
came round, the Sergeant was apt to tarry longer at the Wallace
Arms of an evening, than was consistent with strict temperance,
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Robinson Crusoe by Daniel Defoe: managing it, and would make it go almost as swift again as I could.
So when he was in, I said to him, "Well, now, Friday, shall we go
to your nation?" He looked very dull at my saying so; which it
seems was because he thought the boat was too small to go so far.
I then told him I had a bigger; so the next day I went to the place
where the first boat lay which I had made, but which I could not
get into the water. He said that was big enough; but then, as I
had taken no care of it, and it had lain two or three and twenty
years there, the sun had so split and dried it, that it was rotten.
Friday told me such a boat would do very well, and would carry
"much enough vittle, drink, bread;" this was his way of talking.
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