| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Montezuma's Daughter by H. Rider Haggard: watched the pair. Soon I learned that there was little of
tenderness in this tryst, at least on the part of the gallant, who
drew continually backwards toward me as though he would seek the
boat by which doubtless he had come, and I marvelled at this, for
the moonlight shone upon the woman's face, and even at that
distance I could see that it was very fair. The man's face I could
not see however, since his back was towards me for the most part,
moreover he wore a large sombrero that shaded it. Now they came
nearer to me, the man always drawing backward and the woman always
following, till at length they were within earshot. The woman was
pleading with the man.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Black Beauty by Anna Sewell: and his hand steady on the bridle, not one of us gave way to fear,
not even when the terrible bomb-shells whirled through the air
and burst into a thousand pieces.
"I, with my noble master, went into many actions together without a wound;
and though I saw horses shot down with bullets, pierced through with lances,
and gashed with fearful saber-cuts; though we left them dead on the field,
or dying in the agony of their wounds, I don't think I feared for myself.
My master's cheery voice, as he encouraged his men, made me feel as if
he and I could not be killed. I had such perfect trust in him that
while he was guiding me I was ready to charge up to the very cannon's mouth.
I saw many brave men cut down, many fall mortally wounded from their saddles.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from New Arabian Nights by Robert Louis Stevenson: relief, upon his face. He took up the lamp which stood beside him
on the table, and turned to us with an air of some excitement.
"There is one point that we must know," said he. "Are they going
to butcher the lot of us, or only Huddlestone? Did they take you
for him, or fire at you for your own BEAUX YEUX?"
"They took me for him, for certain," I replied. "I am near as
tall, and my head is fair."
"I am going to make sure," returned Northmour; and he stepped up to
the window, holding the lamp above his head, and stood there,
quietly affronting death, for half a minute.
Clara sought to rush forward and pull him from the place of danger;
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