| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from 1492 by Mary Johntson: not on your outward way at Hispaniola!' What is in their
mind here? `Hale and faring well, you have no need.'--
But if we are not bale and faring well by a fourth of our
enterprise? They never meant it to a drowning man, or
one whose water cask was empty! Being Christian, no!
We will put into San Domingo and ask of Don Nicholas de
Ovando a ship in place of the _Margarita_.''
Whereat all cheered. We were gathered under palms,
upon a fair point of land in San Juan le Bautista. Next day
we weighed anchor, and in picture San Domingo rose before
us.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Wrecker by Stevenson & Osbourne: afterwards remembered) exchanged winks with the driver.
"A bottle of beer for the cabman there at that table," said Tom.
"Whatever you please from shandygaff to champagne at this
one here; and you sit down with us. Let me make you
acquainted with my friend, Mr. Carthew. I've come on
business, Billy; I want to consult you as a friend; I'm going into
the island trade upon my own account."
Doubtless the captain was a mine of counsel, but opportunity
was denied him. He could not venture on a statement, he was
scarce allowed to finish a phrase, before Hadden swept him
from the field with a volley of protest and correction. That
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Heroes by Charles Kingsley: and of slumbers under murmuring pines, till all their toil
seemed foolishness, and they thought of their renown no more.
Then one lifted his head suddenly, and cried, 'What use in
wandering for ever? Let us stay here and rest awhile.' And
another, 'Let us row to the shore, and hear the words they
sing.' And another, 'I care not for the words, but for the
music. They shall sing me to sleep, that I may rest.'
And Butes, the son of Pandion, the fairest of all mortal men,
leapt out and swam toward the shore, crying, 'I come, I come,
fair maidens, to live and die here, listening to your song.'
Then Medeia clapped her hands together, and cried, 'Sing
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