| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from A Legend of Montrose by Walter Scott: ambuscade."
"I am called," answered the younger stranger, "the Earl of
Menteith, and, I trust, you will receive my honour as a
sufficient security."
"A worthy nobleman," answered the soldier, "whose parole is not
to be doubted." With one motion he replaced his musketoon at his
back, and with another made his military salute to the young
nobleman, and continuing to talk as he rode forward to join him
--"And, I trust," said he, "my own assurance, that I will be BON
CAMARADO to your lordship in peace or in peril, during the time
we shall abide together, will not be altogether vilipended in
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from In the South Seas by Robert Louis Stevenson: author's name) that the Marquesan especially resembles the
Paumotuan. I should take the two races, though so near in
neighbourhood, to be extremes of Polynesian diversity. The
Marquesan is certainly the most beautiful of human races, and one
of the tallest - the Paumotuan averaging a good inch shorter, and
not even handsome; the Marquesan open-handed, inert, insensible to
religion, childishly self-indulgent - the Paumotuan greedy, hardy,
enterprising, a religious disputant, and with a trace of the
ascetic character.
Yet a few years ago, and the people of the archipelago were crafty
savages. Their isles might be called sirens' isles, not merely
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Rescue by Joseph Conrad: now near enough for its occupants to distinguish plainly the
heads of three people above the low bulwark of the Emma. Immada
let her paddle trail suddenly in the water, with the exclamation,
"I see the white woman there." Her brother looked over his
shoulder and the canoe floated, arrested as if by the sudden
power of a spell.--"They are no dream to me," muttered Lingard,
sturdily. Mrs. Travers turned abruptly away to look at the
further shore. It was still and empty to the naked eye and seemed
to quiver in the sunshine like an immense painted curtain lowered
upon the unknown.
"Here's Rajah Hassim coming, Jorgenson. I had an idea he would
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