| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Long Odds by H. Rider Haggard: arm, I dragged her out, for she could not, or would not, come by
herself, and the stench was overpowering me. Such a sight as she was--a
bag of bones, covered over with black, shrivelled parchment. The only
white thing about her was her wool, and she seemed to be pretty well
dead except for her eyes and her voice. She thought that I was a devil
come to take her, and that is why she yelled so. Well, I got her down
to the waggon, and gave her a 'tot' of Cape smoke, and then, as soon as
it was ready, poured about a pint of beef-tea down her throat, made from
the flesh of a blue vilderbeeste I had killed the day before, and after
that she brightened up wonderfully. She could talk Zulu--indeed, it
turned out that she had run away from Zululand in T'Chaka's time--and
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Riverman by Stewart Edward White: "The very thing!" "Oh, no!" cried Orde and Carroll in unison.
Nevertheless, in spite of this divergence of opinion, ten minutes
later the three passed through the door into the back apartment--
Carroll still hesitant, Orde in triumph, Gerald as correct and
unemotional as ever.
In this back room they found waiting a young clergyman conversing
easily with two young girls. At the sight of Carroll, these latter
rushed forward and overwhelmed her with endearments. Carroll broke
into a quickly suppressed sob and clasped them close to her.
"Oh, you dears!" she cried, "I'm so glad you're here!" She flashed
a grateful look in Gerald's direction, and a moment later took
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Records of a Family of Engineers by Robert Louis Stevenson: to take in two or three reefs in his sail. It is a curious
fact that the respective tides of ebb and flood are apparent
upon the shore about an hour and a half sooner than at the
distance of three or four miles in the offing. But what seems
chiefly interesting here is that the tides around this small
sunken rock should follow exactly the same laws as on the
extensive shores of the mainland. When the boats left the
Bell Rock to-day it was overflowed by the flood-tide, but the
floating light did not swing round to the flood-tide for more
than an hour afterwards. Under this disadvantage the boats
had to struggle with the ebb-tide and a hard gale of wind, so
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