| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Tom Grogan by F. Hopkinson Smith: soothing tones of Jennie's voice as she talked to her lover, and
the hoarse whispers of Carl in reply. He had recovered his breath
again, and was but little worse for his scorching, except in his
speech. Jennie was in the kitchen making some coffee for the
exhausted workers, and he was helping her.
Tom realized fully all that had happened. She knew who had saved
Patsy's life. She remembered how he laid her boy in her arms, and
she still saw the deathly pallor in his face as he staggered and
fell. What had he not done for her and her household since he
entered her service? If he loved Jennie, and she him, was it his
fault? Why did she rebel, and refuse this man a place in her
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Father Damien by Robert Louis Stevenson: whence I have now reproduced it for the wonder of others. And you
and your dear brother have, by this cycle of operations, built up a
contrast very edifying to examine in detail. The man whom you
would not care to have to dinner, on the one side; on the other,
the Reverend Dr. Hyde and the Reverend H. B. Gage: the Apia bar-
room, the Honolulu manse.
But I fear you scarce appreciate how you appear to your fellow-men;
and to bring it home to you, I will suppose your story to be true.
I will suppose - and God forgive me for supposing it - that Damien
faltered and stumbled in his narrow path of duty; I will suppose
that, in the horror of his isolation, perhaps in the fever of
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Young Forester by Zane Grey: speaking. It was so still that I heard the silken rustle of paper as he
rolled a cigarette. Moments that seemed long as years passed, with my
muscles clamped as in a vise. If only I had lain down upon my back! But
there I was, half raised on my elbow, in a most awkward and uncomfortable
position. I tried not to mind the tingling in my arm, but to think of
Hiram, of Jim, of my mustang. But presently I could not think of anything
except the certainty that I would soon lose control of my muscles and fall
over.
The tingling changed to a painful vibration, and perspiration stung my
face. The strain became unbearable. All of a sudden something seemed to
break within me, and my muscles began to ripple and shake. I had no power
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