| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Man that Corrupted Hadleyburg by Mark Twain: that, and I beg pardon, and do it sincerely. I honour you--and that
is sincere too. This town is not worthy to kiss the hem of your
garment. Dear sir, I made a square bet with myself that there were
nineteen debauchable men in your self-righteous community. I have
lost. Take the whole pot, you are entitled to it."
Richards drew a deep sigh, and said:
"It seems written with fire--it burns so. Mary--I am miserable
again."
"I, too. Ah, dear, I wish--"
"To think, Mary--he BELIEVES in me."
"Oh, don't, Edward--I can't bear it."
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Yates Pride by Mary E. Wilkins Freeman: "Oh no."
"Because if he does, I really think you should have a nurse. I
don't think you ought to lose sleep taking care of him."
"I do not."
"Well, I was mighty glad when I heard you had adopted him. I
suppose you made sure about his parentage, where he hailed from
and what sort of people?"
"Oh yes." Eudora was very pale.
"That's right. Maybe some time you will tell me all about it. I
am coming over Thursday to have a look at the youngster. I have
to go to the city on business to-morrow and can't get back until
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Tales of the Klondyke by Jack London: and a five-hundred-foot creek claim on Bonanza, celebrated the
misfortune by walking all of a night with the gods. In the
midwatch of this night he happened to rub shoulders with Pierre
Fontaine, none other than head man of Karen Sayther's voyageurs.
This rubbing of shoulders led to recognition and drinks, and
ultimately involved both men in a common muddle of inebriety.
"Heh?" Pierre Fontaine later on gurgled thickly. "Vot for Madame
Sayther mak visitation to thees country? More better you spik wit
her. I know no t'ing 'tall, only all de tam her ask one man's
name. 'Pierre,' her spik wit me; 'Pierre, you moos' find thees
mans, and I gif you mooch--one thousand dollar you find thees
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