| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Moran of the Lady Letty by Frank Norris: your pew rent and your club dues, and you'll be what the
biographers call 'a respectable member of the community.'"
"Did you ever kill a man, Jerry?" asked Wilbur. "No? Well, you
kill one some day--kill him in a fair give-and-take fight--and see
how it makes you feel, and what influence it has on you, and then
come back and talk to me."
It was long after midnight. Wilbur rose.
"We'll ring for a boy," said Ridgeway, "and get you a room. I can
fix you out with clothes enough in the morning "
Wilbur stared in some surprise, and then said:
"Why, I've got the schooner to look after. I can't leave those
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Madam How and Lady Why by Charles Kingsley: will go and watch her at her work; and if we do not understand
anything we see, we will ask her questions. She will always show
us one of her lesson books if we give her time. And if we have to
wait some time for her answer, you need not fear catching cold,
though it is November; for she keeps her lesson books scattered
about in strange places, and we may have to walk up and down that
hill more than once before we can make out how she makes the glen.
Well--how was the glen made? You shall guess it if you like, and
I will guess too. You think, perhaps, that an earthquake opened
it?
My dear child, we must look before we guess. Then, after we have
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Letters from England by Elizabeth Davis Bancroft: the beautiful Lady Waldegrave, the niece of Horace Walpole, who
married the Duke of Gloucester. She was left an orphan at a year
old and was confided by her mother to the care of Mrs. Fitzherbert.
She lived with her until her marriage and was a great pet of George
IV, and tells a great many interesting stories of him and Mrs.
Fitzherbert, who was five years older than he.
LETTER: To W.D.B.
LONDON, December 30, 1847
Dear W.: Your father left me on the 18th to go to Paris. This is
the best of all seasons for him to be there, for the Ministers are
all out of town at Christmas, and in Paris everything is at its
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