| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Letters of Robert Louis Stevenson by Robert Louis Stevenson: and see for yourself. Everybody on the premises except my wife has
some Scotch blood in their veins - I beg your pardon - except the
natives - and then my wife is a Dutchwoman - and the natives are
the next thing conceivable to Highlanders before the forty-five.
We would have some grand cracks!
R. L. S.
COME, it will broaden your mind, and be the making of me.
CHAPTER XII - LIFE IN SAMOA, CONTINUED, JANUARY 1893-DECEMBER 1894
Letter: TO CHARLES BAXTER
[APRIL, 1893.]
. . . About THE JUSTICE-CLERK, I long to go at it, but will first
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Twice Told Tales by Nathaniel Hawthorne: their imagination, seemed to hang down before his heart, the
symbol of a fearful secret between him and them. Were the veil
but cast aside, they might speak freely of it, but not till then.
Thus they sat a considerable time, speechless, confused, and
shrinking uneasily from Mr. Hooper's eye, which they felt to be
fixed upon them with an invisible glance. Finally, the deputies
returned abashed to their constituents, pronouncing the matter
too weighty to be handled, except by a council of the churches,
if, indeed, it might not require a general synod.
But there was one person in the village unappalled by the awe
with which the black veil had impressed all beside herself. When
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Moon-Face and Other Stories by Jack London: beaten. I tried to break Paul's hold on the root, but he resisted me fiercely.
Then I lost my breath and came to the surface, badly scared. I quickly
explained the situation, and half a dozen of us went down and by main strength
tore them loose. By the time we got them out, both were unconscious, and it
was only after much barrel-rolling and rubbing and pounding that they finally
came to their senses. They would have drowned there, had no one rescued them.
When Paul Tichlorne entered college, he let it be generally understood that he
was going in for the social sciences. Lloyd Inwood, entering at the same time,
elected to take the same course. But Paul had had it secretly in mind all the
time to study the natural sciences, specializing on chemistry, and at the last
moment he switched over. Though Lloyd had already arranged his year's work and
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