| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Moran of the Lady Letty by Frank Norris: he saw one of the beach-combers backing away and watching him
intently, his hatchet in his hand. Wilbur had only time to think
that he himself would no doubt be killed within the next few
moments, when this latter halted abruptly, took a step forward,
and. instead of striking downward, as Wilbur had anticipated,
dropped upon his knee and struck with all his might at the calf of
Wilbur's leg. It was only the thickness of his boots that saved
Wilbur from being hamstrung where he stood. As it was, he felt
the blade bite almost to the bone, and heard the blood squelch in
the sole of his boot, as he staggered for the moment, almost
tripping over the man in front of him.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Barlaam and Ioasaph by St. John of Damascus: to be praised, and of thy greatness there is no end. Who can
express thy noble acts, or show forth all thy praise, who hast
turned the hard rock into a standing water and the flint-stone
into a springing well? For behold this my father's flinty and
more than granite heart is at thy will melted as wax; because
thou art able of these stones to raise up children unto Abraham.
I thank thee, Lord, thou lover of men, and God of pity, that thou
hast been, and art, long-suffering towards our offences, and hast
suffered us until now to go unpunished. Long have we deserved to
be cast away from thy face, and made a by-word on earth, as were
the sinful inhabiters of the five cities, consumed with fire and
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The White Moll by Frank L. Packard: "What do you mean?" she demanded sharply.
"It's a lonely place," said Danglar complacently. "There's no one
around but the watchman, and he's an old friend of Shluker's; and
it's so roomy over there that no one could expect him to be
everywhere at once. See? That let's him out. He's been well
greased, and he won't know anything. Don't you worry, old girl!
That's what I came here for - to tell you that everything is all
right, after all. The Pug will talk. Maybe he wouldn't if he just
had his choice between that and the quick, painless end that a
bullet would bring; but there are some things that a man can't
stand. Get me? We'll try a few of those on the Pug, and, believe
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