| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Whirligigs by O. Henry: her thereafter, and maybe some time I shall get forgive-
ness for the part I have played in this night's work. Off
wid yez down the shtairs, now! 'Tis late, and an ould
man like me should be takin' his rest."
MADAME BO-PEEP, OF THE RANCHES
"AUNT ELLEN," said Octavia, cheerfully, as she threw
her black kid gloves carefully at the dignified Persian cat
on the window-seat, "I'm a pauper."
"You are so extreme in your statements, Octavia,
dear," said Aunt Ellen, mildly, looking up from her paper.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Lay Morals by Robert Louis Stevenson: mounting in new weeds, their former lendings left behind them
on the inky river. More angels meet them; Heaven is
displayed, and if no better, certainly no worse, than it has
been shown by others - a place, at least, infinitely populous
and glorious with light - a place that haunts solemnly the
hearts of children. And then this symbolic draughtsman once
more strikes into his proper vein. Three cuts conclude the
first part. In the first the gates close, black against the
glory struggling from within. The second shows us Ignorance
- alas! poor Arminian! - hailing, in a sad twilight, the
ferryman Vain-Hope; and in the third we behold him, bound
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Memories and Portraits by Robert Louis Stevenson: ingredients and all help to falsify relations. It is not till we
get clear of that amusing artificial scene that genuine relations
are founded, or ideas honestly compared. In the garden, on the
road or the hillside, or TETE-A-TETE and apart from interruptions,
occasions arise when we may learn much from any single woman; and
nowhere more often than in married life. Marriage is one long
conversation, chequered by disputes. The disputes are valueless;
they but ingrain the difference; the heroic heart of woman
prompting her at once to nail her colours to the mast. But in the
intervals, almost unconsciously and with no desire to shine, the
whole material of life is turned over and over, ideas are struck
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