| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Collected Articles by Frederick Douglass: repulse was emphatic and decisive. It so happened that Mr. Rodney
French, a wealthy and enterprising citizen, distinguished as an
anti-slavery man, was fitting out a vessel for a whaling voyage,
upon which there was a heavy job of calking and coppering to be
done. I had some skill in both branches, and applied to Mr. French
for work. He, generous man that he was, told me he would employ
me, and I might go at once to the vessel. I obeyed him, but upon
reaching the float-stage, where others [sic] calkers were at work,
I was told that every white man would leave the ship, in her
unfinished condition, if I struck a blow at my trade upon her.
This uncivil, inhuman, and selfish treatment was not so shocking
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Spirit of the Border by Zane Grey: Indians know it," cried George, protesting vehemently against the disparaging
allusion to his affections. He did not realize he was making a most
impassioned declaration of love. When he was quite out of breath he sat down
and wiped his moist brow.
A pink bloom tinged Kate's cheeks, and her eyes glowed with a happy light; but
George never saw these womanly evidences of pleasure.
"Of course I know you don't care for me---"
"Did Mr. Edwards tell you so?" asked Kate, glancing up quickly.
"Why, yes, he has often said he thought that. Indeed, he always seemed to
regard himself as the fortunate object of your affections. I always believed
he was."
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Paz by Honore de Balzac: of parts which don't POSE a woman. How could you misunderstand the
nobleness of my feelings for you?--for there are two ways of
expressing gratitude. You who seemed so happy in seeing me well-
off, how can you leave me in poverty? Oh, my sole friend on earth,
before I go back to the country fairs with Bouthor's circus, where
I can at least make a living, forgive me if I wish to know whether
I have lost you forever. If I were to let myself think of you when
I jump through the hoops, I should be sure to break my legs by
losing A TIME. Whatever may be the result, I am yours for life.
"Marguerite Turquet."
"That letter," thought Thaddeus, shouting with laughter, "is worth the
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