| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Soul of a Bishop by H. G. Wells: electric, her eyes, her smiles, her complexion had as it were an
established brightness that exceeded the common lustre of things.
This morning she was dressed in grey that was nevertheless not
grey but had an effect of colour, and there was a thread of black
along the lines of her body and a gleam of gold. She carried her
head back with less dignity than pride; there was a little frozen
movement in her dark hair as if it flamed up out of her head.
There were silver ornaments in her hair. She spoke with a pretty
little weakness of the r's that had probably been acquired
abroad. And she lost no time in telling him, she was eager to
tell him, that she had been waylaying him. "I did so want to talk
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Running a Thousand Miles for Freedom by William and Ellen Craft: fore we, as well as our friends (among whom was
George Thompson, Esq., late M.P. for the Tower
Hamlets--the slave's long-tried, self-sacrificing
friend, and eloquent advocate) thought it best, at
any sacrifice, to leave the mock-free Republic, and
come to a country where we and our dear little
ones can be truly free.--"No one daring to molest
or make us afraid." But, as the officers were
watching every vessel that left the port to
prevent us from escaping, we had to take
the expensive and tedious overland route to
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from An Unsocial Socialist by George Bernard Shaw: the matter," said Erskine significantly. " Pray think of it
seriously, Trefusis. Forgive my telling you frankly that nothing
but your own utter want of feeling could excuse you for the way
in which you have acted towards her."
Trefusis smiled. "Forgive me in turn for my inquisitiveness," he
said. "What does she say to your suit?"
Erskine hesitated, showing by his manner that he thought Trefusis
had no right to ask the question. "She says nothing," he
answered.
"Hm!" said Trefusis. "Well, you may rely on me as to the train.
There is my hand upon it."
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