| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Ivanhoe by Walter Scott: blow at me with a huge quarter-staff.''
``This must be our Friar Tuck, for a count's ransom,''
said Richard, looking at Ivanhoe.
``He may be the devil, an he will,'' said Athelstane.
``Fortunately be missed the aim; and on
my approaching to grapple with him, took to his
heels and ran for it. I failed not to set my own
heels at liberty by means of the fetter-key, which
hung amongst others at the sexton's belt; and I
had thoughts of beating out the knaves brains with
the bunch of keys, but gratitude for the nook of
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Democracy In America, Volume 1 by Alexis de Toqueville: Emancipation Bill which the mother-country has recently imposed
upon them.]
I have previously observed that the mixed race is the true
bond of union between the Europeans and the Indians; just so the
mulattoes are the true means of transition between the white and
the negro; so that wherever mulattoes abound, the intermixture of
the two races is not impossible. In some parts of America, the
European and the negro races are so crossed by one another, that
it is rare to meet with a man who is entirely black, or entirely
white: when they are arrived at this point, the two races may
really be said to be combined; or rather to have been absorbed in
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Chronicles of the Canongate by Walter Scott: main fought in Yorkshire, the feeders being persons of celebrity,
at which he was not to be seen if business permitted. But though
a SPRACK lad, and fond of pleasure and its haunts, Harry
Wakefield was steady, and not the cautious Robin Oig M'Combich
himself was more attentive to the main chance. His holidays were
holidays indeed; but his days of work were dedicated to steady
and persevering labour. In countenance and temper, Wakefield was
the model of Old England's merry yeomen, whose clothyard shafts,
in so many hundred battles, asserted her superiority over the
nations, and whose good sabres, in our own time, are her cheapest
and most assured defence. His mirth was readily excited; for,
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