| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Red Seal by Natalie Sumner Lincoln: "No, we can't sit down; just dropped in to see you a minute."
"There is nothing new," Kent had made instant decision; such
information regarding the death of Turnbull as he had gleaned from
Ferguson, and the events of the night before should be confided to
Clymer alone, and not in the presence of Colonel McIntyre.
"Did you search Turnbull's apartment last night as you spoke of
doing?" asked McIntyre.
"I did, and found no trace of your securities, Colonel."
McIntyre lifted his eyebrows as he smiled sarcastically. "Can I
see Rochester?" he asked.
"He is in Cleveland; I don't know just when he will be back."
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Lady Windermere's Fan by Oscar Wilde: MRS. ERLYNNE. I think I shall keep it. [Goes up.] It's extremely
pretty. [Takes up fan.] I shall ask Margaret to give it to me.
LORD WINDERMERE. I hope my wife will give it you.
MRS. ERLYNNE. Oh, I'm sure she will have no objection.
LORD WINDERMERE. I wish that at the same time she would give you a
miniature she kisses every night before she prays - It's the
miniature of a young innocent-looking girl with beautiful DARK
hair.
MRS. ERLYNNE. Ah, yes, I remember. How long ago that seems!
[Goes to sofa and sits down.] It was done before I was married.
Dark hair and an innocent expression were the fashion then,
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The King of the Golden River by John Ruskin: "You'll soon dry there, sir," said Gluck, and sat down again
to turn the mutton. But the old gentleman did NOT dry there, but
went on drip, drip, dripping among the cinders, and the fire fizzed
and sputtered and began to look very black and uncomfortable. Never
was such a cloak; every fold in it ran like a gutter.
"I beg pardon, sir," said Gluck at length, after watching the
water spreading in long, quicksilver-like streams over the floor
for a quarter of an hour; "mayn't I take your cloak?"
"No, thank you," said the old gentleman.
"Your cap, sir?"
"I am all right, thank you," said the old gentleman rather
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