| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Red Seal by Natalie Sumner Lincoln: corner. "This is yours, Helen."
Helen hesitated perceptibly before taking the envelope and tearing
it open. She handed the securities to her father.
"Here is father's forged confession," she said as she took the
remaining paper from the envelope.
"It is a marvelous imitation of my handwriting," declared McIntyre,
looking at it carefully, then tearing it into tiny bits he flung
them into the scrap-basket and pocketed the securities.
"And to think that I aided Sylvester's plot to gain the securities
by engaging him as our clerk," groaned Rochester.
"It was clever of him to seek employment here," agreed Kent. "But
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Night and Day by Virginia Woolf: smile at him.
"As far as I understand you--but what should you advise me to do with
this ring?" she asked, holding it out.
"I should advise you to let me keep it for you," he replied, in the
same tone of half-humorous gravity.
"After what you've said, I can hardly trust you--unless you'll unsay
what you've said?"
"Very well. I'm not in love with you."
"But I think you ARE in love with me. . . . As I am with you," she
added casually enough. "At least," she said slipping her ring back to
its old position, "what other word describes the state we're in?"
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Outlaw of Torn by Edgar Rice Burroughs: the fighting blood of the De Montforts was as strong
in her as in her sire. She faced him with as brave and
resolute a face as did the young man, who turned
slowly, fixing De Montfort with level gaze.
"I heard enough of your words as I was passing
through the corridor," continued the latter, "to readily
guess what had gone before. So it is for this that you
have wormed your sneaking way into my home? And
thought you that Simon de Montfort would throw his
daughter at the head of the first passing rogue? Who
be ye, but a nameless rascal? For aught we know some
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