| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Several Works by Edgar Allan Poe: there was a slight rushing movement of this group in the direction
of the intruder, who at the moment was also near at hand, and now,
with deliberate and stately step, made closer approach to the
speaker. But from a certain nameless awe with which the mad
assumptions of the mummer had inspired the whole party, there were
found none who put forth hand to seize him; so that, unimpeded, he
passed within a yard of the prince's person; and, while the vast
assembly, as if with one impulse, shrank from the centres of the
rooms to the walls, he made his way uninterruptedly, but with the
same solemn and measured step which had distinguished him from the
first, through the blue chamber to the purple--through the purple
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Under the Red Robe by Stanley Weyman: offered a dram of the spirit to the landlord. He took it. As he
drank it, I saw his face flush; he handed back the cup
reluctantly, and on that hint I offered him another, The strong
spirit was already beginning to work, and he accepted, and in a
few minutes began to talk more freely and with less of the
constraint which had before marked us all. Still, his tongue ran
chiefly on questions--he would know this, he would learn that;
but even this was a welcome change. I told him openly whence I
had come, by what road, how long I had stayed in Auch, and where;
and so far I satisfied his curiosity. Only, when I came to the
subject of my visit to Cocheforet I kept a mysterious silence,
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Riders of the Purple Sage by Zane Grey: almost spent pressed and still pressed her palpitating body to
his.
"Kiss me!" she whispered, blindly.
"No--not at your price!" he answered. His voice had changed or
she had lost clearness of hearing.
"Kiss me!...Are you a man? Kiss me and save me!"
"Jane, you never played fair with me. But now you're blisterin'
your lips--blackenin' your soul with lies!"
"By the memory of my mother--by my Bible--no! No, I have no
Bible! But by my hope of heaven I swear I love you!"
Lassiter's gray lips formed soundless words that meant even her
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