| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Yates Pride by Mary E. Wilkins Freeman: "All right. I'll come Thursday -but say, look here, Eudora.
This is a quiet road, not a soul in sight, just like an outdoor
room to ourselves. Why shouldn't I know now just as well as wait?
Say, Eudora, you know how I used to feel about you. Well, it has
lasted all these years. There has never been another woman I
even cared to look at. You are alone, except for that baby, and
I am alone. Eudora --"
The man hesitated. His flushed face had paled. Eudora paced
silently and waveringly at his side.
"Eudora," the man went on, "you know you always used to run away
from me--never gave me a chance to really ask; and I thought you
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Westward Ho! by Charles Kingsley: and silver over the mountains to the North Sea. Some of them at
first were loath to do it, and I and others advised that we should
leave the plate behind, and take the gold only, for it would have
cost us three or four journeys at the least. But Mr. Oxenham
promised every man 100 pezos of silver over and above his wages,
which made them content enough, and we were all to start the morrow
morning. But, sirs, that night, as God had ordained, came a mishap
by some rash speeches of Mr. Oxenham's, which threw all abroad
again; for when we had carried the treasure about half a league
inland, and hidden it away in a house which we made of boughs, Mr.
O. being always full of that his fair lady, spoke to me and William
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Ballads by Robert Louis Stevenson: The sea rumbled below.
And up and spoke the father,
Shrill was his voice to hear:
"I have a word in private,
A word for the royal ear.
"Life is dear to the aged,
And honour a little thing;
I would gladly sell the secret,"
Quoth the Pict to the King.
His voice was small as a sparrow's,
And shrill and wonderful clear:
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