| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Montezuma's Daughter by H. Rider Haggard: them by their beloved names, till at length I woke to look on
emptiness, and knowing all my sorrow I sobbed aloud. Now it was
early morning, and the light of the August sun streamed through the
window, but I, deeming that my wife slept, still lay in the shadow
of my dream as it were, and groaned, murmuring the names of those
whom I might never see again. It chanced, however, that she was
awake, and had overheard those words which I spoke with the dead,
while I was yet asleep and after; and though some of this talk was
in the tongue of the Otomie, the most was English, and knowing the
names of my children she guessed the purport of it all. Suddenly
she sprang from the bed and stood over me, and there was such anger
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Reef by Edith Wharton: to have telegraphed yesterday! But I was sure I should hear
from them today; and I wanted--oh, I DID so awfully want
to stay!" She threw a troubled look at Darrow. "Do you
happen to remember," she asked, "what time it was when you
posted my letter?"
VII
Darrow was still standing on her threshold. As she put the
question he entered the room and closed the door behind him.
His heart was beating a little faster than usual and he had
no clear idea of what he was about to do or say, beyond the
definite conviction that, whatever passing impulse of
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Yates Pride by Mary E. Wilkins Freeman: were touched with sprays of rose and gold and gold-green, but the
wind still blew cold from the northern snows, and the occupant of
Eudora's ancient carriage was presumably wrapped well to shelter
it from harm. There was, in fact, nothing to be seen in the
carriage, except a large roll of blue and white, as Eudora
emerged from the yard and closed the iron gate of the tall fence
behind her.
Through this fence pricked the evergreen box, and the deep yard
was full of soft pastel tints of reluctantly budding trees and
bushes. There was one deep splash of color from a yellow bush in
full bloom.
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