| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Catriona by Robert Louis Stevenson: Silvermills. But cheer up, my dear! ye're bonnier than what he said.
And now there's one thing sure; you and me are to be a pair of friends.
I'm a kind of a henchman to Davie here; I'm like a tyke at his heels;
and whatever he cares for, I've got to care for too - and by the holy
airn! they've got to care for me! So now you can see what way you
stand with Alan Breck, and ye'll find ye'll hardly lose on the
transaction. He's no very bonnie, my dear, but he's leal to them he
loves."
"I thank you from my heart for your good words," said she. "I have
that honour for a brave, honest man that I cannot find any to be
answering with."
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from O Pioneers! by Willa Cather: in the long grass by the fence the last wild roses
of the year opened their pink hearts to die.
When Ivar reached the path by the hedge, he
saw Shabata's rifle lying in the way. He turned
and peered through the branches, falling upon
his knees as if his legs had been mowed from
under him. "Merciful God!" he groaned;
Alexandra, too, had risen early that morning,
because of her anxiety about Emil. She was in
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Dust by Mr. And Mrs. Haldeman-Julius: Martin had put in his electrical system and connected up his
barns before she had been permitted to have this convenience in
the house. What would he think now? She wished he were home.
Anyone would be better than this awful waiting alone. She could
only stand there, away from the window, looking out at the sheets
of water running down the panes and shivering with the
frightfulness and savageness of it all.
Her ears caught a rumble, fainter than thunder, and the splash of
horses' hoofs--"it's too muddy for the motor ambulance," she
thought, mechanically. "They're using the old one," and her heart
contracting, twisting, a queer dryness in her throat, she opened
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