| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Mysterious Affair at Styles by Agatha Christie: Hercule Poirot, know, but I lack the last link in my chain. And
unless I can find that missing link--" He shook his head gravely.
"When did you first suspect John Cavendish?" I asked, after a
minute or two.
"Did you not suspect him at all?"
"No, indeed."
"Not after that fragment of conversation you overheard between
Mrs. Cavendish and her mother-in-law, and her subsequent lack of
frankness at the inquest?"
"No."
"Did you not put two and two together, and reflect that if it was
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Marvelous Land of Oz by L. Frank Baum: other," said the girl, mischievously.
"Don't you believe her, your Majesty, cried Jack.
"Oh, I don't," answered the Scarecrow, calmly. Then, casting a sharp look at
the girl, he asked:
"Are you quite certain you understand the languages of both the Gillikins
and the Munchkins?"
"Quite certain, your Majesty," said Jellia Jamb, trying hard not to laugh in
the face of royalty.
"Then how is it that I seem to understand them myself?" inquired the
Scarecrow.
"Because they are one and the same!" declared the girl, now laughing
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Montezuma's Daughter by H. Rider Haggard: delayed to make sure of her affection my brother would be before me
with her father, and Lily might yield to that to which she would
not yield if once we had plighted troth.
Now it chanced that on this afternoon I was hard put to it to
escape to my tryst, for my master, the physician, was ailing, and
sent me to visit the sick for him, carrying them their medicines.
At the last, however, between four and five o'clock, I fled, asking
no leave. Taking the Norwich road I ran for a mile and more till I
had passed the Manor House and the church turn, and drew near to
Ditchingham Park. Then I dropped my pace to a walk, for I did not
wish to come before Lily heated and disordered, but rather looking
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