|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The White Moll by Frank L. Packard:
not to stumble! She couldn't go fast now - she would make a noise
if she did. Stair after stair she climbed stealthily. Perhaps she
was safe now - it had taken her a long time to get up here to the
second floor, and there wasn't any sound yet from the street below.
And now she mounted the short, ladder-like steps to the attic, and,
feeling with her hand for the crack in the flooring under the
partition, reached in for the key. As her fingers closed upon it,
she choked back a cry. Some one had been here! A piece of paper
was wrapped around the key. What did it mean? What did all these
strange, yes, sinister, things that had happened to-night mean?
How had Rorke known that a robbery was to be committed at Skarbolov's?
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Street of Seven Stars by Mary Roberts Rinehart:
to eat or do we sup of Peter Byrne?"
Mrs. Boyer made no immediate reply. She repaired to the bedroom
of Marie Jedlicka, and placed her hat, coat and furs on one of
the beds with the crocheted coverlets. It is a curious thing
about rooms. There was no change in the bedroom apparent to the
eye, save that for Marie's tiny slippers at the foot of the
wardrobe there were Mrs. Boyer's substantial house shoes. But in
some indefinable way the room had changed. About it hung an
atmosphere of solid respectability, of impeccable purity that
soothed Mrs. Boyer's ruffled virtue into peace. Is it any wonder
that there is a theory to the effect that things take on the
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Virginian by Owen Wister:
"Hm!" said the Judge. "That is one of the particulars I wash my
I knew that he entirely meant it. I knew, once his decision taken
of appointing the Virginian his lieutenant for good and all,
that, like a wise commander-in-chief, he would trust his
lieutenant to take care of his own business.
"Well," Ogden pursued with interest, "haven't you landed Trampas
plump at his mercy?"
The phrase tickled the Judge. "That is where I've landed him!" he
declared. "And here is Dr. MacBride."
XXI. IN A STATE OF SIN