| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Stories From the Old Attic by Robert Harris: remarkably near the middle, it also pierced the very center of
Lucinda's heart. The young knight thought more than once about
letting an arrow fly wide of the target, but he did his duty,
though it brought grief to himself and devastation to the woman
he treasured.
Sir Philo's smile as he took the hand of the princess was obviously
forced, but no one noticed because Jennifrella was now bawling so
spectacularly that the crowd, though not at all wishing to be unkind,
found it, frankly, entertaining.
As it does for us all, time passed and life went on.
After a peculiar three years' delay, Lucinda finally made her choice
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Wheels of Chance by H. G. Wells: vitally deficient. He found her persistent coolness, her more or
less evident contempt for himself, exasperating in the highest
degree. He put it to himself that she was enough to provoke a
saint, and tried to think that was piquant and enjoyable, but the
blisters on his vanity asserted themselves. The fact is, he was,
under this standing irritation, getting down to the natural man
in himself for once, and the natural man in himself, in spite of
Oxford and the junior Reviewers' Club, was a Palaeolithic
creature of simple tastes and violent methods. "I'll be level
with you yet," ran like a plough through the soil of his
thoughts.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Tales of the Klondyke by Jack London: Reclining on her side, she looked out and over the wide-stretching
Yukon. Above the mountains which lay beyond the further shore,
the sky was murky with the smoke of unseen forest fires, and
through this the afternoon sun broke feebly, throwing a vague
radiance to earth, and unreal shadows. To the sky-line of the
four quarters--spruce-shrouded islands, dark waters, and ice-
scarred rocky ridges--stretched the immaculate wilderness. No
sign of human existence broke the solitude; no sound the
stillness. The land seemed bound under the unreality of the
unknown, wrapped in the brooding mystery of great spaces.
Perhaps it was this which made Mrs. Sayther nervous; for she
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