| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Tales of the Klondyke by Jack London: on the run, till I emptied three saddles and the rest drew off and
went on to Fort Pierre. Then we took east, the girl and I, to the
hills and forests, and we lived one with the other, and we were
not married,--the work of the good church which I love like a son.
"But mark you, for this is the strangeness of woman, the way of
which no man may understand. One of the saddles I emptied was
that of her father's, and the hoofs of those who came behind had
pounded him into the earth. This we saw, the girl and I, and this
I had forgot had she not remembered. And in the quiet of the
evening, after the day's hunt were done, it came between us, and
in the silence of the night when we lay beneath the stars and
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Glasses by Henry James: under protection no less powerful than that of our young lady
herself. I had seen her repeatedly for months: she had grown to
regard my studio as the temple of her beauty. This miracle was
recorded and celebrated there as nowhere else; in other places
there was occasional reference to other subjects of remark. The
degree of her presumption continued to be stupefying; there was
nothing so extraordinary save the degree in which she never paid
for it. She was kept innocent, that is she was kept safe, by her
egotism, but she was helped also, though she had now put off her
mourning, by the attitude of the lone orphan who had to be a law
unto herself. It was as a lone orphan that she came and went, as a
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Great God Pan by Arthur Machen: familiar to the public three years ago in connection with the
mysterious death in Paul Street, Tottenham Court Road, the
deceased being the tenant of the house Number 20, in the area of
which a gentleman of good position was found dead under
circumstances not devoid of suspicion.' A tragic ending, wasn't
it? But after all, if what he told me were true, which I am
sure it was, the man's life was all a tragedy, and a tragedy of
a stranger sort than they put on the boards."
"And that is the story, is it?" said Clarke musingly.
"Yes, that is the story."
"Well, really, Villiers, I scarcely know what to say
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