|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Man in Lower Ten by Mary Roberts Rinehart:
and, what's more, they were eaten; there was none of this 'here
one day and gone the next' business."
"Nonsense," I observed. "You're tired, that's all, Mrs. Klopton.
And I wish you would go out; I want to bathe."
"That's not all," she said with dignity, from the doorway. "Women
coming and going here, women whose shoes I am not fit - I mean,
women who are not fit to touch my shoes - coming here as insolent
as you please, and asking for you."
"Good heavens!" I exclaimed. "What did you tell them - her,
whichever it was?"
"Told her you were sick in a hospital and wouldn't be out for a
The Man in Lower Ten
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The White Moll by Frank L. Packard:
She blew out the candle, left it on the washstand, because, if she
could help it, she did not want to risk having it lighted near the
bed or door, and, tiptoeing now, went to the door, unlocked it, then
threw herself down upon the bed.
Possibly a minute went by, possibly two, and then there was a quick
step on the ladder-like stairs, the door handle was rattled violently,
and the door was flung open and slammed shut again.
Rhoda Gray sat upright on the bed. It was her wits now, her wits
against Rough Rorke's; nothing else could save her. She could not
even make out the man's form, it was so dark; but, as he had not
moved, she was quite well aware that he was standing with his back
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Lady Baltimore by Owen Wister:
to see the best that is in them prevail. Discord over this seems on the
wane, and sane views gaining. The issue sits on all our shoulders, but
local variations call for a sliding scale of policy. So admirably
dispassionate a novel as The Elder Brother, by Mr. Jervey. forwards the
understanding of Northerners unfamiliar with the South, and also that
friendliness between the two places, which is retarded chiefly by
Ah, tact should have been one of the cardinal virtues; and if I didn't
possess a spice of it myself, I should here thank by name certain two
members of the St. Michael family of Kings Port for their patience with
this comedy, before ever it saw the light. Tact bids us away from many