| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Finished by H. Rider Haggard: or could not, say; nor did he seem to know anything of the death
of Marnham. When I pressed him on the former point, he only
groaned and cried for water, for he was in pain and thirsty. I
asked him who had told Sekukuni's people to kill us, but he
refused to speak.
"Very well," I said, "then you shall lie here alone and die of
thirst," and again I turned towards the door.
At this he cried out--
"I will tell you. It was the white medicine-man who lives here;
he who cut me open. He arranged it all a few days ago because he
hates you. Last night he rode to tell the impi when to come."
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Touchstone by Edith Wharton: between the candle-shades. The alternative explanation of her
indifference was not slow in presenting itself. Her head had the
same listening droop as when he had caught sight of her the day
before in Flamel's company; the attitude revived the vividness of
his impression. It was simple enough, after all. She had ceased
to care for him because she cared for someone else.
As he followed her upstairs he felt a sudden stirring of his
dormant anger. His sentiments had lost all their factitious
complexity. He had already acquitted her of any connivance in his
baseness, and he felt only that he loved her and that she had
escaped him. This was now, strangely enough, his dominating
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from When the World Shook by H. Rider Haggard: ridge which separated the two grooves or roads and ended in the
razor-edged cliff. Moreover I observed that Oro, who left it the
last of us, had either placed something white to mark this first
infinitesimal bulging of the floor of the groove, or had smeared
it with chalk or shining pigment. I observed also what I had not
been able to see before, that a thin white line ran across the
floor, no doubt to give the precise direction of this painted
rise of rock, and that the glare of the search-light now lay
exactly over that line.
The monstrous, flaming gyroscope fashioned in Nature's
workshop, for such without doubt it was, was drawing near,
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