| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Heritage of the Desert by Zane Grey: "Open up! Let me in!" he yelled to the thickly thronged circle. Right
and left he flung men. "Make way!" His piercing voice stilled the angry
murmur. Fierce men with weapons held aloft fell back from his face.
"Dene's spy!" they cried.
The circle opened and closed upon him. He saw bound rustlers under armed
guard. Four still forms were on the ground. Holderness lay
outstretched, a dark - red blot staining his gray shirt. Flinty-faced
Mormons, ruthless now as they had once been mild, surrounded the
rustlers. John Caldwell stood foremost, with ashen lips breaking
bitterly into speech:
"Mormons, this is Dene's spy, the man who killed Holderness!"
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Village Rector by Honore de Balzac: "Madame, why did you not prevent her from coming out?" said the tutor
to the old mother, august and sacred in her silent grief.
As Veronique advanced majestically with her naturally fine and
graceful step, Madame Sauviat, driven by despair at the thought of
surviving her daughter, allowed the secret of many things that
awakened curiosity to escape her.
"How can she walk like that," she cried, "wearing a horrible horsehair
shirt, which pricks into her skin perpetually?"
The words horrified the young man, who was not insensible to the
exquisite grace of Veronique's movements; he shuddered as he thought
of the constant and terrific struggle of the soul to maintain its
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Amazing Interlude by Mary Roberts Rinehart: said nothing until he was leaving the house that night. Then she put
a hand on his arm. She was a weary little woman, older than Harvey,
and tired with many children. She had been gathering up small overshoes
in the hall and he had stopped to help her.
"You know, Harvey, Sara Lee's not - I always think she's different,
somehow."
"Well, I guess yes! There's nobody like her."
"You can't bully her, you know."
arvey stared at her with honestly perplexed eyes.
"Bully!" he said. "What on earth makes you say that?"
Then he laughed.
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