| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Emma McChesney & Co. by Edna Ferber: "This is my daughter, Miss Gladys Orton-Wells."
Buck found himself wondering why this slim, negative creature
should have such sad eyes. There came an impatient snort from
Mannie Nussbaum. Buck waved a hasty hand in the direction of
Emma's office.
"If you'll wait there, I'll send in to Mrs. Buck."
The three turned toward Emma's bright little office. Buck
scribbled a hasty word on one of the cards.
Emma McChesney Buck was leaning over the great cutting-table,
shears in hand. It might almost be said that she sprawled. Her
eyes were very bright, and her cheeks were very pink. Across the
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Moran of the Lady Letty by Frank Norris: toward the station's wharf. If any notion of putting to sea with
the schooner had entered the obscure, perverted cunning of his
mind, he had almost instantly rejected it. Chinatown was his aim;
once there and under the protection of his Tong, Hoang knew that
he was safe. He knew the hiding-places that the See Yup
Association provided for its members--hiding places whose very
existence was unknown to the police of the White Devil.
No one interrupted--no one even noticed--his passage to the
station. At best, it was nothing more than a coolie carrying a
couple of gunny-sacks across his shoulder. Two hours later, Hoang
was lost in San Francisco's Chinatown.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Under the Andes by Rex Stout: task; you are welcome to it.
To the story. As I have said, we missed the wall of the
tunnel by a scant ten feet, and we kept on missing it. Once under
the arch, our raft developed a most stubborn inclination to bump up
against the rocky banks instead of staying properly in the middle
of the current, as it should.
First to one side, then to the other, it swung, while Harry
and I kept it off with our oars, often missing a collision by
inches. But at least the banks were smooth and level, and as long
as the stream itself remained clear of obstruction there was but
little real danger.
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