| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Case of the Golden Bullet by Grace Isabel Colbron and Augusta Groner: writing on the few pieces of paper still left whole was quite
illegible. There were several envelopes in the waste-basket, but
all of them were dated several months back. There was nothing that
could give the slightest clue.
The letter written by the murdered man was sufficient proof that
his death had been an act of vengeance. But who was it who had
carried out this secret, terrible deed? The victim had not been
allowed the time to write down the name of his murderer.
Horn took the letter into his keeping. Then he left the room,
followed by Muller and the valet, to look about the rest of the
house as far as possible. This was not very far, for the second
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Troll Garden and Selected Stories by Willa Cather: be done with the picture, he did not say definitely what was to
be done with it. Do you think Lady Treffinger really understands
that he did not want it to be sold?"
"Well, sir, it was like this, sir," said James, resuming his seat
on the trunk and again resting the picture against his knee. "My
memory is as clear as glass about it. After Sir 'Ugh got up from
'is first stroke, 'e took a fresh start at the Marriage.
Before that 'e 'ad been working at it only at night for a while
back; the Legend was the big picture then, an' was under the
north light w'ere 'e worked of a morning. But one day 'e bid me
take the Legend down an' put the Marriage in its
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Bunner Sisters by Edith Wharton: desultory pace, and then Mr. Ramy, who had been obviously nerving
himself for the difficult act of departure, took his leave with an
abruptness which would have startled anyone used to the subtler
gradations of intercourse. But to Ann Eliza and her sister there
was nothing surprising in his abrupt retreat. The long-drawn
agonies of preparing to leave, and the subsequent dumb plunge
through the door, were so usual in their circle that they would
have been as much embarrassed as Mr. Ramy if he had tried to put
any fluency into his adieux.
After he had left both sisters remained silent for a while;
then Evelina, laying aside her unfinished flower, said: "I'll go
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