| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Cruise of the Jasper B. by Don Marquis: forgotten, in the forecastle. She had lighted a lamp and was
bending over the wounded man, whose coat and waistcoat she had
removed. His clothing was a sop of blood. They cut his shirt and
undershirt from him. Kuroki brought water and the medicine chest
and surgical outfit with which Cleggett had provided the Jasper
B. They examined his wounds, Lady Agatha, with a fine
seriousness and a deft touch which claimed Cleggett's admiration,
washing them herself and proceeding to stop the flow of blood.
"Oh, I am not an altogether useless person," she said, with a
momentary smile, as she saw the look in Cleggett's face. And
Cleggett remembered with shame that he had not thanked her for
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The White Moll by Frank L. Packard: Her hands, under her shawl, clenched until the nails bit into her
palms. Couldn't she do anything? And there was the money, too,
for those two old people. Wasn't there any - She caught her breath.
Yes, yes! Perhaps there was a way to save the money; yes, and at
the same time to place herself on a firmer footing of intimacy with
these two men here - if she went on with this. But - She shook her
head. She could not afford "buts" now; they must take care of
themselves afterwards. She would play Gypsy Nan now without
reservation. These two men here, like Shluker, were obviously
ignorant that Gypsy Nan was Danglar's wife; so she was - Pinkie
Bonn's hand was on her arm. She had stumbled.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Baby Mine by Margaret Mayo: compelling Jimmy to listen to an exaggerated account of her many
disappointments in her unreasonable husband. Seeing no
possibility of escape, without resorting to physical violence,
Jimmy stood his ground, wondering what to expect next. He did
not have long to wonder.
CHAPTER V
WITHIN an hour from the time Alfred had entered his office that
morning he was leaving it, in a taxi, with his faithful secretary
at his side, and his important papers in a bag at his feet.
"Take me to the Sherwood," he commanded the driver, "and be
quick."
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