| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Heritage of the Desert by Zane Grey: "Jack--is it--really you?" she asked.
He answered with a kiss.
She slipped out of his arms breathless and scarlet. "Tell me all--"
"There's much to tell, but not before you kiss me. It has been more than
a year."
"Only a year! Have I been gone only a year?"
"Yes, a year. But it's past now. Kiss me, Mescal. One kiss will pay
for that long year, though it broke my heart."
Shyly she raised her hands to his shoulders and put her lips to his.
"Yes, you've found me, Jack, thank God! just in time!"
"Mescal! What's wrong? Aren't you well?"
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Scaramouche by Rafael Sabatini: I spoke to Mme. de Sautron. I told her that I would not continue
to receive one who came to me contaminated in that fashion." She
spoke of it with obvious difficulty, her colour rising as he
watched her half-averted face.
"Had you listened to me... " he was beginning, when again she
interrupted him.
"M. de Sautron conveyed my decision to him, and afterwards
represented him to me as a man in despair, repentant, ready to
give proofs - any proofs - of his sincerity and devotion to me. He
told me that M. de La Tour d'Azyr had sworn to him that he would
cut short that affair, that he would see La Binet no more. And
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Land that Time Forgot by Edgar Rice Burroughs: below for my breakfast, which the cook was already preparing
upon the electric stove. Lys, followed by Nobs, appeared as I
entered the centrale. She met me with a pleasant "Good morning!"
which I am afraid I replied to in a tone that was rather constrained
and surly.
"Will you breakfast with me?" I suddenly asked the girl,
determined to commence a probe of my own along the lines which
duty demanded.
She nodded a sweet acceptance of my invitation, and together we
sat down at the little table of the officers' mess.
"You slept well last night?" I asked.
The Land that Time Forgot |
