| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Wyoming by William MacLeod Raine: circled the hills to make sure she was alone.
"Ce'tainly, ma'am. We're sure delighted to meet up with you.
Ain't we, Two-step?"
For himself, he spoke the simple truth. He lived in his
sensations, spurring himself to fresh ones as he had but just now
been spurring his horse to sate the greed of conquest in him. And
this high-spirited, gallant creature--he could feel her vital
courage in the very ring of her voice--offered a rare fillip to
his jaded appetite. The dusky, long-lashed eyes which always give
a woman an effect of beauty, the splendid fling of head, and the
piquant, finely cut features, with their unconscious tale of
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Trooper Peter Halket of Mashonaland by Olive Schreiner: if my pot isn't boiling over. Won't yours burn?"
"No, I asked the Captain's boy to keep an eye on it--but I expect he won't.
Do you put the rice in with the mealies?"
"Got to; I've got no other pot. And the fellows don't object. It's a
tasty variety, you know!"
The keen-faced man slouched away across the square to where his fire burnt;
and presently the other man rose and went, either to look at his own pot or
sleep under the carts; and the large Colonial man was left alone. His fire
was burning satisfactorily about fifty feet off, and he folded his arms on
the ground and rested his forehead on them, and watched lazily the little
black ants that ran about in the red sand, just under his nose.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Young Forester by Zane Grey: Dick could send officers to relieve him. Thereupon we cooked a meal, and I
was put to feeding Herky and his companions. Dick ordered me especially to
make them drink water, as it might be a day or longer before Hiram could
get back. I made Bill drink, and easily filled up Herky; but Bud, who never
drank anything save whiskey, gave me a job. He refused with a growl, and I
insisted with what I felt sure was Christian patience. Still he would not
drink, so I put the cup to his lips and tipped it. Bud promptly spat the
water all over me. And I as promptly got another cupful and dashed it all
over him.
"Bud, you'll drink or I'll drown you," I declared.
So while Bill cracked hoarse jokes and Herky swore his pleasure, I made Bud
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