| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Light of Western Stars by Zane Grey: with swift canter followed Stewart. Madeline looked back to see
Nels already up and Monty handing him a rifle. Then the pines
hid her view.
Once in the trail, Stewart's horse broke into a gallop. Majesty
changed his gait and kept at the black's heels. Stewart called
back a warning. The low, wide-spreading branches of trees might
brush Madeline out of the saddle. Fast riding through the forest
along a crooked, obstructed trail called forth all her alertness.
Likewise the stirring of her blood, always susceptible to the
spirit and motion of a ride, let alone one of peril, now began to
throb and burn away the worry, the dread, the coldness that had
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Land of Footprints by Stewart Edward White: you want the undoubtedly great joy of cross country pursuit, send
your hounds in after less noble game.
The third safe method of killing a lion is nocturnal. You lay out
a kill beneath a tree, and climb the tree. Or better, you hitch
out a pig or donkey as live bait. When the lion comes to this
free lunch, you try to see him; and, if you succeed in that, you
try to shoot him. It is not easy to shoot at night; nor is it
easy to see in the dark. Furthermore, lions only occasionally
bother to come to bait. You may roost up that tree many nights
before you get a chance. Once up, you have to stay up; for it is
most decidedly not safe to go home after dark. The tropical night
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from New Arabian Nights by Robert Louis Stevenson: with his most courtly bearing.
She accepted it; and the pair passed out of the chapel, Blanche in
a very drooping and shamefast condition, but Denis strutting and
ruffling in the consciousness of a mission, and the boyish
certainty of accomplishing it with honour.
The Sire de Maletroit rose to meet them with an ironical obeisance.
"Sir," said Denis, with the grandest possible air, "I believe I am
to have some say in the matter of this marriage; and let me tell
you at once, I will be no party to forcing the inclination of this
young lady. Had it been freely offered to me, I should have been
proud to accept her hand, for I perceive she is as good as she is
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