| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Land of Footprints by Stewart Edward White: more than an isolated and lonesome patch.
Before leaving London we had received from McMillan earnest
assurances that he kept open house, and that we must take
advantage of his hospitality should we happen his way. Therefore
when one of his white-robed Somalis approached us to inquire
respectfully as to what we wanted for dinner, we yielded weakly
to the temptation and told him. Then we marched us boldly to the
house and took possession.
All around the house ran a veranda, shaded bamboo curtains and
vines, furnished with the luxurious teakwood chairs of the
tropics of which you can so extend the arms as to form two
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Pool in the Desert by Sara Jeanette Duncan: second, in my untarnished picture, to what she was. Still I do not
think I can dissuade myself from putting it down.
They would, of course, inevitably have found each other sooner or
later, Mrs. Harbottle and Mrs. Chichele, but it was I who actually
introduced them; my palmy veranda in Rawul Pindi; where the teacups
used to assemble, was the scene of it. I presided behind my samovar
over the early formalities that were almost at once to drop from
their friendship, like the sheath of some bursting flower. I
deliberately brought them together, so the birth was not accidental,
and my interest in it quite legitimately maternal. We always had
tea in the veranda in Rawul Pindi, the drawing-room was painted
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Voice of the City by O. Henry: "No; I didn't tell him I'd been on the stage. I
hated the business and all that went with it; I'd
cut it out forever, and I didn't see any use of stirring
things up. I was a good girl, and I didn't have any-
thing to confess, except being an elocutionist, and
that was about all the strain my conscience would
stand.
"Oh, I tell you, Lynn, I was happy. I sang in
the choir and attended the sewing society, and re-
cited that 'Annie Laurie' thing with the whistling
stunt in it, 'in a manner bordering upon the profes-
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