| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Spirit of the Border by Zane Grey: "Absurd! You ought to be ashamed of yourself."
"Never mind me. See here; don't you admire her?"
"Why--why, yes," stammered Jim, flushing a dark, guilty red at the direct
question. "Who could help admiring her?"
"That's what I thought. And I know she admires you for qualities which I lack.
Nell's like a tender vine just beginning to creep around and cling to
something strong. She cares for me; but her love is like the vine. It may hurt
her a little to tear that love away, but it won't kill her; and in the end it
will be best for her. You need a good wife. What could I do with a woman? Go
in and win her, Jim."
"Joe, you're sacrificing yourself again for me," cried Jim, white to the lips.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Polly of the Circus by Margaret Mayo: me by an old clown who belonged in the circus where she worked.
Before he died he asked me to look after her. She has no one
else. I shall certainly do so."
"That was when she was hurt. She's well now, and able to go back
where she came from. Do you expect us to have our young folks
associatin' with a circus ridin' girl?"
"So, that's it!" cried the pastor, with a pitying look. "You
think this child is unfit for your homes because she was once in
a circus. For some reason, circus to you spells crime. You call
yourself a Christian, Deacon Strong, and yet you insist that I
send a good, innocent girl back to a life which you say is
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Hidden Masterpiece by Honore de Balzac: collected in her passion, living in his happiness, his griefs;
sustaining the genius which overflowed in love ere it found in art its
destined expression.
"Listen, Gillette; come!"
The obedient, happy girl sprang lightly on the painter's knee. She was
all grace and beauty, pretty as the spring-time, decked with the
wealth of feminine charm, and lighting all with the fire of a noble
soul.
"O God!" he exclaimed, "I can never tell her!"
"A secret!" she cried; "then I must know it."
Poussin was lost in thought.
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