| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Montezuma's Daughter by H. Rider Haggard: I was the grandson of her old mistress.
It seemed that after my mother fled to England with my father, de
Garcia persecuted my grandmother and his aunt with lawsuits and by
other means, till at last she was reduced to beggary, in which
condition the villain left her to die. So poor was she indeed,
that she was buried in a public grave. After that the old woman,
my informant, said she had heard that de Garcia had committed some
crime and been forced to flee the country. What the crime was she
could not remember, but it had happened about fifteen years ago.
All this I learned when I had been about three months in Seville,
and though it was of interest it did not advance me in my search.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Master of the World by Jules Verne: arrange an encampment and to rest awhile after our hard trip over the
rough and rocky roads.
Of course, we were intensely eager to approach the Creek and see if
the "Terror" was still there. But prudence restrained us. A little
patience, and the night-would enable us to reach a commanding
position unsuspected. Wells urged this strongly; and despite my
eagerness, I felt that he was right.
The horses were unharnessed, and left to browse under the care of the
coachman who had driven us. The provisions were unpacked, and John
Hart and Nab Walker spread out a meal on the grass at the foot of a
superb cypress which recalled to me the forest odors of Morganton and
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Dawn O'Hara, The Girl Who Laughed by Edna Ferber: reserve. He continued his examination only after bribing
the Spalpeens shamefully, so that even their rapacious
demands were satisfied, and they trotted off contentedly.
There followed a process which reduced me to a
giggling heap but which Von Gerhard carried out
ceremoniously. It consisted of certain raps at my knees,
and shins, and elbows, and fingers, and certain commands
to--"look at my finger! Look at the wall! Look at my
finger! Look at the wall!"
"So!" said Von Gerhard at last, in a tone of
finality. I sank my battered frame into the nearest
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