| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Dream Life and Real Life by Olive Schreiner: that she wished I was dead; that she wished I had never come to the
village. She did not know, when we went out riding, and a man who had
always ridden beside her came to ride beside me, that I sent him away; that
once when a man thought to win my favour by ridiculing her slow drawl
before me I turned on him so fiercely that he never dared come before me
again. I knew she knew that at the hotel men had made a bet as to which
was the prettier, she or I, and had asked each man who came in, and that
the one who had staked on me won. I hated them for it, but I would not let
her see that I cared about what she felt towards me.
She and I never spoke to each other.
If we met in the village street we bowed and passed on; when we shook hands
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Lock and Key Library by Julian Hawthorne, Ed.: that of others, we cannot in the end fail to reach it. The victory
of the Cross is ours. You know that? You believe that?"
"Yes" I answered, softly, too surprised to say more. In speaking
of religion he, as a rule, showed to the full the reserve which is
characteristic of his class and country, and this sudden outburst
was in itself astonishing; but the eager anxiety with which he
emphasized the last words of appeal impressed and bewildered me
still further. We walked on for some minutes in silence. Then
suddenly Alan stopped, and turning, took my hand in his. In what
direction his mind had been working in the interval I could not
divine; but the moment he began to speak I felt that he was now for
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Spirit of the Border by Zane Grey: the glade. Under the trees on every side sat warriors astride their steeds;
some lounged on the green turf; many reclined in the branches of low-spreading
maples.
As Jim looked out over the sea of faces he started in surprise. The sudden
glance of fiery eyes had impelled his gaze. He recognized Silvertip, the
Shawnee chief. The Indian sat motionless on a powerful black horse. Jim
started again, for the horse was Joe's thoroughbred, Lance. But Jim had no
further time to think of Joe's enemy, for Heckewelder stepped back.
Jim took the vacated seat, and, with a far-reaching, resonant voice began his
discourse to the Indians.
"Chieftains, warriors, maidens, children of the forest, listen, and your ears
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