| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Circular Staircase by Mary Roberts Rinehart: and she made me promise to see you and tell you this: don't give
up the search for him. Find him, and find him soon. He is
living."
"Well," I said, "if she knows that, she knows more. She is a
very cruel and ungrateful girl."
"She is a very sick girl," he said gravely. "Neither you nor I
can judge her until we know everything. Both she and her mother
are ghosts of their former selves. Under all this, these two
sudden deaths, this bank robbery, the invasions at Sunnyside and
Halsey's disappearance, there is some mystery that, mark my
words, will come out some day. And when it does, we shall find
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Z. Marcas by Honore de Balzac: honest.
"I have no clothes," replied Marcas.
"Rely on us," said Juste, with a glance at me.
Marcas had the courage to trust us; a light flashed in his eye, he
pushed his fingers through his hair, lifting it from his forehead with
a gesture that showed some confidence in his luck and when he had thus
unveiled his face, so to speak, we saw in him a man absolutely unknown
to us--Marcas sublime, Marcas in his power! His mind was in its
element--the bird restored to the free air, the fish to the water, the
horse galloping across the plain.
It was transient. His brow clouded again, he had, it would seem, a
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Ozma of Oz by L. Frank Baum: their shapes were as rough and rugged as if they had been broken away
from the side of the mountain. They kept close to the steep cliff
facing our friends, and glided up and down, and this way and that,
with a lack of regularity that was quite confusing. And they seemed
not to need places to rest their feet, but clung to the surface of the
rock as a fly does to a window-pane, and were never still for a moment.
"Do not mind them," said Tiktok, as Dorothy shrank back. "They are
on-ly the Nomes."
"And what are Nomes?" asked the girl, half frightened.
"They are rock fair-ies, and serve the Nome King," replied the machine.
"But they will do us no harm. You must call for the King, be-cause
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