| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Adventure by Jack London: close together and small, advertised cruelty and craftiness. A
gee-string and a cartridge-belt were all the clothes he wore. The
carved pearl-shell ornament that hung from nose to chin and impeded
speech was purely ornamental, as were the holes in his ears mere
utilities for carrying pipe and tobacco. His broken-fanged teeth
were stained black by betel-nut, the juice of which he spat upon
the ground.
As he talked or listened, he made grimaces like a monkey. He said
yes by dropping his eyelids and thrusting his chin forward. He
spoke with childish arrogance strangely at variance with the
subservient position he occupied beneath the veranda. He, with his
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Copy-Cat & Other Stories by Mary E. Wilkins Freeman: of her rustling silk skirt a tiny pad and pencil. Effie
crossed the room and stood at attention while Felicia
wrote. When she had read the words on the pad she
gave one look at Annie, then another at Felicia, who
nodded.
Effie courtesied before Annie like a fairy dancer.
"Good morning. I hope you are well," she said.
Then she courtesied again and said, "Thank you,
I am very well." Her pretty little face was quite
eager with love and pleasure, and yet there was an
effect as of a veil before the happy emotion in it.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Allan Quatermain by H. Rider Haggard: fanned my face, and I felt that we had emerged from the tunnel
and were floating upon clear water. I say felt, for I could
see nothing, the darkness being absolutely pitchy, as it often
is just before the dawn. But even this could scarcely damp my
joy. We were out of that dreadful river, and wherever we might
have got to this at least was something to be thankful for.
And so I sat down and inhaled the sweet night air and waited
for the dawn with such patience as I could command.
CHAPTER XI
THE FROWNING CITY
For an hour or more I sat waiting (Umslopogaas having meanwhile
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