| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Betty Zane by Zane Grey: village. Cornplanter will not get over that surprise in many a moon."
Betty had always hated the very mention of the Indian girl who had been the
cause of her brother's long absence from home. But she was so happy in the
knowledge of his return that she felt that it was in her power to forgive
much; more over, the white, weary face of the Indian maiden touched Betty's
warm heart. With her quick intuition she had divined that this was even a
greater trial for Myeerah. Undoubtedly the Indian girl feared the scorn of her
lover's people. She showed it in her trembling hands, in her fearful glances.
Finding that Myeerah could speak and understand English, Betty became more
interested in her charge every moment. She set about to make Myeerah
comfortable, and while she removed the wet and stained garments she talked all
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Case of The Lamp That Went Out by Grace Isabel Colbron and Augusta Groner: way out; he wrote only that if the matter came to a scandal there
would be nothing for him to do but to kill himself. This was one
reason more for her silence, and Mrs. Thome faded to a wan shadow of
her former sunny self.
As she looked down from the balcony, she was like a woman suffering
from a deathly illness. A new terror had come to her heart because
her husband had gone away so early without telling her why or whither
he had gone. When she saw him coming towards the door of the hotel,
pale and drooping, and when she saw Mrs. Bernauer beside him, her
heart seemed to stand still. She crept back from the window and
stood in the middle of the room as Herbert Thorne and his former
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Market-Place by Harold Frederic: as they shook hands; "either that or--or anything else."
"I shall preserve the most guarded--the most diplomatic secrecy,"
his Lordship assured him, as they walked toward the door.
Thorpe opened this door, and stepped aside, with a half bow,
to facilitate the exit of the Marquis, who bent gracious
acknowledgment of the courtesy. Then, with an abrupt
start of surprise, the two men straightened themselves.
Directly in front of them, leaning lightly against the
brass-rail which guarded the entrance to the Board Room,
stood Lord Plowden.
A certain sense of confusion, unwelcome but inevitable,
The Market-Place |
