| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Moon-Face and Other Stories by Jack London: Chris. I love you . . . I cannot tell you how. You are everything to me, and
more besides. You remember that Christmas tree of the children?--when we
played blindman's buff? and you caught me by the arm so, with such a clutching
of fingers that I cried out with the hurt? I never told you, but the arm was
badly bruised. And such sweet I got of it you could never guess. There, black
and blue, was the imprint of your fingers--your fingers, Chris, your fingers.
It was the touch of you made visible. It was there a week, and I kissed the
marks--oh, so often! I hated to see them go; I wanted to rebruise the arm and
make them linger. I was jealous of the returning white that drove the bruise
away. Somehow,--oh! I cannot explain, but I loved you so!"
In the silence that fell, she continued her caressing of his hair, while she
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Riders of the Purple Sage by Zane Grey: And the horses settled from hard, furious gallop into a
long-stridng, driving run. She had never ridden at anything like
that pace; desperately she tried to get the swing of the horse,
to be of some help to him in that race, to see the best of the
ground and guide him into it. But she failed of everything except
to keep her seat the saddle, and to spur and spur. At times she
closed her eyes unable to bear sight of Fay's golden curls
streaming in the wind. She could not pray; she could not rail;
she no longer cared for herself. All of life, of good, of use in
the world, of hope in heaven entered in Lassiter's ride with
little Fay to safety. She would have tried to turn the iron-jawed
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from King Henry VI by William Shakespeare: Sends me a paper to persuade me patience?
Is this the alliance that he seeks with France?
Dare he presume to scorn us in this manner?
QUEEN MARGARET.
I told your majesty as much before;
This proveth Edward's love and Warwick's honesty.
WARWICK.
King Lewis, I here protest, in sight of heaven,
And by the hope I have of heavenly bliss,
That I am clear from this misdeed of Edward's;
No more my king, for he dishonours me,
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