| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Case of the Registered Letter by Grace Isabel Colbron and Augusta Groner: him this letter, requesting that Pernburg forward it to you before
a certain date. When I explained the circumstances to Mr. Pernburg,
he gave me the letter at once. I feel that this paper holds the
clue to the mystery. Will you open it?"
With trembling hands the girl tore open the envelope. It enclosed
still another sealed envelope, without an address. But there was
a sheet of paper around this letter, on which was written the
following:
My beloved Eleonore:
Before you read what I have to say to you here I want you to promise
me, in memory of our love and by your hope of future salvation, that
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot: There I saw one I knew, and stopped him, crying 'Stetson!
'You who were with me in the ships at Mylae! 70
'That corpse you planted last year in your garden,
'Has it begun to sprout? Will it bloom this year?
'Or has the sudden frost disturbed its bed?
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'Oh keep the Dog far hence, that's friend to men,
'Or with his nails he'll dig it up again!
'You! hypocrite lecteur! -- mon semblable, -- mon frère!'
II. A GAME OF CHESS
THE Chair she sat in, like a burnished throne,
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Circular Staircase by Mary Roberts Rinehart: assist in the search for the missing man, and at that time the
country was being scoured in all directions.
The household staff was again depleted that afternoon. Liddy was
waiting to tell me that the new cook had gone, bag and baggage,
without waiting to be paid. No one had admitted the visitor whom
Warner had heard in the library, unless, possibly, the missing
cook. Again I was working in a circle.
CHAPTER XXVII
WHO IS NINA CARRINGTON?
The four days, from Saturday to the following Tuesday, we lived,
or existed, in a state of the most dreadful suspense. We ate
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