| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Lair of the White Worm by Bram Stoker: The bread was of simple whole-meal, home-baked. The butter was
good, since she had made it herself, while the preserves and honey
came from her own garden. Her face beamed with satisfaction when
the guest eyed the appointments with a supercilious glance. It was
a shock to the poor girl herself, for she enjoyed offering to a
guest the little hospitalities possible to her; but that had to be
sacrificed with other pleasures.
Caswall's face was more set and iron-clad than ever--his piercing
eyes seemed from the very beginning to look her through and through.
Her heart quailed when she thought of what would follow--of what
would be the end, when this was only the beginning. As some
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Letters of Two Brides by Honore de Balzac: that you are well and that everything prospers with you; for I love
you, Renee, and I want to know what you are feeling and thinking of,
just as I say everything to you, at the risk of being scolded, or
censured, or misunderstood. Your silence and seclusion in the country,
at the time when you might be in Paris enjoying all the Parliamentary
honors of the Comte de l'Estorade, cause me serious anxiety. You know
that your husband's "gift of gab" and unsparing zeal have won for him
quite a position here, and he will doubtless receive some very good
post when the session is over. Pray, do you spend your life writing
him letters of advice? Numa was not so far removed from his Egeria.
Why did you not take this opportunity of seeing Paris? I might have
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Nada the Lily by H. Rider Haggard: from sleep; and presently the sound of their chase grew fainter and
fainter, till at last I was out of sight and alone.
CHAPTER III
MOPO VENTURES HOME
I threw myself down on the grass and panted till my breath came back;
then I went and hid in a patch of reeds down by a swamp. All day long
I lay there thinking. What was I to do? Now I was a jackal without a
hole. If I went back to my people, certainly they would kill me, whom
they thought a thief. My blood would be given for Noma's, and that I
did not wish, though my heart was sad. Then there came into my mind
the thought of Chaka, the boy to whom I had given the cup of water
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