| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Marie by H. Rider Haggard: Don't you see, we starve, we starve!"
"I have wagons and food," I answered.
"Allemachte! Henri," exclaimed the man, with a wild laugh, "do you hear
what your English spook says? He says that he has wagons and _food,
food, food!_"
Then Marais burst into tears and flung himself upon my breast, nearly
knocking me down. I wrenched myself free of him and ran to Marie, who
was lying face upwards on the ground. She seemed to hear my step, for
her eyes opened and she struggled to a sitting posture.
"Is it really you, Allan, or do I dream?" she murmured.
"It is I, it is I," I answered, lifting her to her feet, for she seemed
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Complete Poems of Longfellow by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow: A whim, and nothing more. I would fain keep it
As a memento of the Gypsy camp
In Guadarrama, and the fortune-teller
Who sent me back to wed a widowed maid.
Pray, let me have the ring.
Prec. No, never! never!
I will not part with it, even when I die;
But bid my nurse fold my pale fingers thus,
That it may not fall from them. 'T is a token
Of a beloved friend, who is no more.
Vict. How? dead?
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Virginian by Owen Wister: she saw the patch near the shoulder she had moved grow wet with
new blood, and at that sight she grasped at the stones upon which
she herself now sank. She held tight by two rocks, sitting
straight beside him, staring, and murmuring aloud, "I must not
faint; I will not faint;" and the standing horses looked at her,
pricking their ears.
In this cup-like spread of the ravine the sun shone warmly down,
the tall red cliff was warm, the pines were a warm film and
filter of green; outside the shade across Bear Creek rose the
steep, soft, open yellow hill, warm and high to the blue, and
Bear Creek tumbled upon its sunsparkling stones. The two horses
The Virginian |
