| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Land of Footprints by Stewart Edward White: lingered in the jungle. At the upper edge we paused, collected
ourselves, and pushed cautiously through the thick border-screen
of bush.
The twilight was just fading into dusk. Of course we had taken
our bearings from the other hill; so now, after reassuring
ourselves of them, we began to wriggle our way at a great pace
through the high grass. Our calculations were quite accurate. We
stalked successfully, and at last, drenched in sweat, found
ourselves lying flat within ten yards of a small bush behind
which we could make out dimly the black mass of the largest beast
we had seen from across the way.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Pocket Diary Found in the Snow by Grace Isabel Colbron and Augusta Groner: asked.
Muller shook his head. "We knew it through Miss Langen herself."
"She has spoken to no one for over ten days."
"But you let her throw her notebook out of the window of the cab."
"Ah - "
"There, you see, you should not have let that happen."
Drops of perspiration stood out on Langen's forehead. Until now,
perhaps, he had had some possible hope of escape. It was useless
now, he knew.
As calmly as he had spoken thus far Muller continued. "For twenty
years I have been studying the hearts of criminals like yourself.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Scaramouche by Rafael Sabatini: You are like that. You go your own way in spite of advice from
older heads. Death of my life, girl, what do you know of men?"
"I am not complaining," she reminded him.
"No, but you may be presently, when you discover that you would have
done better to have been guided by your old father. So long as your
Marquis languished for you, there was nothing you could not have
done with the fool. So long as you let him have no more than your
fingertips to kiss... ah, name of a name! that was the time to
build your future. If you live to be a thousand you'll never have
such a chance again, and you've squandered it, for what?"
Mademoiselle sat down.- "You're sordid," she said, with disgust.
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