| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Son of Tarzan by Edgar Rice Burroughs: not love. I did not know what love was until I knew that
Korak lived," and she turned toward The Killer with a smile.
Lady Greystoke looked quickly up into the eyes of her son--
the son who one day would be Lord Greystoke. No thought of
the difference in the stations of the girl and her boy entered
her mind. To her Meriem was fit for a king. She only wanted to
know that Jack loved the little Arab waif. The look in his eyes
answered the question in her heart, and she threw her arms about
them both and kissed them each a dozen times.
"Now," she cried, "I shall really have a daughter!"
It was several weary marches to the nearest mission; but they
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Sons of the Soil by Honore de Balzac: youth, with the devotion which in truly virgin souls gives birth to
divinest poesy. Catherine had just swept her coarse hands across the
sensitive strings of that choice harp, strung to the breaking-point.
To dance before Michaud, to shine at the Soulanges ball and inscribe
herself on the memory of that adored master! What glorious thoughts!
To fling them into that volcanic head was like casting live coals upon
straw dried in the August sun.
"No, Catherine," replied La Pechina, "I am ugly and puny; my lot is to
sit in a corner and never to be married, but live alone in the world."
"Men like weaklings," said Catherine. "You see me, don't you?" she
added, showing her handsome, strong arms. "I please Godain, who is a
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Mistress Wilding by Rafael Sabatini: Wilding's lodgings in Covent Garden, unattended and closely muffled,
and he remained closeted with the Duke's ambassador for nigh upon an
hour, at the end of which he entrusted Mr. Wilding with a letter for
the Duke, very brief but entirely to the point, which expressed him
Monmouth's most devoted servant.
"You may well judge, sir," he had said at parting, "that this is not
such a letter as I should entrust to any man."
Mr. Wilding had bowed gravely, and gravely he had expressed himself
sensible of the exceptional honour his lordship did him by such a trust.
"And I depend upon you, sir, as you are a man of honour, to take such
measures as will ensure against its falling into any but the hands for
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