| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Little Women by Louisa May Alcott: cried out in a fierce tone, "Don't tell me that, Jo, I can't bear
it now!"
"Tell what?" she asked, wondering at his violence.
"That you love that old man."
"What old man?" demanded Jo, thinking he must mean his
grandfather.
"That devilish Professor you were always writing about.
If you say you love him, I know I shall do something desperate."
And he looked as if he would keep his word, as he clenched
his hands with a wrathful spark in his eyes.
Jo wanted to laugh, but restrained herself and said warmly,
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Under the Red Robe by Stanley Weyman: behind. The moment he did so, and his eyes were averted, I
slipped out the scrap of satin in which I had placed the pebble,
and balancing it carefully on my right thigh as I rode, I flipped
it forward with all the strength of my thumb and finger. I meant
it to fall a few paces before us in the path, where it could be
seen. But alas for my hopes! At the critical moment my horse
started, my finger struck the scrap aslant, the pebble flew out,
and the bit of stuff fluttered into a whin-bush close to my
stirrup--and was lost!
I was bitterly disappointed, for the same thing might happen
again, and I had now only three scraps left. But fortune
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Baby Mine by Margaret Mayo: left no doubt as to her opinion that he was a craven coward.
"But you said he'd 'found out,' " stammered Jimmy.
"He's found out that I ate with a MAN," answered Zoie, more and
more aggrieved at having to employ so much detail in the midst of
her distress. "He doesn't know it was you."
"But Zoie----" protested Jimmy.
She lifted a small hand, begging him to spare her further
questions. It was apparent that she must explain each aspect of
their present difficulty, with as much patience as though Jimmy
were in reality only a child. She sank into her chair and then
proceeded, with a martyred air.
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