| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Beauty and The Beast by Bayard Taylor: almshouse, who came on an errand to which he attached no great
importance. I owed the visit, apparently, to the circumstance that
my home lay in his way, and he could at once relieve his
conscience of a very trifling pressure and his pocket of a small
package, by calling upon me. His story was told in a few words;
the package was placed upon my table, and I was again left to my
meditations.
Two or three days before, a man who had the appearance of a "tramp"
had been observed by the people of a small village in the
neighborhood. He stopped and looked at the houses in a vacant way,
walked back and forth once or twice as if uncertain which of the
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Case of the Golden Bullet by Grace Isabel Colbron and Augusta Groner: and with less interest than before. They found a heap of loose
ashes in the bedroom stove. Letters and other trifles had been
burned there. Muller raked out the heap very carefully, but the
writing on the few pieces of paper still left whole was quite
illegible. There were several envelopes in the waste-basket, but
all of them were dated several months back. There was nothing that
could give the slightest clue.
The letter written by the murdered man was sufficient proof that
his death had been an act of vengeance. But who was it who had
carried out this secret, terrible deed? The victim had not been
allowed the time to write down the name of his murderer.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Spirit of the Border by Zane Grey: but for the agony that made it dim, would have beamed radiant.
"Find the place," said Mr. Wells, handing Jim a Bible. It was the one he
always carried in his pocket.
With trembling hand Jim turned the leaves. At last he found the lines, and
handed the book back to the old man.
Simple, sweet and sad was that marriage service. Nell and Jim knelt with hands
clasped over Mr. Wells. The old missionary's voice was faint; Nell's responses
were low, and Jim answered with deep and tender feeling. Beside them stood
Wingenund, a dark, magnificent figure.
"There! May God bless you!" murmured Mr. Wells, with a happy smile, closing
the Bible.
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