| The first excerpt represents the element of Air. It speaks of mental influences and the process of thought, and is drawn from Mistress Wilding by Rafael Sabatini: clink of his spurs, the swish of his scabbard against the shrubs, and
reason told her that this was no ghost.
She held out her arms to him. "Anthony! Anthony!" She staggered
forward, and he was no more than in time to catch her as she swayed.
He held her fast against h:m and kissed her brow. "Sweet," he said,
"forgive me that I frightened you. I came by the orchard gate, and my
coming was so timely that I could not hold in my answer to your cry."
Her eyelids fluttered, she drew a long sighing breath, and nestled
closer to him. "Anthony!" she murmured again, and reached up a hand
to stroke his face, to feel that it was truly living flesh.
And Sir Rowland, realizing, too, by now that here was no ghost,
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The second excerpt represents the element of Fire. It speaks of emotional influences and base passions, and is drawn from The White Moll by Frank L. Packard: with her father - why should she now, when there was nothing but
the silence and the darkness to be afraid of!
The flashlight went on again, its ray creeping inquisitively now
along the rear wall of the shop. It held finally on an escritoire
over in the far corner at her right.
Once more the light went out. She moved swiftly across the floor,
and in a moment more was bending over the escritoire. And now,
with her body hiding the flashlight's rays from the front windows,
she examined the desk. It was an old-fashioned, spindle-legged
affair, with a nest of pigeonholes and multifarious little drawers.
One of the drawers, wider than any of the others, and in the center,
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| The third excerpt represents the element of Water. It speaks of pure spiritual influences and feelings of love, and is drawn from Moon-Face and Other Stories by Jack London: "He is a beauty," Chris said.
But her face had suddenly gone grave, and apprehension brooded in her eyes.
"He's called Comanche," Chris went on. "A beauty, a regular beauty, the
perfect type of the Californian cow-pony. And his lines--why, what's the
matter?"
Don't let us ride any more," Lute said, "at least for a while. Really, I think
I am a tiny bit tired of it, too."
He was looking at her in astonishment, and she was bravely meeting his eyes.
"I see hearses and flowers for you," he began, "and a funeral oration; I see
the end of the world, and the stars falling out of the sky, and the heavens
rolling up as a scroll; I see the living and the dead gathered together for
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The fourth excerpt represents the element of Earth. It speaks of physical influences and the impact of the unseen on the visible world, and is drawn from Lost Continent by Edgar Rice Burroughs: He looked up at us, and very slowly the light of
consciousness returned to his eyes.
"What happened, Thirty-six?" I asked him.
He tried to reply, but the effort caused him to cough,
bringing about a hemorrhage of the lungs and again he fell
back exhausted. For several long minutes he lay as one
dead, then in an almost inaudible whisper he spoke.
"Snider--" He paused, tried to speak again, raised a hand,
and pointed down-river. "They--went--back," and then he
shuddered convulsively and died.
None of us voiced his belief. But I think they were all
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