| The first excerpt represents the element of Air. It speaks of mental influences and the process of thought, and is drawn from Chita: A Memory of Last Island by Lafcadio Hearn: the coming of the storm inspired him to speak! And as I listened
to him, listening also to the clamoring of the coast, there
flashed back to me recollection of a singular Breton fancy: that
the Voice of the Sea is never one voice, but a tumult of many
voices--voices of drowned men,--the muttering of multitudinous
dead,--the moaning of innumerable ghosts, all rising, to rage
against the living, at the great Witch call of storms....
IV.
The charm of a single summer day on these island shores is
something impossible to express, never to be forgotten. Rarely,
in the paler zones, do earth and heaven take such luminosity:
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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 Case of The Lamp That Went Out by Grace Isabel Colbron and Augusta Groner: herself together again. A few steps and then she turned and broke
into a run. When she reached the end of the street, breathless
from haste and excitement, she found herself in one of the main
arteries of traffic of the suburb, but owing to the early hour
this street was almost as quiet as the lane she had just left.
Finally the frightened girl's eyes caught sight of the figure of
a policeman coming around the next corner. She flew to meet him
and recognised him as the officer of that beat.
"Why, what is the matter?" he asked. "Why are you so excited?"
"Down there-in the lane, there's a dead man," answered the girl,
gasping for breath.
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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 Camille by Alexandre Dumas: believe it, but who pretended to, out of respect for all those in
whose company Marguerite had lived.
Then we called on Julie Duprat, who told us the sad incident
which she had witnessed, shedding real tears at the remembrance
of her friend.
Lastly, we went to Marguerite's grave, on which the first rays of
the April sun were bringing the first leaves into bud.
One duty remained to Armand--to return to his father. He wished
me to accompany him.
We arrived at C., where I saw M. Duval, such as I had imagined
him from the portrait his son had made of him, tall, dignified,
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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 Lady Chatterley's Lover by D. H. Lawrence: this year and another next. But Wragby still stands. Stick by Wragby as
far as Wragby sticks by you. Then please yourself. But you'll get very
little out of making a break. You can make a break if you wish. You
have an independent income, the only thing that never lets you down.
But you won't get much out of it. Put a little baronet in Wragby. It's
an amusing thing to do.'
And Sir Malcolm sat back and smiled again. Connie did not answer.
'I hope you had a real man at last,' he said to her after a while,
sensually alert.
'I did. That's the trouble. There aren't many of them about,' she said.
'No, by God!' he mused. 'There aren't! Well, my dear, to look at you,
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