| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Alexander's Bridge by Willa Cather: were meant to be happy, a little," she said.
They had lunch at Richmond and then walked
to Twickenham, where they had sent the carriage.
They drove back, with a glorious sunset behind them,
toward the distant gold-washed city.
It was one of those rare afternoons
when all the thickness and shadow of London
are changed to a kind of shining, pulsing,
special atmosphere; when the smoky vapors
become fluttering golden clouds, nacreous
veils of pink and amber; when all that
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Street of Seven Stars by Mary Roberts Rinehart: loneliness, he bought her a most hideous brooch, which he thought
admirable in every way and highly ornamental and which he could
not afford at all. This he mailed, with a cheery greeting, and
feeling happier and much poorer made his way homeward.
CHAPTER XV
Christmas-Eve in the saloon of Maria Theresa! Christmas-Eve, with
the great chandelier recklessly ablaze and a pig's head with
cranberry eyes for supper! Christmas-Eve, with a two-foot tree
gleaming with candles on the stand, and beside the stand, in a
huge chair, Jimmy!
It had been a busy day for Harmony. In the morning there had been
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Montezuma's Daughter by H. Rider Haggard: with fear, tore my clothes from my body and showed the cruel scars
that marked it.
"'You are Englishmen," I cried to the sailors, "and will you
deliver me to these foreign devils, who am of your blood? Look at
their handiwork," and I pointed to the half-healed scars left by
the red-hot pincers; "if you give me up, you send me back to more
of this torment and to death by burning. Pity my wife if you will
not pity me, or if you will pity neither, then lend me a sword that
by death I may save myself from torture."
'Then one of the seamen, a Southwold man who had known my father,
called out: "By God! I for one will stand by you, Thomas Wingfield.
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