| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Virginian by Owen Wister: us!" he exclaimed. "Drivin' away right now in his little old
buggy!" He turned to me, and our eyes met solemnly over this
large fact. I thought that I perceived the faintest tincture of
dismay in the features of Judge Henry's new, responsible, trusty
foreman. This was the first act of his administration. Once again
he looked out at the departing missionary. "Well," he
vindictively stated, "I cert'nly ain't goin' to run afteh him."
And he looked at me again.
"Do you suppose the Judge knows?" I inquired.
He shook his head. "The windo' shades is all down still oveh
yondeh." He paused. "I don't care," he stated, quite as if he had
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Love Songs by Sara Teasdale: Was not the body dear to you?"
I heard my soul say carelessly,
"The myrtle flowers will grow more blue."
VI. Wood Song
I heard a wood thrush in the dusk
Twirl three notes and make a star --
My heart that walked with bitterness
Came back from very far.
Three shining notes were all he had,
And yet they made a starry call --
I caught life back against my breast
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Little Women by Louisa May Alcott: she departed, feeling that a cool drive would soothe her ruffled spirit
and fit her for the labors of the day. After some delay, the object of
her desire was procured, likewise a bottle of dressing to prevent
further loss of time at home, and off she drove again, well pleased with
her own forethought.
As the omnibus contained only one other passenger, a sleepy old
lady, Amy pocketed her veil and beguiled the tedium of the way by
trying to find out where all her money had gone to. So busy was she
with her card full of refractory figures that she did not observe a
newcomer, who entered without stopping the vehicle, till a masculine
voice said, "Good morning, Miss March," and, looking up, she beheld
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