| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Men of Iron by Howard Pyle: frightened group upon the landing of the stairs, talking together
in low voices about a matter he did not understand, excepting
that the armed men who had ridden into the courtyard had come for
Sir John Dale. None of the women paid any attention to him; so,
shunning their notice, he ran off down the winding stairs,
expecting every moment to be called back again by some one of
them.
A crowd of castle people, all very serious and quiet, were
gathered in the hall, where a number of strange men-at-arms
lounged upon the benches, while two billmen in steel caps and
leathern jacks stood guarding the great door, the butts of their
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Twilight Land by Howard Pyle: "I do not know," said the fagot-maker; "how did you come to be
there?"
"I am a great Genie," answered the monster, "and was conjured
thither by the great King Solomon, whose seal it is that thou
wearest upon thy finger. For a certain fault that I committed I
was confined in the box and hidden in the cavern where thou didst
find me to-day. There I lay for thousands of years until one day
three old magicians discovered the secret of where I lay hidden.
It was they who only this morning compelled me to give them that
vast treasure which thou sawest them take away from the cavern
not long since."
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Hated Son by Honore de Balzac: the doublet, the trunk-hose, and the rich collaret which gave to view
a throat as white as the lace around it. She stroked with her hand the
handsome face with its tiny pointed moustache, and "royale" as small
as the ermine tips upon her father's hood.
In the silence of the night, with her eyes fixed on the green silk
curtains which she no longer saw, the countess, forgetting the storm,
her husband, and her fears, recalled the days which seemed to her
longer than years, so full were they,--days when she loved, and was
beloved!--and the moment when, fearing her mother's sternness, she had
slipped one morning into her father's study to whisper her girlish
confidences on his knee, waiting for his smile at her caresses to say
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