| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Man in Lower Ten by Mary Roberts Rinehart: was distasteful, but that she had determined on a course and was
carrying it through. We reached the end of the train almost
together - empty-handed, both of us.
The girl went out to the platform. When she saw me she moved aside,
and I stepped out beside her. Behind us the track curved sharply;
the early sunshine threw the train, in long black shadow, over the
hot earth. Forward somewhere they were hammering. The girl said
nothing, but her profile was strained and anxious.
"I - if you have lost anything," I began, "I wish you would let me
try to help. Not that my own success is anything to boast of."
She hardly glanced at me. It was not flattering. "I have not been
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Maria, or the Wrongs of Woman by Mary Wollstonecraft: never losing sight of her main object, Maria did not allow any
opportunity to slip of winning on the affections of Jemima; for
she discovered in her a strength of mind, that excited her esteem,
clouded as it was by the misanthropy of despair.
An insulated being, from the misfortune of her birth, she
despised and preyed on the society by which she had been oppressed,
and loved not her fellow-creatures, because she had never been
beloved. No mother had ever fondled her, no father or brother had
protected her from outrage; and the man who had plunged her into
infamy, and deserted her when she stood in greatest need of support,
deigned not to smooth with kindness the road to ruin. Thus degraded,
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Danny's Own Story by Don Marquis: anything about it to the other.
Along toward dusk we takes a walk. They was
a good-sized crick at the edge of that little place,
and on it an old-fashioned worter mill. Above
the mill a little piece was a bridge. We crossed it
and walked along a road that follered the crick
bank closte fur quite a spell.
It wasn't much of a town--something betwixt a
village and a settlement--although they was going
to run a branch of the railroad over to it before very
long. It had had a chancet to get a railroad once,
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