| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Prince Otto by Robert Louis Stevenson: interview, and must spoil the golden hour with protestations.
'All!' she went on, 'I have ruined all! But, Otto, in kindness you
must hear me - not justify, but own, my faults. I have been taught
so cruelly; I have had such time for thought, and see the world so
changed. I have been blind, stone-blind; I have let all true good
go by me, and lived on shadows. But when this dream fell, and I had
betrayed you, and thought I had killed - ' She paused. 'I thought
I had killed Gondremark,' she said with a deep flush, 'and I found
myself alone, as you said.'
The mention of the name of Gondremark pricked the Princes generosity
like a spur. 'Well,' he cried, 'and whose fault was it but mine?
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from War and Peace by Leo Tolstoy: to one side, raising his arm, and fell on his chest. Several
officers ran up to him. From the right side of his abdomen, blood
was welling out making a large stain on the grass.
The militiamen with stretchers who were called up stood behind the
officers. Prince Andrew lay on his chest with his face in the grass,
breathing heavily and noisily.
"What are you waiting for? Come along!"
The peasants went up and took him by his shoulders and legs, but
he moaned piteously and, exchanging looks, they set him down again.
"Pick him up, lift him, it's all the same!" cried someone.
They again took him by the shoulders and laid him on the stretcher.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Options by O. Henry: troy weight of it, but the sixteen-ounces-to-the-pound force of it?'
"'Never,' says I. 'I never take in any bad money.'
"Shane drops down on the floor and throws his arms over the sacks of
gold-dust.
"'I love it,, says he. 'I want to feel the touch of it day and night.
It's my pleasure in life. I come in this room, and I'm a king and a
rich man. I'll be a millionaire in another year. The pile's getting
bigger every month. I've got the whole tribe washing out the sands in
the creeks. I'm the happiest man in the world, W. D. I just want to
be near this gold, and know it's mine and it's increasing every day.
Now, you know,' says he, 'why my Indians wouldn't buy your goods.
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