| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Betty Zane by Zane Grey: and the self-satisfied smile on his face. She watched several of the settlers
make poor attempts at the nail, and then, convinced that not one of the other
contestants could do so well as Miller, she slipped off the horse and ran
around to where Wetzel was standing by her pony.
"Lew, I believe Miller will win my prize," she whispered, placing her hand on
the hunter's arm. "He has scratched the nail, and I am sure no one except you
can do better. I do not want Miller to have anything of mine."
"And, little girl, you want me to shoot fer you," said Lewis.
"Yes, Lew, please come and shoot for me."
It was said of Wetzel that he never wasted powder. He never entered into the
races and shooting-matches of the settlers, yet it was well known that he was
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Secrets of the Princesse de Cadignan by Honore de Balzac: respect."
"Then are you like me, my dear?" asked the marquise; "have you never
felt the emotion of love while trying to love?"
"Never," replied the princess, laying her hand on the arm of her
friend.
They turned and seated themselves on a rustic bench beneath a jasmine
then coming into flower. Each had uttered one of those sayings that
are solemn to women who have reached their age.
"Like you," resumed the princess, "I have received more love than most
women; but through all my many adventures, I have never found
happiness. I committed great follies, but they had an object, and that
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Beasts of Tarzan by Edgar Rice Burroughs: fingers at his throat. He turned his head to see who had
attacked him, and his eyes went wide when he saw the face of
the ape-man close above his own.
Grimly the fingers tightened upon the mate's throat. He tried
to scream, to plead, but no sound came forth. His eyes
protruded as he struggled for freedom, for breath, for life.
Jane Clayton seized her husband's hands and tried to drag them
from the throat of the dying man; but Tarzan only shook his head.
"Not again," he said quietly. "Before have I permitted
scoundrels to live, only to suffer and to have you suffer for
my mercy. This time we shall make sure of one scoundrel--
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