| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Where There's A Will by Mary Roberts Rinehart: to her, "you'll go back to school until the wedding is over."
"I won't leave Dicky." She swung around and gave Mr. Dick an
adoring glance, and Miss Patty looked discouraged.
"Take him with you," she said. "Isn't there some place near
where he could stay, and telephone you now and then?"
"Telephone!" said Mrs. Dick scornfully.
"Can't leave," Mr. Dick objected. "Got to be on the property."
Miss Patty shrugged her shoulders and turned to go. "You're both
perfectly hopeless," she said. "I'll go and tell father,
Dorothy, but you know what will happen. You'll be back in school
at Greenwich by to-night, and your--husband will probably be
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The White Moll by Frank L. Packard: could even get out that way, for it must be the room with the low
window, which she remembered gave on the back yard, and - She
darted silently forward, and, as the back door opened, slipped into
the room the Adventurer had just vacated.
It was pitch black. She must not make a sound; but, equally, she
must not lose a second. What was taking place in the Pug's room
between Pinkie Bonn and the Adventurer she did not know. But the
Adventurer was obviously on one of his marauding expeditions, and
he might stay there no more than a minute or two once he found out
that he had been forestalled. She must hurry - hurry!
She felt her way forward in what she believed to be the direction
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Christ in Flanders by Honore de Balzac: up his position at the helm. He looked at the sky, and as soon as they
were out in the open sea, he shouted to the men: "Pull away, pull with
all your might! The sea is smiling at a squall, the witch! I can feel
the swell by the way the rudder works, and the storm in my wounds."
The nautical phrases, unintelligible to ears unused to the sound of
the sea, seemed to put fresh energy into the oars; they kept time
together, the rhythm of the movement was still even and steady, but
quite unlike the previous manner of rowing; it was as if a cantering
horse had broken into a gallop. The gay company seated in the stern
amused themselves by watching the brawny arms, the tanned faces, and
sparkling eyes of the rowers, the play of the tense muscles, the
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