| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Bab:A Sub-Deb, Mary Roberts Rinehart by Mary Roberts Rinehart: killed, thus dying a noble Death? Or should I remain still? I
decided on the latter.
And now, dear Log or Journal, I must record what followed, which I
shall do as acurately as I can, in case of having later on to call
in the Secret Service and read this to them.
There is a safe built in my resadence under the stairs, in which
the silver service, plates, etcetera, are stored, as to big for the
Safe Deposit, besides being a nusance to send for every time there
is a dinner.
This safe only my father can unlock, or rather, this I fondly
believed until tonight. But how diferent are the facts! For William
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Son of Tarzan by Edgar Rice Burroughs: would stand motionless for a moment. Thus was he worming
his way behind the guard when the latter straightened up, opened
his cavernous mouth in a wide yawn, and stretched his arms
above his head. Korak stood rigid as stone. Another step and he
would be within the hut. The black lowered his arms and relaxed.
Behind him was the frame work of the doorway. Often before had
it supported his sleepy head, and now he leaned back to enjoy
the forbidden pleasure of a cat nap.
But instead of the door frame his head and shoulders came in
contact with the warm flesh of a pair of living legs.
The exclamation of surprise that almost burst from his lips
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Vailima Letters by Robert Louis Stevenson: and each one of the authors had to draw a portrait of him or
herself in a Ouida light. Leigh, Lady J., Fanny, R.L.S.,
Belle and Graham were the authors.
In the midst of this gay life, I have finally recopied two
chapters, and drafted for the first time three of Davie
Balfour. But it is not a life that would continue to suit
me, and if I have not continued to write to you, you will
scarce wonder. And to-day we all go down again to dinner,
and to-morrow they all come up to lunch! The world is too
much with us. But it now nears an end, to-day already the
CURACOA has sailed; and on Saturday or Sunday Lady Jersey
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