| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Outlaw of Torn by Edgar Rice Burroughs: the blood to surge beneath the velvet of her cheek, and
her breasts to rise and fall above her fast beating heart.
She let him take her fingers in his and raise them to
his lips, and then they stood looking into each other's
eyes in silence for a long moment.
"I do not know how to tell you what I have come
to tell," he said sadly. "I have not meant to deceive
you to your harm, but the temptation to be with you
and those whom you typify must be my excuse. I--"
He paused. It was easy to tell her that he was the Out-
law of Torn, but if she loved him, as he feared, how
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Mistress Wilding by Rafael Sabatini: will walk our horses up the hill."
"You are very good, madam," said Mr. Wilding, and he bowed to the
withers of his roan.
Ruth said nothing; expressed neither approval nor disapproval of Diana's
withdrawal, and the latter, with a word of greeting to Wilding, went
ahead followed by Jerry, who had regained control by now of the beast
he bestrode. Wilding watched them until they turned the corner, then
he walked his mare slowly forward until he was alongside Ruth.
"Before I go," said he, "there is something I should like to say."
His dark eyes were sombre, his manner betrayed some hesitation.
The diffidence of his tone proved startling to her by virtue of its
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Sarrasine by Honore de Balzac: he took her in his arms and carried her for some distance, running.
When he was within call of a vineyard near by, he set his mistress
down.
" 'Tell me,' he said, 'why it is that this extreme weakness which in
another woman would be hideous, would disgust me, so that the
slightest indication of it would be enough to destroy my love,--why is
it that in you it pleases me, fascinates me? Oh, how I love you!' he
continued. 'All your faults, your frights, your petty foibles, add an
indescribable charm to your character. I feel that I should detest a
Sappho, a strong, courageous woman, overflowing with energy and
passion. O sweet and fragile creature! how couldst thou be otherwise?
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