| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Case of the Golden Bullet by Grace Isabel Colbron and Augusta Groner: has hurt himself by it - hurt himself badly. They were tired of his
peculiarities at the capital, and wanted to make his years an excuse
to discharge him. I happened to get wind of it, and it was my
weakness for him that saved him."
"Yes, you brought him here when they transferred you to this town,
I remember now."
"I'm afraid it wasn't such a good thing for him, after all. Nothing
ever happens here, and a gift like Muller's needs occupation to keep
it fresh. I'm afraid his talents will dull and wither here. The
man has grown perceptibly older in this inaction. His mind is like
a high-bred horse that needs exercise to keep it in good condition."
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Black Arrow by Robert Louis Stevenson: the house the darkness of the night had almost come. On the stair-
landings, torches flared in iron holders; down the long, tapestried
corridors, a lamp burned by every door. And where the door stood
open, Dick could look in upon arras-covered walls and rush-
bescattered floors, glowing in the light of the wood fires.
Two floors were passed, and at every landing the younger and
shorter of the two ladies had looked back keenly at the monk. He,
keeping his eyes lowered, and affecting the demure manners that
suited his disguise, had but seen her once, and was unaware that he
had attracted her attention. And now, on the third floor, the
party separated, the younger lady continuing to ascend alone, the
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Bucky O'Connor by William MacLeod Raine: commanded the valley below. The rider presented a striking enough
appearance to take and hold the roving eye of any young woman in
search of romance. He was a slender, lithe young Adonis of medium
height. His hair and eyebrows left one doubtful whether to
pronounce them black or brown, but the eyes called for an
immediate verdict of Irish blue. Every inch of him spoke of
competency--promised mastership of any situation likely to arise.
But when the last word is said it was the eyes that dominated the
personality. They could run the whole gamut of emotions, or they
could be impervious as a stone wall. Now they were deep and
innocent as a girl's, now they rollicked with the buoyant youth
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