| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Desert Gold by Zane Grey: When she saw Thorne she flew noiselessly down the stairway to him.
He caught her in his arms. Then she spoke softly, brokenly, in a
low, swift voice. It was a mingling of incoherent Spanish and
English; but to Gale it was mellow, deep, unutterably tender, a
voice full of joy, fear, passion, hope, and love.
Upon Gale it had an unaccountable effect. He found himself thrilling,
wondering.
Thorne led the girl to the center of the room, under the light where
Gale stood. She had raised a white hand, holding a black-laced
mantilla half aside. Dick saw a small, dark head, proudly held,
an oval face half hidden, white as a flower, and magnificent
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from House of Mirth by Edith Wharton: Show, and the public it attracted, had ostensibly come to be
classed among the spectacles disdained of the elect; but, as the
feudal lord might sally forth to join in the dance on his village
green, so society, unofficially and incidentally, still
condescended to look in upon the scene. Mrs. Gormer, among the
rest, was not above seizing such an occasion for the display of
herself and her horses; and Lily was given one or two
opportunities of appearing at her friend's side in the most
conspicuous box the house afforded. But this lingering semblance
of intimacy made her only the more conscious of a change in the
relation between Mattie and herself, of a dawning discrimination,
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Tarzan and the Jewels of Opar by Edgar Rice Burroughs: charged straight for the two sentries who blocked the
doorway. The impact of his mighty shoulders bowled
them over upon their backs, and before they could
scramble to their feet, the ape was gone, darting in
the shadows of the huts toward the palisade at the far
end of the village.
The speed and strength of her rescuer filled Jane
Clayton with wonder. Could it be that Tarzan had
survived the bullet of the Arab? Who else in all the
jungle could bear the weight of a grown woman as
lightly as he who held her? She spoke his name; but
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