| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Camille by Alexandre Dumas: divert a hypochondriac. I took it. Was I right?" I flung my arms
around her neck and kissed her.
"It will be charming," she continued. "You have the key of the
little door, and I have promised the duke the key of the front
door, which he will not take, because he will come during the day
when he comes. I think, between ourselves, that he is enchanted
with a caprice which will keep me out of Paris for a time, and so
silence the objections of his family. However, he has asked me
how I, loving Paris as I do, could make up my mind to bury myself
in the country. I told him that I was ill, and that I wanted
rest. He seemed to have some difficulty in believing me. The poor
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Mother by Owen Wister: results."
"'They're going to increase the dividend,' said Mr. Beverly, as I smoked
his excellent cigar. 'It's good for twenty points higher by the end of
the week. I had just got mother a few more shares.'"
"I left Mr. Beverly's office the possessor of two thousand shares of
Amalgamated Electric, and also entirely reassured about my Petunias. He
always made me feel happy."
"His keen laughing brown eyes, and crisp well-brushed hair, and big
somewhat English way of chaffing (he had gone to Oxford, where he had
rowed on a winning crew) carried a sense of buoyant prosperity that went
with his wiry figure and good smart London clothes. His face was almost
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Black Arrow by Robert Louis Stevenson: this Dick succeeded in reviving consciousness. Then he took
Joanna's friend upon his saddlebow, and once more pushed toward the
forest.
"Why do ye take me?" said the girl. "Ye but delay your speed."
"Nay, Mistress Risingham," replied Dick. "Shoreby is full of blood
and drunkenness and riot. Here ye are safe; content ye."
"I will not be beholden to any of your faction," she cried; "set me
down."
"Madam, ye know not what ye say," returned Dick. "Y' are hurt" -
"I am not," she said. "It was my horse was slain."
"It matters not one jot," replied Richard. "Ye are here in the
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