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Today's Stichomancy for Nicky Hilton

The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from A Heap O' Livin' by Edgar A. Guest:

best I could, But though they scolded me a lot -- my father understood.

He never seemed to think it queer that I should risk my bones, Or fight with other boys at times, or pelt a cat with stones; An' when I'd break a window pane, it used to make him sad, But though the neighbors said I was, he never thought me bad;


A Heap O' Livin'
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Ivanhoe by Walter Scott:

send defiances to nobles, since men-at-arms have turned sick men's nurses, and Free Companions are grown keepers of dying folk's curtains, when the castle is about to be assailed.---To the battlements, ye loitering villains!'' he exclaimed, raising his stentorian voice till the arches around rung again, ``to the battlements, or I will splinter your bones with this truncheon!''

The men sulkily replied, ``that they desired nothing better than to go to the battlements, providing Front-de-Buf would bear them out with


Ivanhoe
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Amazing Interlude by Mary Roberts Rinehart:

after all, many things may be gone, but that while service remains there is something worth while in life."

The next day she asked Sara Lee to stay with her, at least through the summer. Sara Lee hesitated, but at last she agreed to cable. As Henri had disappeared with the arrival of Mrs. Cameron it was that lady's chauffeur who took the message to Dunkirk and sent it off.

She had sent the cable to Harvey. It was no longer a matter of the Ladies' Aid. It was between Harvey and herself.

The reply came on the second day. It was curt and decisive.

"Now or never," was the message Harvey sent out of his black despair, across the Atlantic to the little house so dose under the guns of