| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Summer by Edith Wharton: realizing what we dreamed of..."
But then he wasn't even sure of that? She
understood now that every word and every reticence was
an avowal of Annabel Balch's prior claim. It was true
that he was engaged to her, and that he had not yet
found a way of breaking his engagement.
As she read the letter over Charity understood what it
must have cost him to write it. He was not trying to
evade an importunate claim; he was honestly and
contritely struggling between opposing duties. She did
not even reproach him in her thoughts for having
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Spirit of the Border by Zane Grey: her head, and the colonel led the way into the adjoining room. "I know you
boys must be hungry as bears."
During the meal Colonel Zane questioned his guests about their journey, and as
to the treatment they had received at the hands of the Indians. He smiled at
the young minister's earnestness in regard to the conversion of the redmen,
and he laughed outright when Joe said "he guessed he came to the frontier
because it was too slow at home."
"I am sure your desire for excitement will soon be satisfied, if indeed it be
not so already," remarked the colonel. "But as to the realization of your
brother's hopes I am not so sanguine. Undoubtedly the Moravian missionaries
have accomplished wonders with the Indians. Not long ago I visited the Village
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Dark Lady of the Sonnets by George Bernard Shaw: ELIZABETH. Go _[The Dark Lady tries to kiss her hand]._ No more.
Go. _[The Dark Lady goes, convulsed]._ You have been cruel to that
poor fond wretch, Master Shakespear.
SHAKESPEAR. I am not truel, madam; but you know the fable of Jupiter
and Semele. I could not help my lightnings scorching her.
ELIZABETH. You have an overweening conceit of yourself, sir, that
displeases your Queen.
SHAKESPEAR. Oh, madam, can I go about with the modest cough of a
minor poet, belittling my inspiration and making the mightiest wonder
of your reign a thing of nought? I have said that "not marble nor the
gilded monuments of princes shall outlive" the words with which I make
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