| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Bucky O'Connor by William MacLeod Raine: it.
"You never told me, Bucky. You have been trying to deceive me,"
she groaned.
He shrugged his shoulders. "What was the use, girlie? I knew it
would worry you, and do no good. Better let you sleep in peace, I
thought."
"While you kept watch alone and waited through the long night.
Oh, Bucky!" She crept close to him and put her arms around his
neck, holding him tight, as if in the hope that she could keep
him against the untoward fate that was reaching for him. "Oh,
Bucky, if I could only die for you!"
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Lady Baltimore by Owen Wister: mistress and we soon knew that life had passed from his faithful body.
The first stroke of grief, dealt her in such cruel and sudden form,
overbore the poor girl's pride and reserve; she made no attempt to
remember or heed surroundings, but kneeling and placing her arms about
the neck of her dead servant, she spoke piteously aloud:--
"And I raised him, I raised him from a puppy!"
The female voice, at this, addressed the traveller who was examining the
automobile: "Charley, a five or a ten spot is what her feelings need."
The obedient and munificent Charley straightened up from his stooping
among the mechanical entrails, dexterously produced money, and advanced
with the selected bill held out politely in his hand, while the glass
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Reminiscences of Tolstoy by Leo Tolstoy: some days after Gúsef's arrest.² I stayed two days with
my father, and heard of nothing but Gúsef. As if there were
nobody in the world but Gúsef! I must confess that, sorry
as I was for Gúsef, who was shut up at the time in the local
prison at Krapivna, I harbored a most wicked feeling of resentment
at my father's paying so little attention to me and the rest of
those about him and being so absorbed in the thought of
Gúsef.
I willingly acknowledge that I was wrong in entertaining this
narrow-minded feeling. If I had entered fully into what my father
was feeling, I should have seen this at the time.
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