| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Pool of Blood in the Pastor's Study by Grace Isabel Colbron and Augusta Groner: confidence in me."
"Which I know you will justify," said the Count.
Muller shrugged his shoulders: "I haven't felt anything yet - but
it will come - there's something in the air."
The Count smiled at his manner of expressing himself, but all four
of the men had already begun to feel sympathy and respect for this
quiet-mannered little person whose words were so few and whose
voice was so gentle. Something in his grey eyes and in the quiet
determination of his manner made them realise that he had won his
fame honestly. With the enthusiasm of his race the Hungarian Count
pressed the detective's hand in a warm grasp as he said: "I know
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Tanach: Job 19: 11 He hath also kindled His wrath against me, and He counteth me unto Him as one of His adversaries.
Job 19: 12 His troops come on together, and cast up their way against me, and encamp round about my tent.
Job 19: 13 He hath put my brethren far from me, and mine acquaintance are wholly estranged from me.
Job 19: 14 My kinsfolk have failed, and my familiar friends have forgotten me.
Job 19: 15 They that dwell in my house, and my maids, count me for a stranger; I am become an alien in their sight.
Job 19: 16 I call unto my servant, and he giveth me no answer, though I entreat him with my mouth.
Job 19: 17 My breath is abhorred of my wife, and I am loathsome to the children of my tribe.
Job 19: 18 Even urchins despised me; if I arise, they speak against me.
Job 19: 19 All my intimate friends abhor me; and they whom I loved are turned against me.
Job 19: 20 My bone cleaveth to my skin and to my flesh, and I am escaped with the skin of my teeth.
Job 19: 21 Have pity upon me, have pity upon me, O ye my friends; for the hand of God hath touched me.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Garden Party by Katherine Mansfield: grandma. She rolled over quickly.
"Grandma," she said in a startled voice.
"What, my pet!"
"You're not to die." Kezia was very decided.
"Ah, Kezia"--her grandma looked up and smiled and shook her head--"don't
let's talk about it."
"But you're not to. You couldn't leave me. You couldn't not be there."
This was awful. "Promise me you won't ever do it, grandma," pleaded Kezia.
The old woman went on knitting.
"Promise me! Say never!"
But still her grandma was silent.
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