| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from An Episode Under the Terror by Honore de Balzac: found a very fine lawn handkerchief, soiled with sweat; darker stains
appeared as they unfolded it.
"That is blood!" exclaimed the priest.
"It is marked with a royal crown!" cried Sister Agathe.
The women, aghast, allowed the precious relic to fall. For their
simple souls the mystery that hung about the stranger grew
inexplicable; as for the priest, from that day forth he did not even
try to understand it.
Before very long the prisoners knew that, in spite of the Terror, some
powerful hand was extended over them. It began when they received
firewood and provisions; and next the Sisters knew that a woman had
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Island Nights' Entertainments by Robert Louis Stevenson: relieved me, for I thought it seemed like a box; and when I had got
right up to it I near fell out of the tree with laughing.
A box it was, sure enough, and a candle-box at that, with the brand
upon the side of it; and it had banjo strings stretched so as to
sound when the wind blew. I believe they call the thing a Tyrolean
(3) harp, whatever that may mean.
"Well, Mr. Case," said I, "you've frightened me once, but I defy
you to frighten me again," I says, and slipped down the tree, and
set out again to find my enemy's head office, which I guessed would
not be far away.
The undergrowth was thick in this part; I couldn't see before my
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Young Forester by Zane Grey: "Hear thet?" Hiram Bent shook his gray head as one who listened to dire
tidings.
The wind, sweeping up the slope of Penetier, carried a strong, pungent odor
of burning pitch. It brought also a low roar, not like the wind in the
trees or rapid-rushing water. It might have been my imagination, but I
fancied it was like the sound of flames blowing through the wood of a
campfire.
"Fire! Fire!" exclaimed Hiram, with another ominous shake of his head. "We
must be up an' doin'."
"The forest's greatest foe! Old Penetier is doomed!" cried Dick Leslie.
"That line of fire is miles long, and is spreading fast. It'll shoot up
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