| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Mysterious Affair at Styles by Agatha Christie: Tadminster, seven miles away."
As he spoke the last words, we drew up in front of the fine old
house. A lady in a stout tweed skirt, who was bending over a
flower bed, straightened herself at our approach.
"Hullo, Evie, here's our wounded hero! Mr. Hastings--Miss
Howard."
Miss Howard shook hands with a hearty, almost painful, grip. I
had an impression of very blue eyes in a sunburnt face. She was
a pleasant-looking woman of about forty, with a deep voice,
almost manly in its stentorian tones, and had a large sensible
square body, with feet to match--these last encased in good thick
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The White Moll by Frank L. Packard: old guy-" He stopped. He had thrust in his hand, and drawn it out
again. His fingers gripped a sheet of notepaper - but he was
seemingly unconscious of that fact. He was leaning forward,
staring into the aperture. "It's empty!" he choked.
"Wot's dat?" cried the Pug, and sprang to his companion's side.
"Youse're crazy, Pinkie! He thrust his head toward the opening
- and then turned and stared for a moment helplessly at Pinkie Bonn.
"So help me!" he said heavily. "It's - it's empty." He shook his
fist suddenly. "De Crab's handed us one, dat's wot! But de Crab'll
get his fer -"
"It wasn't the Crab!" Pinkie Bonn was stuttering his words. He
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Gone With the Wind by Margaret Mitchell: whisper, firmly but compassionately, as she tiptoed down the hall:
"Hush, not so loudly. You will wake Mr. O'Hara. They are not
sick enough to die."
Yes, it was good to creep back into bed and know that Ellen was
abroad in the night and everything was right.
In the mornings, after all-night sessions at births and deaths,
when old Dr. Fontaine and young Dr. Fontaine were both out on
calls and could not be found to help her, Ellen presided at the
breakfast table as usual, her dark eyes circled with weariness but
her voice and manner revealing none of the strain. There was a
steely quality under her stately gentleness that awed the whole
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