| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Mother by Owen Wister: Jersey City?"
Richard looked surprised. "Why, seven-fifteen P. M.," he replied. "The
tenth of March."
"Dark!" Mrs. Davenport exclaimed. "Mr. Field, you and Ethel were engaged
before the ferry boat landed at Desbrosses Street."
Richard and Ethel both sat straight up, but remained speechless.
"Pardon my interruption," said Mrs. Davenport, smiling. "I didn't want to
miss a single point in this story--do go on!"
Richard was obliged to burst out laughing, in which Ethel, after a
moment, followed him, though perhaps less heartily. And as he continued,
his blush subsided.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Herbert West: Reanimator by H. P. Lovecraft: many explanations of sounds which seemed peculiar even amidst
that babel of the damned. Among these sounds were frequent revolver-shots
-- surely not uncommon on a battlefield, but distinctly uncommon
in an hospital. Dr. West’s reanimated specimens were not meant
for long existence or a large audience. Besides human tissue,
West employed much of the reptile embryo tissue which he had cultivated
with such singular results. It was better than human material
for maintaining life in organless fragments, and that was now
my friend’s chief activity. In a dark corner of the laboratory,
over a queer incubating burner, he kept a large covered vat full
of this reptilian cell-matter; which multiplied and grew puffily
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Frances Waldeaux by Rebecca Davis: Frances, for her part, was sure that the young people
were glad to have her as a companion. One day she
decided to stay with them, and the next to go to New York
on the first steamer. She seemed to see life hazily, as
one over whose mind a cataract was growing. What had she
to do in Europe, she reasoned? George was gone. Her one
actual hold on the world had slipped from her. That
great mysterious thing called living was done and past
for her.
And yet--there was Kenilworth, and Scott's house?
Scott, who had been her friend and leader since she was
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