| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Love and Friendship by Jane Austen: matter, I hope you will do me the justice to beleive that I THINK
and FEEL, a great deal for your Sisters affliction. I do not
doubt but that the healthy air of the Bristol downs will intirely
remove it, by erasing from her Mind the remembrance of Henry. I
am my dear Charlotte yrs ever
M. L.
LETTER the FOURTH
From Miss C. LUTTERELL to Miss M. LESLEY
Bristol February 27th
My Dear Peggy
I have but just received your letter, which being directed to
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Circular Staircase by Mary Roberts Rinehart: "What was it Warner overheard the woman say to Mr. Innes, in the
library?" the detective asked me.
"She said `I knew there was something wrong from the start. A
man isn't well one day and dead the next without some reason.'"
How perfectly it all seemed to fit!
CHAPTER XXX
WHEN CHURCHYARDS YAWN
It was on Wednesday Riggs told us the story of his connection
with some incidents that had been previously unexplained. Halsey
had been gone since the Friday night before, and with the passage
of each day I felt that his chances were lessening. I knew well
The Circular Staircase |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Troll Garden and Selected Stories by Willa Cather: violin across his knee. After that, the gloom of his people
settled down upon him, and the gospel of maceration began its work.
"If thine eye offend thee, pluck it out," et cetera. The
pagan smile that once hovered about his lips was gone, and he was
one with sorrow. Religion heals a hundred hearts for one that it
embitters, but when it destroys, its work is quick and deadly, and
where the agony of the cross has been, joy will not come again.
This man understood things literally: one must live without
pleasure to die without fear; to save the soul, it was necessary to
starve the soul.
The sun hung low above the cornfields when Margaret and her
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