| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from A Legend of Montrose by Walter Scott: body of the chapel. A less experienced adventurer would have
endeavoured to pass the worthy clergyman rapidly, in hopes to
escape unnoticed. But the Captain, who foresaw the manifest
danger of failing in such an attempt, walked gravely to meet the
divine upon his walk in the midst of the chancel, and, pulling
off his cap, was about to pass him after a formal reverence. But
what was his surprise to view in the preacher the very same
person with whom he had dined in the castle of Ardenvohr! Yet he
speedily recovered his composure; and ere the clergyman could
speak, was the first to address him. "I could not," he said,
"leave this mansion without bequeathing to you, my very reverend
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Roads of Destiny by O. Henry: balcony of the Palace Hotel.
Elmville rose as one man--that man being, of course, General
Deffenbaugh--to receive becomingly the chieftain of all the clans. The
train with the tiny Stars and Stripes fluttering from the engine pilot
arrived. Elmville had done her best. There were bands, flowers,
carriages, uniforms, banners, and committees without end. High-school
girls in white frocks impeded the steps of the party with roses strewn
nervously in bunches. The chieftain had seen it all before--scores of
times. He could have pictured it exactly in advance, from the Blue-
and-Gray speech down to the smallest rosebud. Yet his kindly smile of
interest greeted Elmville's display as if it had been the only and
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Story of an African Farm by Olive Schreiner: didn't stay here all these years without making a little pile somewhere, my
lamb. You weren't such a fool as you looked. Oh, no!" said Bonaparte.
He now walked about the room, diving his fingers in everywhere: sticking
them into the great crevices in the wall and frightening out the spiders;
rapping them against the old plaster till it cracked and fell in pieces;
peering up the chimney, till the soot dropped on his bald head and
blackened it. He felt in little blue bags; he tried to raise the hearth-
stone; he shook each book, till the old leaves fell down in showers on the
floor.
It was getting dark, and Bonaparte stood with his finger on his nose
reflecting. Finally he walked to the door, behind which hung the trousers
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