| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Lady Baltimore by Owen Wister: Bombo, called by some Kill-devil, about which I hope you will remember
that I warned you."
He hoped I should remember! Of course I remembered everything; why did he
say that? An apology for his leaving me followed; he had been obliged to
take the early train because of the Custom House, where he was serving
his final days; they would give me breakfast when ever I should be ready
for it, and I was to make free of the place; I had better visit the old
church (they had orders about the keys) and drive myself into Kings Port
after lunch; the horses would know the way, if I did not. It was the
boy's closing sentence which fixed my attention wholly, took it away from
Kill-devil Bombo and my Aunt Carola's commission, for the execution of
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Moon-Face and Other Stories by Jack London: "Good-by, Washoe Ban!" he called out. "Good-by, old fellow."
The animal was struggling to lift its head. There were tears in Chris's eyes
as he turned abruptly away, and tears In Lute's eyes as they met his. She was
silent in her sympathy, though the pressure of her hand was firm in his as he
walked beside her horse down the dusty road.
"It was done deliberately," Chris burst forth suddenly. "There was no warning.
He deliberately flung himself over backward."
"There was no warning," Lute concurred. "I was looking. I saw him. He whirled
and threw himself at the same time, just as if you had done it yourself, with
a tremendous jerk and backward pull on the bit."
"It was not my hand, I swear it. I was not even thinking of him. He was going
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Jerusalem Delivered by Torquato Tasso: She might be welcome to that courteous lord.
CII
But she, impatient, to whose desire
Grievous and harmful seemed each little stay,
Recounts his steps, and thinks, now draws he nigher,
Now enters in, now speaks, now comes his way;
And that which grieved her most, the careful squire
Less speedy seemed than e'er before that day;
Lastly she forward rode with love to guide,
Until the Christian tents at hand she spied.
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