| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The White Moll by Frank L. Packard: face, hiding it with the torn veil, raced for the car, and flung
herself into the tonneau.
The door slammed. The car leaped from the curb. Danglar was coming
down the steps. She heard him shout. The chauffeur, in a startled
way, leaned out, as he evidently recognized Danglar's voice - but Rhoda
Gray was mistress of herself now. The tonneau of the car was not
separated from the driver's seat, and bending forward, she wrenched
her revolver from her pocket, and pressed the muzzle of her weapon to
the back of the man's neck.
"Don't stop!" she gasped, struggling for her breath. "Go on!
Quick!"
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from At the Earth's Core by Edgar Rice Burroughs: grip upon them so that she could do so. Slowly they came
up and stole about my neck, and then she drew my lips down
to hers once more and held them there for a long time.
At last she spoke.
"Why didn't you do this at first, David? I have been
waiting so long."
"What!" I cried. "You said that you hated me!"
"Did you expect me to run into your arms, and say that I
loved you before I knew that you loved me?" she asked.
"But I have told you right along that I love you," I said.
"Love speaks in acts," she replied. "You could have made
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Island Nights' Entertainments by Robert Louis Stevenson: practices.' I had great confidence in Namu; I fear it only shows
how easily we are deceived. No one could hear him preach and not
be persuaded he was a man of extraordinary parts. All our
islanders easily acquire a kind of eloquence, and can roll out and
illustrate, with a great deal of vigour and fancy, second-hand
sermons; but Namu's sermons are his own, and I cannot deny that I
have found them means of grace. Moreover, he has a keen curiosity
in secular things, does not fear work, is clever at carpentering,
and has made himself so much respected among the neighbouring
pastors that we call him, in a jest which is half serious, the
Bishop of the East. In short, I was proud of the man; all the more
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