| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Desert Gold by Zane Grey: you on my honor I'd never think of it again. I'd love you all the
more because you'd suffered. I want you all the more to be my
wife--to let me make you forget--to--"
She rose swiftyly with the passionate abandon of a woman stirred
to her depths, and she kissed him.
"Oh, Dick, you're good--so good! You'll never know--just what
those words mean to me. They've saved me--I think."
"Then, dearest, it's all right?" Dick questioned, eagerly. "You
will keep your promise? You will marry me?"
The glow, the light faded out of her face, and now the blue eyes
were almost black. She drooped and shook her head.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Letters of Two Brides by Honore de Balzac: the man who wants to be free?
I asked him point-blank, "Do I bore you?"
"What needless torture you give yourself!" was his reply, while he
looked at me with tender, pitying eyes. "Never have I loved you so
deeply."
"If that is true, my beloved, let me sell Fedelta," I answered.
"Sell her, by all means!"
The reply crushed me. Was it not a covert taunt at my wealth and his
own nothingness in the house? This may never have occurred to him, but
I thought it had, and once more I left him. It was night, and I would
go to bed.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Land of Footprints by Stewart Edward White: around. We'll see."
So he mixed a pint of medicine.
"There's Epsom salts for the real part of trouble," observed F.,
still talking to himself, "and here's a few things for the fake."
He then proceeded to concoct a mixture whose recoil was the exact
measure of his imagination. The imagination was only limited by
the necessity of keeping the mixture harmless. Every hot, biting,
nauseous horror in camp went into that pint measure.
"There," concluded F., "if you drink that and come back again
to-morrow for treatment, I'll believe you ARE sick."
Without undue pride I would like to record that I was the first
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