| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Man in Lower Ten by Mary Roberts Rinehart: around lay the peace of harvested fields, the quiet of the country.
CHAPTER VI
THE GIRL IN BLUE
I was growing more and more irritable. The thought of what the loss
of the notes meant was fast crowding the murder to the back of my
mind. The forced inaction was intolerable.
The porter had reported no bag answering the description of mine
on the train, but I was disposed to make my own investigation. I
made a tour of the cars, scrutinizing every variety of hand luggage,
ranging from luxurious English bags with gold mountings to the
wicker nondescripts of the day coach at the rear. I was not alone
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Early Short Fiction of Edith Wharton by Edith Wharton: Fifth Avenue; she sat with her eyes fixed, avoiding recognition.
At the Van Siderens' door she sprang out and rang the bell.
Action had cleared her brain, and she felt calm and self-
possessed. She knew now exactly what she meant to say.
The ladies were both out . . . the parlor-maid stood waiting for
a card. Julia, with a vague murmur, turned away from the door
and lingered a moment on the sidewalk. Then she remembered that
she had not paid the cab-driver. She drew a dollar from her
purse and handed it to him. He touched his hat and drove off,
leaving her alone in the long empty street. She wandered away
westward, toward strange thoroughfares, where she was not likely
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Call of the Canyon by Zane Grey: 'out of the West.' Carley, you'd do well to ponder over them."
"I will," rejoined Carley, positively. "I'll do more. I'll go out to his
wonderful West and see what he meant by them."
Carley Burch possessed in full degree the prevailing modern craze for
speed. She loved a motor-car ride at sixty miles an hour along a smooth,
straight road, or, better, on the level seashore of Ormond, where on
moonlight nights the white blanched sand seemed to flash toward her.
Therefore quite to her taste was the Twentieth Century Limited which was
hurtling her on the way to Chicago. The unceasingly smooth and even rush of
the train satisfied something in her. An old lady sitting in an adjoining
seat with a companion amused Carley by the remark: "I wish we didn't go so
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