| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Case of the Golden Bullet by Grace Isabel Colbron and Augusta Groner: actions, but his smile changed to a look of keen interest as he
suddenly understood. Muller took his place in the chair before the
desk and looked over at the door of the vestibule, which was
directly opposite him. "Yes, that's all right," he said with a
deep breath.
Bauer had sat down on the sofa to watch the proceedings, now he
sprang up with an exclamation: "Through the keyhole?"
"Through the keyhole," answered Muller.
"It is scarcely possible."
"Shall we try it?"
"Yes, yes, you do it." Even the usually indifferent old chief of
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from A Footnote to History by Robert Louis Stevenson: a number of small craft, further encumbered the anchorage. Its
capacity is estimated by Captain Kane at four large ships; and the
latest arrivals, the VANDALIA and TRENTON, were in consequence
excluded, and lay without in the passage. Of the seven war-ships,
the seaworthiness of two was questionable: the TRENTON'S, from an
original defect in her construction, often reported, never remedied
- her hawse-pipes leading in on the berth-deck; the EBER'S, from an
injury to her screw in the blow of February 14th. In this
overcrowding of ships in an open entry of the reef, even the eye of
the landsman could spy danger; and Captain-Lieutenant Wallis of the
EBER openly blamed and lamented, not many hours before the
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Poems by Oscar Wilde: Which should be trodden by Persephone
When wearied of the flowerless fields of Dis!
Or danced on by the lads of Arcady!
The hidden secret of eternal bliss
Known to the Grecian here a man might find,
Ah! you and I may find it now if Love and Sleep be kind.
There are the flowers which mourning Herakles
Strewed on the tomb of Hylas, columbine,
Its white doves all a-flutter where the breeze
Kissed them too harshly, the small celandine,
That yellow-kirtled chorister of eve,
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