| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Maitre Cornelius by Honore de Balzac: time we shall get back the treasure, for the fellow has the face of
the king of Egypt. I shall recover my dear rubies, and all the sums I
have lost; and our worthy king shall have his share in the harvest."
"Oh, our hiding-places are much more secure than yours!" said Georges,
smiling.
"Ha! the damned thief, he confesses!" cried the miser.
The grand provost was engaged in attentively examining Georges
d'Estouteville's clothes and the lock of the door.
"How did you get out those screws?"
Georges kept silence.
"Oh, very good, be silent if you choose. You will soon confess on the
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Michael Strogoff by Jules Verne: An electric telegraph, with a single wire more than eight
thousand versts in length, alone affords communication be-
tween the western and eastern frontiers of Siberia. On
issuing from the Ural, it passes through Ekaterenburg,
Kasirnov, Tioumen, Ishim, Omsk, Elamsk, Kolyvan, Tomsk,
Krasnoiarsk, Nijni-Udinsk, Irkutsk, Verkne-Nertschink,
Strelink, Albazine, Blagowstenks, Radde, Orlomskaya,
Alexandrowskoe, and Nikolaevsk; and six roubles and nine-
teen copecks are paid for every word sent from one end
to the other. From Irkutsk there is a branch to Kiatka, on
the Mongolian frontier; and from thence, for thirty copecks
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Lone Star Ranger by Zane Grey: now, strangely, he felt a disgust at the idea of stimulants. He
did not understand clearly what he felt. There was that vague
idea of something wild in his blood, something that made him
fear himself.
Euchre wagged his old head sympathetically. "Reckon you feel a
little sick. When it comes to shootin' I run. What's your age?"
"I'm twenty-three," replied Duane.
Euchre showed surprise. "You're only a boy! I thought you
thirty anyways. Buck, I heard what you told Bland, an' puttin'
thet with my own figgerin', I reckon you're no criminal yet.
Throwin' a gun in self-defense--thet ain't no crime!"
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