| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The White Moll by Frank L. Packard: it. To a cur, I suppose it is necessary to add that, even if I did
know, I should take pleasure in seeing you damned before I told you."
Danglar's face was like a devil's. His revolver held a steady bead
on the Adventurer's head.
"I'll give you a last chance." He spoke through closed teeth.
"I'll fire when I count three. One!"
A horrible fascination held Rhoda Gray. If she cried out, it was
more likely than not to cause Danglar to fire on the instant. It
would not save the Adventurer in any case. It would be but the
signal, too, for those two men in the next room to rush in here.
"Two!"
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Lord Arthur Savile's Crime, etc. by Oscar Wilde: entreating me to believe; but I saw the one flaw in the theory, and
I refused to be convinced till the actual existence of Willie
Hughes, a boy-actor of Elizabethan days, had been placed beyond the
reach of doubt or cavil.
'One day Cyril left town to stay with his grandfather, I thought at
the time, but I afterwards heard from Lord Crediton that this was
not the case; and about a fortnight afterwards I received a
telegram from him, handed in at Warwick, asking me to be sure to
come and dine with him that evening at eight o'clock. When I
arrived, he said to me, "The only apostle who did not deserve proof
was St. Thomas, and St. Thomas was the only apostle who got it." I
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Journey to the Center of the Earth by Jules Verne: distant waterfall.
I remark upon this to my uncle, who replies doubtfully: "Yes, I am
convinced that I am right." Are we, then, speeding forward to some
cataract which will cast us down an abyss? This method of getting on
may please the Professor, because it is vertical; but for my part I
prefer the more ordinary modes of horizontal progression.
At any rate, some leagues to the windward there must be some noisy
phenomenon, for now the roarings are heard with increasing loudness.
Do they proceed from the sky or the ocean?
I look up to the atmospheric vapours, and try to fathom their depths.
The sky is calm and motionless. The clouds have reached the utmost
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