| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Twenty Years After by Alexandre Dumas: addressed.
"That name sounds strange to you," said Athos, smiling; "it
was my nom de guerre when Monsieur D'Artagnan, two other
gallant friends and myself performed some feats of arms at
the siege of La Rochelle, under the deceased cardinal and
Monsieur de Bassompierre. My friend is still so kind as to
address me by that old and well beloved appellation, which
makes my heart glad when I hear it."
"'Tis an illustrious name," said the lieutenant, "and had
one day triumphal honors paid to it."
"What do you mean, sir?" inquired Raoul.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Long Odds by H. Rider Haggard: or he had escaped right away. It was very vexatious; but still three
lions were not a bad bag for one gun before dinner, and I was fain to be
content. Accordingly I departed back again, making my way round the
isolated pillar of boulders, beginning to feel, as I did so, that I was
pretty well done up with excitement and fatigue, and should be more so
before I had skinned those three lions. When I had got, as nearly as I
could judge, about eighteen yards past the pillar or mass of boulders, I
turned to have another look round. I have a pretty sharp eye, but I
could see nothing at all.
"Then, on a sudden, I saw something sufficiently alarming. On the top
of the mass of boulders, opposite to me, standing out clear against the
Long Odds |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Wyoming by William MacLeod Raine: rifle up as he passed. In his day he had been a famous sprinter,
and he scudded now for dear life. It was no longer a question of
secrecy. The sound of men breaking their hurried way through the
heavy brush of the creek bank came crisply to him. A voice behind
shouted a warning, and from not a hundred yards in front of him
came an answering shout. Hemmed in from the fore and the rear, he
swung off at a right angle. An open stretch lay before him, but
he had to take his desperate chance without cover. Anything was
better than to be trapped like a wild beast driven by the beaters
to the guns.
Across the bare, brown mesa he plunged; and before he had taken a
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