| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Elixir of Life by Honore de Balzac: veriest scoundrel. The thought haunted me; so I shall go to hell,
my son, unless you carry out my wishes."
"Oh, quick; tell me quickly, father."
"As soon as I have closed my eyes," Don Juan went on, "and that
may be in a few minutes, you must take my body before it grows
cold and lay it on a table in this room. Then put out the lamp;
the light of the stars should be sufficient. Take off my clothes,
reciting Aves and Paters the while, raising your soul to God in
prayer, and carefully anoint my lips and eyes with this holy
water; begin with the face, and proceed successively to my limbs
and the rest of my body; my dear son, the power of God is so
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Roads of Destiny by O. Henry: and hopeless expression, you saw that the woman lived only in some
memory.
She bent upon the young man a long look of the most agonized
questioning. Then her great black eyes turned, and her gaze rested
upon his left hand. And then with a sob, not loud, but seeming to
shake the room, she cried "/Hijo mio/!" and caught the Llano Kid to
her heart.
A month afterward the Kid came to the consulate in response to a
message sent by Thacker.
He looked the young Spanish /caballero/. His clothes were imported,
and the wiles of the jewellers had not been spent upon him in vain. A
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The White Moll by Frank L. Packard: Rhoda Gray sat upright on the bed. It was her wits now, her wits
against Rough Rorke's; nothing else could save her. She could not
even make out the man's form, it was so dark; but, as he had not
moved, she was quite well aware that he was standing with his back
to the door, evidently trying to place his surroundings.
It was Gypsy Nan, not Rhoda Gray, who spoke.
"Who's dere?" she screeched. "D'ye hear, blast youse, who's dere?"
Rough Rorke laughed gratingly.
"That you, Nan, my dear?"
"Who d'youse t'ink it is-me gran'mother?" demanded Rhoda Gray
caustically. "Who are youse?"
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