| 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: necessary to turn you over to the courts. And yet you are a
thousand times better than the coward who stole the honour of your
wife and who hid behind the shelter of the law - and therefore,
therefore, therefore - " Muller's voice grew hoarse, then died
away altogether.
Kniepp listened with pallid cheeks but without a quiver. Now he
spoke, completing the other's words: "And therefore you wish to
save me from the prison or from the gallows? I thank you. What
is your name?" The unhappy man spoke as calmly as if the matter
scarcely concerned him at all.
The detective told him his name.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Captain Stormfield by Mark Twain: thinking. Then he says, kind of mournful:
"And now she's come!"
"Well? Go on."
"Stormfield, maybe she hasn't found the child, but I think she has.
Looks so to me. I've seen cases before. You see, she's kept that
child in her head just the same as it was when she jounced it in
her arms a little chubby thing. But here it didn't elect to STAY a
child. No, it elected to grow up, which it did. And in these
twenty-seven years it has learned all the deep scientific learning
there is to learn, and is studying and studying and learning and
learning more and more, all the time, and don't give a damn for
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Cousin Pons by Honore de Balzac: birds, were examining the seventeen hundred different objects which
formed the old musician's collection one by one.
Schmucke had gone to bed. The three kites, drawn by the scent of a
corpse, were masters of the field.
"Make no noise," said La Cibot whenever Magus went into ecstasies or
explained the value of some work of art to Remonencq. The dying man
slept on in the neighboring room, while greed in four different forms
appraised the treasures that he must leave behind, and waited
impatiently for him to die--a sight to wring the heart.
Three hours went by before they had finished the salon.
"On an average," said the grimy old Jew, "everything here is worth a
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