| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Moon-Face and Other Stories by Jack London: Grantly wrote are identical."
Chris bent over and compared the handwriting.
"Besides," Mrs. Grantly cried, "Mr. Story recognizes the handwriting."
She looked at him for verification.
He nodded his head. "Yes, it is Dick's fist. I'll swear to that."
But to Lute had come a visioning;. While the rest argued pro and con and the
air was filled with phrases,--"psychic phenomena," "self-hypnotism," "residuum
of unexplained truth," and "spiritism,"--she was reviving mentally the
girlhood pictures she had conjured of this soldier-father she had never seen.
She possessed his sword, there were several old-fashioned daguerreotypes,
there was much that had been said of him, stories told of him--and all this
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Hamlet by William Shakespeare: Hora. You might haue Rim'd
Ham. Oh good Horatio, Ile take the Ghosts word for
a thousand pound. Did'st perceiue?
Hora. Verie well my Lord
Ham. Vpon the talke of the poysoning?
Hora. I did verie well note him.
Enter Rosincrance and Guildensterne.
Ham. Oh, ha? Come some Musick. Come y Recorders:
For if the King like not the Comedie,
Why then belike he likes it not perdie.
Come some Musicke
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Domestic Peace by Honore de Balzac: cracked his skull with this mass of gold. Leave me, I entreat you. I
feel more like blowing out my brains this evening, I assure you, than
----I hate everything I see. And, in fact, I am going. This gaiety,
this music, these stupid faces, all laughing, are killing me!"
"My poor friend!" replied Montcornet gently, and giving the Count's
hand a friendly pressure, "you are too vehement. What would you say if
I told you that Martial is thinking so little of Madame de Vaudremont
that he is quite smitten with that little lady?"
"If he says a word to her," cried Soulanges, stammering with rage, "I
will thrash him as flat as his own portfolio, even if the coxcomb were
in the Emperor's lap!"
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