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conversations.value: What could be a title for a book about Tyler, Gunnar, Carver with the genre: Literature & Fiction, United States?
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conversations.value: A title for this book could be 'The Beauty Within'
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conversations.value: Give me a description for a book titled The Beauty Within about Sean's with the genre: Religion & Spirituality, Worship & Devotion.
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conversations.value: Sean's personal journey has consisted of working with a spiritual guru, allowing him to connect with the depth within himself. He also worked as a drug counselor for seven years, guiding others to the truths within themselves.
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conversations.value: Give me a description for a book titled The Beauty Within about Acharacter-driven, Romantic, Times with the genre: Romance, Historical.
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conversations.value: "Acharacter-driven story about where true beauty lies and how it is awakened to blossom into a powerful love" Romantic Times book reviews on The BeautyWithin
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conversations.value: Give me the first four paragraphs for this book.
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conversations.value: The Beauty Within
  Lady Armstrong tittered. 'You Italians, why must you be so dramatic. I have no wish to cast you from my door, I merely desire you to complete your commission as quickly as possible.'
  Her ladyship smiled at this slip. 'Indeed,' she said, 'before Cressie returns.' Her smile faded as she made her way across the attic to the doorway. 'Let us call a spade a spade, signor. Despite what she may claim, Cressida is no woman of the world. I, on the other hand, am precisely that. I strongly suspect you have been taking liberties. Indeed, anyone would, who saw these paintings. And one merely has to see the way that Cressida looks at you, hear the way she speaks your name, to know that she is setting herself up for a fall. I am not her mother, but nor am I the wicked stepmother she and her sisters labelled me. I would not like to see Cressida hurt any more than she has been already, Signor di Matteo, and if you remain here then that is almost certainly what will happen. Do we understand each other?'
  Without giving him time to respond, Bella swept from the room as suddenly as she had entered it. Sick at heart, overwhelmed by the cascade of harsh truths which had flowed his way today, Giovanni lit two oil lamps and arranged them on the table by his easels. Removing the completed canvas from one, he replaced it with his drawing board and studied his sketches of Cressie. Later, he would stretch a new canvas. Tomorrow he would begin the third painting. If he worked at it day and night, he could complete it and be gone before she returned. A triptych—Lady Cressida, Mr Brown and Cressie. 'Three Aspects of Lady Cressida,' he would title it. An arc that encapsulated her. He was so inspired by the concept he had to force himself not to start painting straight away.
  In the days which followed, night blurred into morning and into night again. Giovanni worked furiously. The portrait of the Armstrong boys required only the final touches and the glaze. The boys were subdued in Cressie's absence. He took them out each afternoon, to fish and to climb trees and to fly their kites—for they had each one of their own now.
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conversations.value: Give me another paragraph.
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conversations.value: Giovanni was on his feet now, casting clothing wildly across the room, yanking so hard at his shirt that the buttons flew. Cressie held out her hand to him. Naked, his chest heaving, his eyes wild, his erection jutting up thick and heavy, he looked at her as if she were...
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conversations.value: Give me the last three paragraphs.. End with the sentence ' She gave him another cool nod before turning to gracefully climb the steps to the front door of her home, which opened immediately for her entrance before closing firmly behind her.'.
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conversations.value: Genevieve eyed him mockingly. 'And would you not have expected the same from me, without benefit of flowers and chocolates and prettily worded cards, if I had agreed to meet you at Lady Hammond's ball later this evening?'
  Those black eyes glowered across the carriage at her. He gave an impatient shake of his head. 'You will find me at Lady Hammond's ball later this evening if that should be your choice.'
  She gave another cool inclination of her head. 'I will keep your gracious offer in mind. Now, if you would not mind...?' She glanced pointedly towards the carriage door, leaving Benedict with no other choice but to alight from the carriage before turning to offer Genevieve his hand as she stepped down beside him. She gave him another cool nod before turning to gracefully climb the steps to the front door of her home, which opened immediately for her entrance before closing firmly behind her.