conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the first three paragraphs for a book with the title 'The Winter King'.
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conversations.value: The Winter King
  Except where actual historical events and characters are being described for the storyline of this novel, all situations in this publication are fictitious and any resemblance to living persons is purely coincidental.
  In the dark years, the last day of October was reserved for the honouring of the dead. The coming of the churchmen meant that the name had been altered; craftily, they grafted a new feast day on to one that the people would have been celebrating anyway, and they dedicated it to their endless panoply of saints.
  The fat man presiding over his own feast in his own hall suppressed a belch and reflected that, call it what you will, people always flocked to the promise of free food and drink. If he'd said he was honouring the devil himself, they'd still have come, and they'd still have raised their mugs and goblets when he called for the toast.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Delete the last sentence.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: The Winter King
  Except where actual historical events and characters are being described for the storyline of this novel, all situations in this publication are fictitious and any resemblance to living persons is purely coincidental.
  In the dark years, the last day of October was reserved for the honouring of the dead. The coming of the churchmen meant that the name had been altered; craftily, they grafted a new feast day on to one that the people would have been celebrating anyway, and they dedicated it to their endless panoply of saints.
  The fat man presiding over his own feast in his own hall suppressed a belch and reflected that, call it what you will, people always flocked to the promise of free food and drink.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me five more paragraphs.. End with the sentence ' With a quick nod to both men, she spun round and strode back towards the forecourt.'.
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conversations.value: He spurred his horse, and his retinue followed suit. Caleb, clearly unaccustomed to riding a decent, spirited horse, was almost unseated as his mare sprang forward.
  Gervase dismounted, handing his horse's reins to one of his men. Josse approached him. 'What are you doing here?' Josse asked. 'Keeping an eye on Fitzwalter and his antics?'
  With a frown and a quick glance around, Gervase grabbed Josse's arm and led him out of the forecourt and into the relative peace of the cloisters. The abbess hurried after them.
  Gervase stopped, spinning round to face Josse and Abbess Caliste. 'Exactly that,' he said quietly. 'Just now, Fitzwalter staged the same thing down in Tonbridge, taking advantage of market day to grab the attention of a huge crowd of locals.'
  Looking at him with thinly disguised scorn, the abbess said, 'I believe Sir Josse and I understand full well what you fear.' For a moment Josse, observing closely, thought she would go on, but evidently she decided against it. With a quick nod to both men, she spun round and strode back towards the forecourt.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the last paragraph.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: She stood for some time, quite still, letting her sadness and her distress abate. Then she raised her head, squared her shoulders and took a deep breath. It was time to go. She took one last look around the tidy space, then turned and opened the door.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Delete the first sentence.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Then she raised her head, squared her shoulders and took a deep breath. It was time to go. She took one last look around the tidy space, then turned and opened the door.