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conversations.value: What is a description for a book titled A Matter of Honor about Penny, Oxford, University with the genre: Mystery, Thriller & Suspense, Thrillers & Suspense?
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conversations.value: the author was educated at Oxford University, where as a world-class sprinter he represented Great Britain in international competition. He became the youngest member of the House of Commons in 1969, was appointed Deputy Chairman of the Conservative Party in 1985, and was elevated to the House of Lords in 1992. All of his story collections and novels -- from 1974's Not a Penny More, Not a Penny Less to 1993's Honor Among Thieves -- have been international bestsellers. Mr. the author is married, has two children, and lives in Cambridge, England.
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conversations.value: Reverse the sentences.
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conversations.value: the author is married, has two children, and lives in Cambridge, England.. Mr. All of his story collections and novels -- from 1974's Not a Penny More, Not a Penny Less to 1993's Honor Among Thieves -- have been international bestsellers. He became the youngest member of the House of Commons in 1969, was appointed Deputy Chairman of the Conservative Party in 1985, and was elevated to the House of Lords in 1992.the author was educated at Oxford University, where as a world-class sprinter he represented Great Britain in international competition
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conversations.value: What is the first five paragraphs for this book? Start with the sentence 'A Matter of Honor
  The cell door swung open, but not before the detective had exhaled another plume of smoke that made Harry cough'.
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conversations.value: A Matter of Honor
  The cell door swung open, but not before the detective had exhaled another plume of smoke that made Harry cough. Kolowski stepped out into the corridor without another word and slammed the door behind him. Harry collapsed on to a bunk that was attached to the wall and rested his head on a brickhard pillow. He looked up at the ceiling and began to think about how he'd ended up in a police cell on the other side of the world on a murder charge.
  The door opened long before the morning light could creep through the bars of the window and into the cell. Despite the early hour, Harry was wide awake.
  A warder strolled in carrying a tray of food that the Salvation Army wouldn't have considered offering a penniless hobo. Once he'd placed the tray on the little wooden table, he left without a word.
  Harry took one look at the food before beginning to pace up and down. With each step, he grew more confident that once he explained to Mr. Jelks the reason he'd exchanged his name with Tom Bradshaw, the matter would quickly be sorted out. Surely the worst punishment they could exact would be to deport him, and as he'd always intended to return to England and join the navy, it all fitted in with his original plan.
  At 8:55 a.m., Harry was sitting on the end of the bunk, impatient for Mr. Jelks to appear. The massive iron door didn't swing open until twelve minutes past nine. Harry leaped up as a prison guard stood to one side and allowed a tall, elegant man with silver gray hair to enter. Harry thought he must have been about the same age as Grandpa. Mr. Jelks wore a dark blue pinstripe, double-breasted suit, a white shirt and a striped tie. The weary look on his face suggested that little would surprise him.
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conversations.value: What is five more paragraphs?
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conversations.value: Harry offered Jelks the only chair in his cell, as if he was an old friend who had dropped in to his study at Oxford for a cup of tea. He perched on the bunk and watched the lawyer as he opened his briefcase, extracted a yellow pad and placed it on the table.
  Jelks took a pen from an inside pocket and said, "Perhaps you might begin by telling me who you are, as we both know you're not Lieutenant Bradshaw."
  If the lawyer was surprised by Harry's story he showed no sign of it. Head bowed, he wrote copious notes on his yellow pad while Harry explained how he'd ended up spending the night in jail. Once he'd finished, Harry assumed his problems must surely be over, as he had such a senior lawyer on his side—that was, until he heard Jelks's first question.
  When Jelks had finished reading the letter, he once again took Harry by surprise. "Did you post the letter yourself, Mr. Clifton," he asked, "or did you give that responsibility to someone else?"
  For the first time Harry felt suspicious, and decided not to mention that he'd asked Dr. Wallace to deliver the letter to his mother when he returned to Bristol in a fortnight's time. He feared that Jelks might persuade Dr. Wallace to hand over the letter and then his mother would have no way of knowing he was still alive.
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conversations.value: What is the last five paragraphs? End with the sentence ' Where had Harry seen that face before? And then he realized—it had to be Tom Bradshaw's father.'.
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conversations.value: Harry was reunited with Jelks in the corridor. The lawyer gave him that same smile before pushing his way through the swing doors and walking down the center aisle, not stopping until he reached the two vacant seats at counsel's table.
  Once Harry had settled into his place and his handcuffs had been removed, he looked around the almost empty courtroom. Jelks had been right about that. Few members of the public, and certainly no press, seemed interested in the case. For them, it must have been just another domestic murder, where the defendant was likely to be acquitted; no "Cain and Abel" headlines while there was no possibility of the electric chair in court number four.
  As the first chime rang out to announce midday, a door opened on the far side of the room and Judge Atkins appeared. He walked slowly across the court, climbed the steps and took his place behind a desk on the raised dais. He then nodded in the direction of the DA, as if he knew exactly what he was about to say.
  A young lawyer rose from behind the prosecutor's desk and explained that the state would be dropping the murder charge, but would be pursuing Thomas Bradshaw on a charge of desertion from the US Navy. The judge nodded, and turned his attention to Mr. Jelks, who rose on cue.
  He looked back to see Sefton Jelks shaking hands with a middleaged man who was clearly congratulating him on a job well done. Where had Harry seen that face before? And then he realized—it had to be Tom Bradshaw's father.