conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the first five paragraphs for a book with the title 'Gunpowder Plot'.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Gunpowder Plot
  Gwen took the buttered toast and nibbled at it without enthusiasm. "I suppose the police have to suspect everyone. I can't see how it can be anyone but Mr. Gooch, though goodness knows why. If only we knew why Father invited Mrs. Gooch up to his study! They must have known each other before, don't you think? Before she went to Australia?"
  After Gooch identified his wife's body, Ernie Piper had to give him a hand down the stairs from the study. He moved like an old man.
  Sinking onto the chair Alec placed for him, he muttered, "We should never've come! What'm I going to tell the boys?" He seemed unaware that he was speaking aloud, repeating, "What'm I going to tell the boys?" Elbows on the table, he buried his face in his hands.
  Gooch lifted his head but he stared blankly ahead, not looking at Alec. "A holiday, that's bloody all. 'Let's go home,' she said. 'It'll be fun showing you the old country, and boarding for a term won't hurt the boys.' Oh my word, how'm I going to tell them their mum's dead?"
  To Alec, the man's shock and grief appeared perfectly genuine. He loved his wife and had come to England to please her. However, husbands who murdered their wives in a fit of passion often bitterly regretted the deed. Sometimes they simply regretted the loss of the woman they loved, sometimes what they perceived as the necessity of killing her.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me five more paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Things had changed since the days of the Warming-Pan Plot, when people believed the Old Pretender, as a baby, had been smuggled into queen's bed to provide James II with an heir. Even the king hadn't been able to suppress the rumours.
  Sir Harold couldn't possibly have introduced his love child into Edge Manor with only his wife's knowledge. The notion was preposterous. For a start, why would Lady Tyndall have agreed to the deception? But supposing he had persuaded her, too many people would have had to be in the secret: doctor, midwife, monthly nurse, vicar, registrar, lady's maid, and other servants—and what the servants knew, the village knew.
  If Sir Harold had actually pulled it off, though, the arrival of the Gooches had set off an explosion greater than anything Babs's boys had so far accomplished.
  At the luciferous centre, one fact stood out: Jack had by far the most to lose from a revelation of his illegitimacy.
  Prentice's brief oral report confirmed Tom's, Alec's, and the police surgeon's conclusions. Tucking the written report into his pocket, Alec said, "Thank you, Doctor, that's admirably clear. If you should ever want a position as police surgeon, I'd be happy to recommend you. You realize, I'm sure, this is as confidential as your relations with your patients."
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Add another sentence about Catherine, Daisy's, throwing, glittering, whirled, multiplying.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Things had changed since the days of the Warming-Pan Plot, when people believed the Old Pretender, as a baby, had been smuggled into queen's bed to provide James II with an heir. Even the king hadn't been able to suppress the rumours. 
  Sir Harold couldn't possibly have introduced his love child into Edge Manor with only his wife's knowledge. The notion was preposterous. For a start, why would Lady Tyndall have agreed to the deception? But supposing he had persuaded her, too many people would have had to be in the secret: doctor, midwife, monthly nurse, vicar, registrar, lady's maid, and other servants—and what the servants knew, the village knew. 
  If Sir Harold had actually pulled it off, though, the arrival of the Gooches had set off an explosion greater than anything Babs's boys had so far accomplished. Like a Catherine wheel throwing off glittering sparks, Daisy's brain whirled with multiplying motives. 
  At the luciferous centre, one fact stood out: Jack had by far the most to lose from a revelation of his illegitimacy. 
  Prentice's brief oral report confirmed Tom's, Alec's, and the police surgeon's conclusions. Tucking the written report into his pocket, Alec said, "Thank you, Doctor, that's admirably clear. If you should ever want a position as police surgeon, I'd be happy to recommend you. You realize, I'm sure, this is as confidential as your relations with your patients. "
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the last two paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: She shot him an indignant look. She had hoped he would explain her proposal and persuade the Chief Constable and Lord Lieutenant to go along with it. But it was unorthodox, and he was an officer of the law, and no doubt the less he had to do with it, the better.
  Sir Nigel disagreed. "Since the whole disaster was brought about by his actions, I shan't weep for him."