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conversations.value: What could be a title for a book about Kathryn, Mattingly, author with the genre: Mystery, Thriller & Suspense, Thrillers & Suspense?
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conversations.value: A title for this book could be 'The Painted Lady'
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conversations.value: Provide a description for a book titled The Painted Lady about with the genre: Christian Books & Bibles, Literature & Fiction.
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conversations.value: and mother. She is just your average, ordinary woman, with a side interest-- writing. For eleven years, every waking moment of her life was consumed with changing diapers, wiping noses, and kissing scrapes. But now that her children have grown and she enjoys a modicum of freedom, in addition to taking care of hearth and home, she writes! She enjoys adding a flavor of realism and humor to her all too real romance stories. For what is love without a little laughter!
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conversations.value: Delete the first sentence.
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conversations.value: She is just your average, ordinary woman, with a side interest-- writing. For eleven years, every waking moment of her life was consumed with changing diapers, wiping noses, and kissing scrapes. But now that her children have grown and she enjoys a modicum of freedom, in addition to taking care of hearth and home, she writes! She enjoys adding a flavor of realism and humor to her all too real romance stories. For what is love without a little laughter!
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conversations.value: Provide a plot for a book titled The Painted Lady about Kathryn, Mattingly, author with the genre: Mystery, Thriller & Suspense, Thrillers & Suspense.
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conversations.value: The Painted Lady: The story as told by The Moving Picture News reads:The.
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conversations.value: Provide the first five paragraphs for this book.. End with the sentence ' Find this man and find him quick!"
  The inspector knew that these street corner Johnnies were notoriously hard to pin down but nodded obediently enough as he turned to go.'.
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conversations.value: The Painted Lady
  As Roach gazed somewhat blankly in response, McLevy entered, late as usual, nodded briefly to the portrait of Queen Victoria on the wall and tuned in effortlessly to the lieutenant's abiding interest.
  Dirty deeds in high society would seem to get folk going like nothing else, however, the lieutenant swept concupiscence aside along with the paper. "Well, it's Haymarket's case, Adam Dunsmore in particular. We have more important things on hand."
  Of course Roach was well aware that there had been a lack of murderous activity in the parish, not a decent robbery to be seen, no fearsome assaults in the wynds, no inexplicable bodies in the harbour; paradise to the pure at heart but anathema to men who breathed in the fumes of deep criminality like a pig after truffles.
  The lieutenant, trying to generate an appetite for the chase, banged his fist down on the desk causing one of his inkwells to jump like a rabbit. "You claim to know the wynds and back doubles of Leith better than any living being, McLevy. Find this man and find him quick!"
  The inspector knew that these street corner Johnnies were notoriously hard to pin down but nodded obediently enough as he turned to go.
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conversations.value: Provide four more paragraphs.
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conversations.value: One of Robert Burns's less well-known airs: "My wife's a wanton wee thing, She winna be guided by me."
  McLevy was still breezy as he walked into Lieutenant Roach's office to find Adam Dunsmore waiting like a bad smell while, surveyed by the icon of Queen Victoria, Roach was grimness personified at his desk.
  The lieutenant ploughed on, trying to contain a mounting irritation. "The doctor states that you barged into his consulting rooms and tried to prise out confidential medical matters."
  Dunsmore's interjection caused Roach to purse his lips further for a different reason – he was proud of his station and no one bar himself insulted his officers.
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conversations.value: Reverse the sentences.
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conversations.value: "
  Dunsmore's interjection caused Roach to purse his lips further for a different reason – he was proud of his station and no one bar himself insulted his officers.. "The doctor states that you barged into his consulting rooms and tried to prise out confidential medical matters.
  The lieutenant ploughed on, trying to contain a mounting irritation."
  McLevy was still breezy as he walked into Lieutenant Roach's office to find Adam Dunsmore waiting like a bad smell while, surveyed by the icon of Queen Victoria, Roach was grimness personified at his desk.One of Robert Burns's less well-known airs: "My wife's a wanton wee thing, She winna be guided by me
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conversations.value: Provide the last five paragraphs.
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conversations.value: McLevy's thought was that perhaps the woman had nowhere else to go. "The judge's wife risked all," he announced portentously. "And ended wi' nothing. Passion, desire, love – it's a bugger, eh?"
  Jean had often wondered to herself the reason why, in the artist's studio, she had slipped away from the intended seduction. Perhaps because the created image had shown a version of herself that was not palatable.
  A woman ravenous for admiration – it was not a pretty sight and she counted herself worth more than that. To hell with admiration.
  The inspector pursed his lips and snaffled another sugar biscuit. "Judith Pearson aye seemed so innocent in that picture. As if she were... deep drowned in love."
  Having recited the words, he decided not to risk dunking the second biscuit. Don't push your luck. Then he became aware of something.
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conversations.value: Swap the first and the last sentence.
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conversations.value: Then he became aware of something. "The judge's wife risked all," he announced portentously. "And ended wi' nothing. Passion, desire, love – it's a bugger, eh?"
  Jean had often wondered to herself the reason why, in the artist's studio, she had slipped away from the intended seduction. Perhaps because the created image had shown a version of herself that was not palatable.
  A woman ravenous for admiration – it was not a pretty sight and she counted herself worth more than that. To hell with admiration.
  The inspector pursed his lips and snaffled another sugar biscuit. "Judith Pearson aye seemed so innocent in that picture. As if she were... deep drowned in love."
  Having recited the words, he decided not to risk dunking the second biscuit. Don't push your luck.McLevy's thought was that perhaps the woman had nowhere else to go.