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conversations.value: Give me a plot for a story about Andre, Morestan, Lady entitled The Lady in Question.
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conversations.value: The Lady in Question: While serving on a Paris jury Andre Morestan (Brian Aherne) persuades his deadlocked peers to vote for the acquittal of Natalie Roguin's (Rita Hayworth), a young woman on trial for the death of a young man she had been seeing.\nSecuring her innocence, Morestan invites her to live and work at his bicycle and music shop when no one else will give her a job.\nHowever, he decides to keep her true identity a secret, which soon begins to raise doubts within his family.\nHis son (Glenn Ford) soon falls in love with her, even though he knows who she is.\nEventually, Andre is persuaded by a fellow former juror that she was in fact guilty.\nHe goes to the authorities, but learns from them that new evidence has turned up that completely exonerates her.
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conversations.value: Delete the first sentence.
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conversations.value: \nSecuring her innocence, Morestan invites her to live and work at his bicycle and music shop when no one else will give her a job.\nHowever, he decides to keep her true identity a secret, which soon begins to raise doubts within his family.\nHis son (Glenn Ford) soon falls in love with her, even though he knows who she is.\nEventually, Andre is persuaded by a fellow former juror that she was in fact guilty.\nHe goes to the authorities, but learns from them that new evidence has turned up that completely exonerates her.
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conversations.value: Give me the first four paragraphs for this story.
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conversations.value: The Lady in Question
  I have at last returned to London to take up residence in my husband's house. I am all too aware that Mother has yet to forgive me for my transgressions and continues to forbid you to so much as speak to me, but if it is at all possible could you pay me a call this afternoon? I have missed you terribly, dear sister. I arrived three days ago and there is no one here to talk to save the servants, and they are an odd lot indeed....
  She had no idea how to explain what she could only call the madness that had inflicted her in weeks surrounding Christmas and ultimately led to scandal and her current odd position of barely wed widow.
  Six months. It scarcely seemed long enough for a life to change so completely. Six months ago she hadn't a care in the world save for the usual questions about whether or not she or her sister would find a suitable match in the coming year.
  Delia snorted in a disdainful and unladylike manner most unbecoming for Miss Philadelphia Effington but quite appropriate for the widowed Lady Wilmont.
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conversations.value: Give me five more paragraphs.
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conversations.value: She ignored the urge to fall into his arms and snatched her hand away. "That is a distinct possibility and something of a problem, I should think."
  He shrugged, his smile apologetic. "Or perhaps I don't know at all. Perhaps I just imagine that I know."
  Delia's heart plummeted. She cast St. Stephens an apologetic look and turned slowly. "Good evening, Mother."
  William and Georgina Effington, Lord and Lady William, stood beside the palms. Delia's mother wore a look of distinct annoyance. Her father bore the long-suffering smile that typically accompanied his formal attire.
  St. Stephens turned toward her father. "Sir, I am not sure if you remember me, but we met last week at Effington Hall."
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conversations.value: Give me the last five paragraphs.
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conversations.value: Her gaze slipped past him and at once he realized she was not alone. Without warning, strong hands gripped him on either side. It was pointless to struggle. Only his wits would get him out of this now.
  Still, she nodded at the man to his right, who released him and headed off. The other pulled his arms behind his back and held him securely. At least the odds were better now. And his carriage was some distance away. It would take time for her other henchman to return. She was right, of course. He had the money on him.
  But the tone in her voice said she wanted to believe him. It was at once a good sign and far and away more dangerous. Emotions always raised the stakes.
  The man released him and he realized his ploy for freedom had worked. Even as he tumbled into the cold water and unconsciousness enveloped him, confidence in his own abilities, his own invulnerability, never wavered.
  He would not die like this. Not here and not tonight. He had survived before and he would survive again. Now he had far too much to live for.