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conversations.value: Provide the first five paragraphs for a book with the title 'An Episode of Sparrows'.. End with the sentence '"'.
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conversations.value: An Episode of Sparrows
  Olivia had spent most of the day alone. The happening—"Call it an episode if you want," she said in thought to Angela, "to me it was a happening"—was whole and extraordinarily important in her mind. After dinner her voice talking to Angela, the taste of coffee in her mouth, even her headache, seemed to be outside Olivia—on my skin, she thought—while deep, deep in her the morning's interview was still going on.
  There was a pause; a thought that was evidently sharp-edged struggled to speak in Lovejoy; then, "She didn't buy me any clothes," she said in a low voice.
  There was a silence; then Lovejoy had looked up and put an end to the skilful and delicate fencing. "Has Mrs. Combie been landed with me?" she asked.
  Angela disregarded that, as Olivia had known she would. "—that we know what we're doing?" finished Angela.
  If Ellen were dubious about anyone she always said "a" before the person—"a Mr. French," "a Miss Smithers." "A Father Lambert." Ellen was rigid with disapproval. She called Catholic priests "black beetles."
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conversations.value: Provide three more paragraphs.
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conversations.value: Olivia was so pleased that she was silent. She, Olivia, had been asked, actually asked, to join in something by a child—something very real, thought Olivia; it was to her as wonderful as when Lovejoy had put out her hand. "It seems to me a compliment," she said shakily.
  From the moment she stepped into the restaurant Olivia knew something was wrong. "It will be a horrid dingy place," Ellen had said. "Let me come with you," but, "Dingy!" said Olivia and she was standing—as Charles and Liz had done—looking round her in surprise and pleasure, when a little pale man rose from a desk and held up his hand. "Please don't," he said. "Don't look at it."
  Olivia obediently tried to detach her eyes from the warm brown and apricot colours, the snow-clean linen, the glass; to ignore the scent of flowers and fruit—there were roses in a vase, a dish of peaches. Vincent had promised to stop buying but while the restaurant was still there he bought a little. The roses are the day before yesterday's, he could have told Olivia. There are only four peaches. Still, they were something. "Let's at least go down with our colours flying," Vincent had said. Olivia's response, even while he stopped it, was balm, until, "Are you Mr. Combie?" she asked.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Reverse the sentences.
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conversations.value: Combie?" she asked.. Olivia's response, even while he stopped it, was balm, until, "Are you Mr. "Let's at least go down with our colours flying," Vincent had said. Still, they were something. There are only four peaches. The roses are the day before yesterday's, he could have told Olivia. Vincent had promised to stop buying but while the restaurant was still there he bought a little."
  Olivia obediently tried to detach her eyes from the warm brown and apricot colours, the snow-clean linen, the glass; to ignore the scent of flowers and fruit—there were roses in a vase, a dish of peaches. "Don't look at it. "Please don't," he said. "Let me come with you," but, "Dingy!" said Olivia and she was standing—as Charles and Liz had done—looking round her in surprise and pleasure, when a little pale man rose from a desk and held up his hand. "It will be a horrid dingy place," Ellen had said.
  From the moment she stepped into the restaurant Olivia knew something was wrong. "It seems to me a compliment," she said shakily. She, Olivia, had been asked, actually asked, to join in something by a child—something very real, thought Olivia; it was to her as wonderful as when Lovejoy had put out her hand.Olivia was so pleased that she was silent
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Provide the last three paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Olivia had always been blunt, but, anxious for the smooth working of the trust, she had not foreseen that it would sound quite as blunt and hard as it did—it had an effect she would never have believed, for Angela began to blush. It was a blush as painful and humiliating as any of Olivia's own.
  THE admiral was showing the new member of the Garden Committee round the gardens. "We'll have some wallflowers here," he said, pointing with his stick at the long borders.
  The admiral did not regain his temper until they came to the shrub beds. "This is where the trouble was," he said.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Delete the first sentence.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: It was a blush as painful and humiliating as any of Olivia's own.
  THE admiral was showing the new member of the Garden Committee round the gardens. "We'll have some wallflowers here," he said, pointing with his stick at the long borders.
  The admiral did not regain his temper until they came to the shrub beds. "This is where the trouble was," he said.