conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the first three paragraphs for a story with the title 'Half a Crown'.. End with the sentence '"'.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Half a Crown
  Carmichael took the stairs two at a time. He felt overheated and exhausted. Jack greeted him at the door with a whisky. "I saw the program," he said, and hugged him.
  Jack went off to the kitchen, and Carmichael went into the sitting room and sat down with a sigh. He was just taking his shoes off when Jack came back with the tea tray. "That was quick!"
  Carmichael sighed, and dropped his shoes onto the carpet. "The stupid woman didn't call when Elvira was arrested in the riot, and now she wants me urgently and it's probably something ridiculously trivial about dinner on Tuesday or what flowers Elvira's going to carry to be presented."
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me four more paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: The telephone was on the table next to his chair, so he sat down. Jack, he thought, and felt as if a part of himself had been amputated. He called Normanby and had to pass through two layers of secretaries. "Well, Carmichael, have you come to your senses?" Normanby asked.
  Carmichael took a deep breath. He felt as if he wasn't getting enough oxygen even so. "Sir, you said this morning you'd give her back in a day or two. And you've made your point, you've made it very clearly indeed. Is this really necessary?"
  He walked all the way to the river, and along the Embankment to the Moon Under Water. It was mizzling, so the garden was empty. He ducked his head and went inside, where Sir Guy was at the bar again, although it was still early. "Carmichael," Sir Guy said. "Pint of bitter?"
  The barmaid smiled at him and put a curling sandwich onto a plate. "Salt and vinegar or cheese and onion crisps?"
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the last five paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: She set down her papers and looked directly at the camera, at Carmichael. "Today I have opened a great peace conference, at which delegates from all over the world will meet together to determine the fate of the world, this new world in which we have so much to fear, and so much to hope for. Now I want to address you, the people of Britain, as your Queen and tell you that it is my constitutional duty to call an immediate General Election. There have been coups and attempted coups. My uncle, the Duke of Windsor, is under arrest under accusations of treason. Also under arrest this afternoon is Mark Normanby, the former Prime Minister. He is accused, on the highest evidence, of the murder of Sir James Thirkie, at Farthing House, in 1949, and of the dowager Lady Thirkie in Campion House in the same year, and using these to engineer his own attempt at power ten years ago. The whole climate of fear we have all lived in for the last ten years was, if not imaginary, at least exaggerated."
  Carmichael wiped away tears from his cheeks. And to think he had almost killed himself and missed this!
  The door opened behind him. He turned from the screen, which had cut to a view of cheering crowds. He wasn't entirely surprised to see Sir Guy in the doorway.
  They walked together through the corridors of the Watchtower, past cells and cubicles and offices. "Maybe I'll go into business for myself," Carmichael said. "A private detective, something like that."
  Carmichael shook his hand at the top of the stairs. The sun was shining from a sky dotted with puffy white clouds; it was another beautiful spring day. He supposed he could call for a car for the last time, but he didn't want to. He didn't know where he wanted to go. Home would seem very empty without Jack, even if England was taking her first tottering steps towards being free again. He waved to Sir Guy and walked away in the sunshine up the dirty London street.