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conversations.value: Give me a description for a book titled The Ogre of Oglefort about quot;only, England with the genre: Children's Books, Science Fiction & Fantasy.
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conversations.value: the author, the author of many delightful light fantasies, knew that ghosts, wizards and witches are people like ourselves, &quot;only madder and more interesting.&quot; She lived in northern England and passed away in 2010.
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conversations.value: Give me the first four paragraphs for this book.
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conversations.value: The Ogre of Oglefort
  But Umberto had had a good idea. Obviously he couldn't marry Mirella now, but he still desperately needed the money that Mirella's father had promised him if he married into the family.
  He looked down at the crib where Sweetie Pie was lying, blowing bubbles and looking really rather nice.
  But Umberto was unlucky. Sidony let out a shriek of anger, Prince Phillipe snorted, and the king said, "Most certainly not."
  Sweetie Pie wasn't going to be a difficult and strange girl like Mirella—they would find a far more suitable husband for her when the time came.
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conversations.value: Delete the last sentence.
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conversations.value: The Ogre of Oglefort
  But Umberto had had a good idea. Obviously he couldn't marry Mirella now, but he still desperately needed the money that Mirella's father had promised him if he married into the family.
  He looked down at the crib where Sweetie Pie was lying, blowing bubbles and looking really rather nice.
  But Umberto was unlucky. Sidony let out a shriek of anger, Prince Phillipe snorted, and the king said, "Most certainly not.
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conversations.value: Give me two more paragraphs.
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conversations.value: The Norns smiled. They didn't often smile, and the effort cracked the sides of their mouths but it didn't matter. The princess was safe, all was well, and they could sleep—not just for weeks or for months, but for years and years and years.
  Their eyes were closing when they remembered the ghosts. They had not given them their reward for killing the ogre. With a great effort they got back on their knees and waved their withered arms.
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conversations.value: Give me the last five paragraphs.
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conversations.value: The ogre had agreed and sent for a lawyer to make a proper will. He had also left them his sock drawer so there was money to run things properly, and gradually more people came to the castle, not to be changed into animals but to work and to help. Brod sold them a cow and some chickens, and his little grandson came up whenever he could to lend a hand. Mr. Prendergast was so sad at the thought of making the dangerous journey back and living alone in Whipple Road that he decided to stay. He did the accounts and was useful in all sorts of ways, and the Hag wrote a letter to the principal of the children's home saying that Ivo was safe and well, and the orphanage could have her house and sell it and keep the money. She was sure that this would keep the principal quiet and she was quite right.
  The Norns were mistaken when they looked into the screen and thought that Mirella was smelling a rose. She had in fact been settling the spittlebug she'd taken from the ogre's nose into the center of the flower, which was damp and quiet and suitable.
  Which she did, most faithfully. Everyone was careful not to make the garden too tidy and to leave heaps of compost and a few stones, and some leaf mold so that there was always somewhere for the wood lice and bugs to go, and it became a sanctuary for everything that crawled and buzzed and flew.
  They were in the garden on a lovely autumn afternoon. The gnu grazed peacefully nearby; the aye-aye was sitting on the roof of the greenhouse, peeling a cob of sweet corn they had brought her; they could hear Bessie splashing in the lake.
  And on a sunlit patch of grass sat Clarence on his trolley. The aunts had not come back for him and he was part of the family now. Charlie, as always, was guarding him, and from time to time he carefully licked the mottled shell. Clarence was obviously going to take his time to hatch, and whether he was going to be someone who would save the world or just an outsize chicken nobody knew, but the children were not in a hurry.