conversations.from: human
conversations.value: the first three paragraphs for a book with the title 'Sign of the Cross'
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Sign of the Cross
  They found a quiet restaurant and sat at a rear table, a copy of the marginalia photo lying next to the plate of bread.
  He told her about an idea he'd had while sleepless in the middle of the night. Someone he knew might be able to help with the identification of the SS symbol. Before they'd left for the publisher that morning, he'd placed a call and he was waiting for a response.
  Cal had been to the Sapienza University of Rome before but always to visit the department of history, culture and religion. He never imagined he'd have a reason to set foot in the physics department.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: five more paragraphs
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: He smiled weakly. 'I'm attracted to you too. Next steps aren't all that complicated for a couple of unattached people.'
  He was dressed in new, typical-tourist clothes: khaki slacks, trainers and a ball cap. Given the scorching heat of the midsummer day, the only garment that didn't quite fit the look was the long-sleeved shirt that still bore the sharp creases from its plastic packaging. His small carry-on case, also purchased earlier in the day, had new pairs of socks and underwear, a couple of shirts and some travel-size Spanish toiletries. He exited the car without exchanging words with the two men who had driven him to the Barcelona-El Prat Airport and made his way to the Iberia ticket counter.
  He hesitated long enough for the agent to look up from her terminal and peer at him over her spectacles.
  She checked the photo, entered the passport number and said, 'Thank you, Mr Egger.' When she handed it back to him she noticed something on the heel of his hand and frowned. 'Did you know you're bleeding, sir?' She paused.
  As the passport control officer looked Giovanni up and down the priest felt his skin prickle. He'd been careful to re-bandage his wrists with fresh gauze in the lavatory shortly before landing, so he wouldn't bleed all over the desk. But did the officer spot his false passport? Did he suspect something? Gerhardt had told him that the security at Ben Gurion Airport was tough, especially for young men traveling alone.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: the last four paragraphs
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: On the Viale Nettuno in Francavilla, the trunk of his hire car open, Cal was holding Irene and letting her cry her eyes out into his shoulder. He knew at that moment they would never see each other again for Cal would always remind her of the saddest time in her life.
  He cast his lure low and long, one of the best of the day and began jigging the lure back to the shore.
  Disappointment set in when the line was almost reeled all the way in but then he hit a resistance, a big one, and he jerked his rod up to set the hook.
  First there was a bare arm with black ink. Black as night. The tattoo of the Holy Lance with SS lightning bolts.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Delete the last sentence.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: On the Viale Nettuno in Francavilla, the trunk of his hire car open, Cal was holding Irene and letting her cry her eyes out into his shoulder. He knew at that moment they would never see each other again for Cal would always remind her of the saddest time in her life.
  He cast his lure low and long, one of the best of the day and began jigging the lure back to the shore.
  Disappointment set in when the line was almost reeled all the way in but then he hit a resistance, a big one, and he jerked his rod up to set the hook.
  First there was a bare arm with black ink. Black as night.