conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Do you know a plot for a book about Marlowe, Bonnie, Godsend entitled The Godsend?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: The Godsend: The story concerns the Marlowe family and an abandoned child named Bonnie, who they take into their home after being left with them by a mysterious woman they meet on a day out to a nearby lake.\nThe story is told in first person by Alan Marlowe, the father of the family, who gradually starts to suspect that the subsequent tragic deaths of his children were caused by Bonnie.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Do you know the first two paragraphs for this book?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: The Godsend
  Later, near the house in Birmingham, I tried to call her again. She still wasn't in. It was disturbing. I couldn't understand it.
  Lucy—although perfectly all right in Mrs. Hooper's care—had obviously missed me, and her welcoming hug made me glad and dispelled for a while the uneasiness I felt. It was still only mid-afternoon and, feeling guilty over the fact that I'd had to leave her in the house, I suggested that we go out somewhere.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Do you know five more paragraphs?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: I spread out my hands before me, turned them over, studied them. They were hands that had been used only to build things—no earth-shattering things, nothing likely to become a part of history, but still, creations for all that. I wondered how I could turn them to destruction. Then when I looked back again to the near-bare walls, to Bonnie's doll over on the chest, I knew that I must.
  While Lucy was safely out of earshot, soaking in her bath, I phoned Mrs. Taverner. My call was brief. I told her I'd try to be in Bournemouth to collect Bonnie on Friday morning.
  I'd gone over it in my mind—carefully: Saturday would be too late and Thursday—Kate's first day home—would be too early; it might not be easy for me to get away.
  On our visit to Kate in the afternoon I took with me a case containing the clothes she'd asked for—her blouse and skirt, coat, shoes, etc.
  Yes, I could kill Bonnie. And by doing so I could save Lucy's life. I had thought it all through—right to the outcome, sure that what happened to me afterwards would not matter; I could face the years in prison, the permanent separation from Lucy and Kate, because I would have done what needed to be done—and if I couldn't face it then it didn't matter much either. But in planning the means of giving Lucy back her life I had not envisaged the quality of her life. Was that little smile of pride and love to be replaced by disillusionment, fear, shame and mistrust—? Yes, it would be. And for how long—?—Always? Yes... She would grow up with the certain knowledge that I had cold-bloodedly murdered her younger sister. I could never give to her such a legacy.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Reverse the sentences.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: I could never give to her such a legacy.. She would grow up with the certain knowledge that I had cold-bloodedly murdered her younger sister... And for how long—?—Always? Yes. Was that little smile of pride and love to be replaced by disillusionment, fear, shame and mistrust—? Yes, it would be. But in planning the means of giving Lucy back her life I had not envisaged the quality of her life. I had thought it all through—right to the outcome, sure that what happened to me afterwards would not matter; I could face the years in prison, the permanent separation from Lucy and Kate, because I would have done what needed to be done—and if I couldn't face it then it didn't matter much either. And by doing so I could save Lucy's life.
  Yes, I could kill Bonnie.
  On our visit to Kate in the afternoon I took with me a case containing the clothes she'd asked for—her blouse and skirt, coat, shoes, etc.
  I'd gone over it in my mind—carefully: Saturday would be too late and Thursday—Kate's first day home—would be too early; it might not be easy for me to get away. I told her I'd try to be in Bournemouth to collect Bonnie on Friday morning. My call was brief. Taverner.
  While Lucy was safely out of earshot, soaking in her bath, I phoned Mrs. Then when I looked back again to the near-bare walls, to Bonnie's doll over on the chest, I knew that I must. I wondered how I could turn them to destruction. They were hands that had been used only to build things—no earth-shattering things, nothing likely to become a part of history, but still, creations for all that.I spread out my hands before me, turned them over, studied them
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Do you know the last four paragraphs? Start with the sentence 'I catch her in the act of stretching up, on her toes, reaching to press again at the bell-button'.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: I catch her in the act of stretching up, on her toes, reaching to press again at the bell-button. She stops, looks up at me, drops her hand. From behind me I hear Kate's gasp.
  There is an anxious, pleading note in Bonnie's voice. Her eyes glisten with tears and her lip quivers. On her throat I can see the bruises left by my hands. She wears a dress I haven't seen before. How did she get here? Did she come here alone? How?
  Kate is staring, incredulous. She begins to weep, sinking to her knees, her bag falling from trembling fingers. Tears streaming down her cheeks she lifts her thin arms, her hands reaching out. She speaks again, the word full of the sound of wonder.
  Bonnie runs past me and throws herself into the waiting arms. Kate rises, turning from me, holding Bonnie tight against her, Bonnie clinging as if she'll never let go. She looks at me over Kate's shoulder. Such big, blue eyes. I can feel the hair at the nape of my neck rising...