conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What could be a title for a book about Cosmo, Powerscourt, Randolph with the genre: Mystery, Thriller & Suspense, Mystery?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: A title for this book could be 'Death of a Wine Merchant'
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: the first two paragraphs for this book. Start with the sentence 'Death of a Wine Merchant
  The barrister from Gray's Inn carried on'.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Death of a Wine Merchant
  The barrister from Gray's Inn carried on. He was on the second piece of evidence from Beaune now where Madame Yvette Planchon told of the stolen kiss, the unexpected arrival of her husband the sergeant, his threat to kill Randolph Colville and his disappearance from the scene.
  Powerscourt was staring at the shorthand writers at the table below the judge. They, unlike everybody else in Court Two, had remained impassive as the new evidence was disclosed. Perhaps they had heard it all before. Powerscourt's mind was racing. Yet another interpretation of events at Brympton Hall had just flashed through his brain. He picked up his pen and wrote a very brief message. He folded it carefully twice and wrote Pugh on the front. As his colleague made his way through the letter that had arrived from Beaune that morning with the astonishing news that the Colvilles in England knew about the other Colville wife in France, he leant forward and slipped it into the hand of Richard Napier, leaning back from his bench. Lady Lucy, sitting beside her husband with Cosmo's solicitor on her other side, looked at him expectantly. Powerscourt spoke not a word.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: five more paragraphs
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conversations.value: Pugh paused and took another sip of his water. Lady Lucy was holding her husband's hand very tightly, her eyes fixed on Hermione Colville. Richard Napier appeared to be making a sketch of the scales of justice that sat on top of the Old Bailey roof.
  She was sobbing now. 'No, that's not how it was,' Hermione Colville managed to say, 'not the last bit anyway.'
  For the first time since the trial began Mr Justice Black raised his voice. 'Mrs Colville! Mrs Colville! Please pay attention! You do not have to answer any further questions that might incriminate yourself in any future proceedings. Do you understand?'
  Mrs Randolph Colville nodded sadly. Cosmo looked as though he was trying to climb out of the dock into the main body of the court. The warders manhandled him roughly back into his chair. A great sigh ran through the court. Mrs Randolph Colville had collapsed in a chair, watched over by two sturdy policemen. Lady Lucy was trembling. Detective Chief Inspector Weir was striding across the court for a conference with Sir Jasper. The newspapermen were elbowing their way towards the entrance as fast as they could. Some of them muttered to each other that they hadn't seen such a sensational case this century. Pugh was sitting down, talking quietly with his junior, other barristers and solicitors whispering their congratulations. Powerscourt felt only pity for this poor woman, driven halfway out of her mind by her husband's crimes.
  Emily Nash nudged her mother gently in the ribs. 'That's what I told you on the night of the wedding, Mama,' she whispered. Emily did not see fit to tell her mother that she had known for years about Randolph's other wife in France. That, after all, was what Tristram had been blackmailing him about.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: the last five paragraphs
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Pugh was virtually engulfed by guests offering him their congratulations. Lady Lucy thought it was slightly unfair.
  The room filled up. Powerscourt wondered if the multitude of Colvilles reminded Lucy of one of her own family's tribal gatherings. He suspected the Colvilles might be even more numerous. Sir Pericles Freme had brought a white piece of paper which he entrusted to Rhys, the Powerscourt butler. Powerscourt could catch snatches of conversation between Cosmo, his uncle, Freme and Richard Napier for the younger generation.
  By eight o'clock the guests had departed. Powerscourt was going to take Lady Lucy out to dinner to celebrate the end of the case. She was adjusting her hair in the mirror.
  There was a knock on the door. Rhys crept into the room carrying an opened bottle and a couple of glasses and an expensive-looking envelope. 'The envelope is from Sir Pericles, my lord,' said Rhys. 'He says you are to read it first.'
  Rhys slipped away. Looking at the label, Powerscourt saw that the spirit that had made Colville's great was still there, that even in adversity a family could show its resilience and that a dynasty founded fifty years before, when Victoria was twenty years on the throne, still had sap in its bones and fire in its belly.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Delete the last sentence.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Pugh was virtually engulfed by guests offering him their congratulations. Lady Lucy thought it was slightly unfair.
  The room filled up. Powerscourt wondered if the multitude of Colvilles reminded Lucy of one of her own family's tribal gatherings. He suspected the Colvilles might be even more numerous. Sir Pericles Freme had brought a white piece of paper which he entrusted to Rhys, the Powerscourt butler. Powerscourt could catch snatches of conversation between Cosmo, his uncle, Freme and Richard Napier for the younger generation.
  By eight o'clock the guests had departed. Powerscourt was going to take Lady Lucy out to dinner to celebrate the end of the case. She was adjusting her hair in the mirror.
  There was a knock on the door. Rhys crept into the room carrying an opened bottle and a couple of glasses and an expensive-looking envelope. 'The envelope is from Sir Pericles, my lord,' said Rhys. 'He says you are to read it first.'
  Rhys slipped away.