conversations.from: human
conversations.value: a plot for a book about Redhead, Aunt, Tom entitled Redhead
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Redhead (musical): In Victorian London, the plain Essie Whimple works in the Simpson Sisters Wax Museum, run by her two aunts, Aunt Sarah and Aunt Maude.\nThey show the murder of Ruth LaRue, an American chorus girl, at the museum.\nThey are visited by the murdered women\'s co-workers and by Inspector White of Scotland Yard.\nNotable among them is Tom Baxter, a "Strong Man".\nEssie, attracted to Tom, makes up a story about knowing who the killer is, and fakes an attempt on her life.\nShe hides in Tom\'s show, and is turned into a "Redhead".
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: the first three paragraphs for this book
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Redhead
  Larry stabbed at the picture with his finger. "See the upturned bar? That's exactly the same sign that's on the Sun-Stone at Newton." He waited, keen to see Jim's reaction.
  Jim looked at it without speaking. Then he said, "Okay. I suppose I can see what you're getting at. Everything is getting so strange. I'm beginning to think anything is possible, now. I suppose there is some truth in what you were saying just now. There have been times recently when I've felt quite an aversion to redheads. But only very recently." He looked mystified. "I really can't explain why. It's quite 'irrational', as you put it."
  But Jim seemed embarrassed. "You must have noticed what's been happening between Rebecca and me. I think I've quite fallen for her, Larry. And I know she likes me. But recently it's just as if we really hate each other. Then I don't know what I feel. It's as if something has come between us. Holding us apart like magnets repelling each other. And she's the same. She's always flaring up, having tantrums. Sometimes she can be like a parody of a redhead."
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: five more paragraphs
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conversations.value: The angry cries were closing in on them as he swung the wheel around. Clearing the port, Sandy shut down the engine to half-throttle and headed round the island, keeping well away from the darkened shoreline to avoid attracting attention.
  He looked hard at them all in turn, but nobody demurred. "Good," he said, and held out his hand, first of all to the middle-aged man. "My name's Sandy Lewis..." 
  Then, switching on the television news, she caught her breath in shock as the grim-faced presenter announced the news about the disappearance of red-haired children on Orkney.
  She phoned Rebecca. No answer from her hotel phone, and when she tried her mobile, just a strange buzzing sound. Within minutes, Syreeta established that Rebecca had checked out of the hotel at seven o'clock that morning. She tried Jim, but his mobile was on voicemail. Irritated, she tried Larry. No answer from his room phone, and his mobile, too, was switched off.
  Eventually she found out from the hotel receptionist that both Jim and Larry had checked out half an hour earlier. "No, I'm sorry they didn't leave a message," said the girl. "They seemed to be in a hurry."
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Delete the first sentence.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Clearing the port, Sandy shut down the engine to half-throttle and headed round the island, keeping well away from the darkened shoreline to avoid attracting attention.
  He looked hard at them all in turn, but nobody demurred. "Good," he said, and held out his hand, first of all to the middle-aged man. "My name's Sandy Lewis..." 
  Then, switching on the television news, she caught her breath in shock as the grim-faced presenter announced the news about the disappearance of red-haired children on Orkney.
  She phoned Rebecca. No answer from her hotel phone, and when she tried her mobile, just a strange buzzing sound. Within minutes, Syreeta established that Rebecca had checked out of the hotel at seven o'clock that morning. She tried Jim, but his mobile was on voicemail. Irritated, she tried Larry. No answer from his room phone, and his mobile, too, was switched off.
  Eventually she found out from the hotel receptionist that both Jim and Larry had checked out half an hour earlier. "No, I'm sorry they didn't leave a message," said the girl. "They seemed to be in a hurry."
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: the last five paragraphs
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Struggling to hold back tears, he began to tell them about the appalling events that had taken place there. "I'll tell you one thing," he said. "I am very lucky just to be alive."
  He looked at Rebecca and Jim, and then at Sandy and Shona, the distraught women and children. "I think I'm going to have to stay in Orkney a while. These people are going to need some help."
  Larry looked up at the sky. The sun had broken through the clouds, which glowed red on the horizon. The waters of the Loch of Harray shimmered in the early morning light.
  As if in reply, a rainbow, symbol of promise, began to appear, brilliant and clear, arching high in the sky over the loch. Everybody in the Ring stopped what they were doing, and stood and watched, entranced.
  At one end, the rainbow lit up the Standing Stones of Stenness. The other end reached down into the sunlit water, and the whole loch seemed to explode into a million glittering, brightly coloured lights.