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conversations.value: Provide a description for a book titled Incidents in the Rue Laugier about with the genre: Humor & Entertainment, Humor.
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conversations.value: the author works a spell on the reader; being under it is both an education and a delight.
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conversations.value: Provide the first four paragraphs for this book.
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conversations.value: Incidents in the Rue Laugier
  And sending the girls off to photograph the portals of Saint Bénigne she called at the pastry shop on her way home and bought a cherry tart for their tea.
  Her tone was neutral. It may have been that she had perceived the distance her mother kept from others. It may have been an inkling of her mother's loneliness. It may have been the burden of the responsibility her mother had wordlessly laid upon her to marry well and to marry early. But over and above all of this was a fierce loyalty, a longing to please, to delight, to gratify, which she was careful not to show. Any sign of weakness would, she knew, be frowned upon. A certain impassivity was favoured as a mark of breeding. Thus Maud's more instinctive feelings were rather hidden from view. It was unclear when, if ever, they would surface.
  All this they could endure, or rather Nadine could, for the sake of Xavier, the tall, courteous and brilliant son of the house. There could of course be no marriage between the cousins, although why not? Nadine would have sacrificed any number of grandchildren to know that Maud had an enviable future, even if that future included Germaine as a mother-in-law, for she would never leave that house...
  Maternal relish deepened her voice. Nadine recognised the proprietorial spirit that had so alienated her from her sister when they were both young. Then it had been their father who had been so appropriated, but he had been sacrificed without a murmur. Now, however, she must be careful not to overstep the bounds that had been assigned to her: widow, unfortunate, no money, no man, a recipient of charity which must be gratefully and admiringly received. Nevertheless she had the information she wanted, and she replaced the receiver with a very slight feeling of reassurance. Maud was, after all, a very good-looking girl.
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conversations.value: Provide another paragraph.
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conversations.value: If she were to disappear from her mother's vigilance she would have to go to London and marry Edward. If she were to disappear from Edward's life she would have to stay in Dijon and shelter behind her mother, who would defend her actions in so far as she considered Maud to be marrying the wrong man. Maud was quite aware of her mother's needs and desires. She knew that her marriage would put an end to an over-preparedness which they both found intolerable. How often had she winced to feel her mother's hand in the small of her back, propelling her forward to greet some man, any man, even the ancient family doctor, even Xavier (certain Xavier), and to hear her mother's voice exaggerating her slender accomplishments. Yet she had also seen that mother's wry smile and downcast eyes in the presence of Tyler, and knew that she could have presented her mother with no greater prize than Tyler for a son-in-law. That chaste woman, with her long history of widowhood, had derived a speculative thrill from contemplation of Tyler's peculiar form of masculinity; the more dangerous, the more anarchic he appeared, the greater the satisfaction derived from what could only be an imaginative exercise, but one which was none the less thrilling for that very reason. And to have him in the family, to be able to rely on his presence from time to time, and above all to have abstracted him from Germaine's sphere of influence would have been a triumph which would have compensated for so many undeserved privations, not to speak of the timorous comforts which she envisaged for her old age.
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conversations.value: Reverse the sentences.
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conversations.value: And to have him in the family, to be able to rely on his presence from time to time, and above all to have abstracted him from Germaine's sphere of influence would have been a triumph which would have compensated for so many undeserved privations, not to speak of the timorous comforts which she envisaged for her old age.. That chaste woman, with her long history of widowhood, had derived a speculative thrill from contemplation of Tyler's peculiar form of masculinity; the more dangerous, the more anarchic he appeared, the greater the satisfaction derived from what could only be an imaginative exercise, but one which was none the less thrilling for that very reason. Yet she had also seen that mother's wry smile and downcast eyes in the presence of Tyler, and knew that she could have presented her mother with no greater prize than Tyler for a son-in-law. How often had she winced to feel her mother's hand in the small of her back, propelling her forward to greet some man, any man, even the ancient family doctor, even Xavier (certain Xavier), and to hear her mother's voice exaggerating her slender accomplishments. She knew that her marriage would put an end to an over-preparedness which they both found intolerable. Maud was quite aware of her mother's needs and desires. If she were to disappear from Edward's life she would have to stay in Dijon and shelter behind her mother, who would defend her actions in so far as she considered Maud to be marrying the wrong man.If she were to disappear from her mother's vigilance she would have to go to London and marry Edward
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conversations.value: Provide the last two paragraphs.
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conversations.value: Her death, which overtook her by almost imperceptible stages, was caused by inanition. She ate little, went out less, then finally not at all. I let myself in with my key one Sunday morning, and found her on the sofa, her reading lamp still on. She looked very peaceful, so peaceful that it did not occur to me to grieve for her. When the formalities had been completed I telephoned my grandmother in Dijon (my other grandmother was in a nursing home on the south coast: Parkinson's Disease). She urged me to go to her in France, meaning to live with her permanently. But when I replied that I could not leave the shop, which I took over when my father died, she made me promise to spend my summer holidays with her and I agreed. I am very fond of her, and I know that she is lonely. Her grief over my mother's death has been protracted, and has aged her considerably. I think she feels something like guilt, although as far as I know my mother was always on good terms with her. It was not an effusive relationship: in fact there was a great deal of formality, but also a certain respect, exactly what I felt for my own mother, and what I hope my children, if I ever have any, will feel for me.
  Hartmann and Fibich are "latecomers" to England, brought over as children from Nazi Germany. Their fifty-year relationship is at the center of a transcendently moving tale about the ambiguous pleasures of friendship and domesticity.