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conversations.value: Give me a plot for a story about Mildred, Everard, Helena entitled Excellent Women.
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conversations.value: Excellent Women: The story details the everyday life of Mildred Lathbury, a spinster in her thirties in 1950s England.\nPerpetually self-deprecating, but with the sharpest wit, Mildred keeps busy with near-romances (her own and those of others), church jumble sales, and of course the ubiquitous cup of tea.\nMildred's life grows more exciting with the arrival of new neighbours, anthropologist Helena Napier and her handsome, dashing husband, Rocky - with whom Mildred fancies herself in love.\nThrough the Napiers, she meets another anthropologist, Everard Bone, and it is with him that Mildred will eventually form a relationship.\nA sub-plot revolves around the activities of the local vicar, Julian Malory, who becomes engaged to a glamorous widow, Allegra Gray.\nAllegra proceeds to ease out Julian's sister, Winifred, a close friend of Mildred's.\nEventually matters come to a head and Allegra leaves the vicarage after a quarrel.\nIn the meantime, Helena, who has been on the verge of leaving Rocky for Everard, accepts that Everard does not care for her and leaves the neighbourhood, along with Rocky.\nAs with most of Pym's storys, the plot is less important than the precise drawing of the comic characters (such as Everard's elderly mother who is obsessed with the suppression of woodworm) and situations.
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conversations.value: Delete the last sentence.
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conversations.value: Excellent Women: The story details the everyday life of Mildred Lathbury, a spinster in her thirties in 1950s England.\nPerpetually self-deprecating, but with the sharpest wit, Mildred keeps busy with near-romances (her own and those of others), church jumble sales, and of course the ubiquitous cup of tea.\nMildred's life grows more exciting with the arrival of new neighbours, anthropologist Helena Napier and her handsome, dashing husband, Rocky - with whom Mildred fancies herself in love.\nThrough the Napiers, she meets another anthropologist, Everard Bone, and it is with him that Mildred will eventually form a relationship.\nA sub-plot revolves around the activities of the local vicar, Julian Malory, who becomes engaged to a glamorous widow, Allegra Gray.\nAllegra proceeds to ease out Julian's sister, Winifred, a close friend of Mildred's.\nEventually matters come to a head and Allegra leaves the vicarage after a quarrel.\nIn the meantime, Helena, who has been on the verge of leaving Rocky for Everard, accepts that Everard does not care for her and leaves the neighbourhood, along with Rocky.
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conversations.value: Give me the first three paragraphs for this story.
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conversations.value: Excellent Women
  We discussed the expedition further as we rode along Piccadilly on the top of a bus. The sun was out and there were still people sitting on chairs in the park.
  By the time we had got off the bus we were arguing quite openly. It was foolish and pointless but somehow we could not stop. I saw us in twenty or thirty years' time, perhaps living together, bickering about silly trifles. It was a depressing picture.
  It was obvious to me now that she was in a kind of mood to disagree automatically with everything I said, for usually she maintained that clergymen didn't count as men and therefore couldn't be expected to have human feelings.
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conversations.value: Delete the last sentence.
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conversations.value: Excellent Women
  We discussed the expedition further as we rode along Piccadilly on the top of a bus. The sun was out and there were still people sitting on chairs in the park.
  By the time we had got off the bus we were arguing quite openly. It was foolish and pointless but somehow we could not stop. I saw us in twenty or thirty years' time, perhaps living together, bickering about silly trifles. It was a depressing picture.
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conversations.value: Give me four more paragraphs.
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conversations.value: As we approached the house Julian Malory came towards us. I had imagined that the sight of Helena would frighten him away, but he stood his ground.
  We were all – even Julian, I think – so taken aback at his boldness that for a moment nobody said anything. I myself was full of admiration for him, for I had not expected that he would speak so frankly. I had imagined he would make some trivial social remark and that our encounter would end with remarks about the weather.
  Helena thanked him in an embarrassed way and we went into the house. I felt almost as if I ought to apologise for Julian's boldness, as if he and all the clergymen were my personal responsibility, and perhaps they were when I was up against unbelievers. I could not help feeling glad that he had spoken.
  Helena laughed, but when we reached her sitting-room she exclaimed angrily, 'But my chairs have gone! Really, this is too bad. And the desk too! Mildred, why did you let them go?'
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conversations.value: Give me the last five paragraphs.
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conversations.value: He looked a little worried for a moment but then a smile broke through. We sat down by the fire and he gave me a glass of sherry.
  Not an inspiring conversation, I thought, but it would do. We sat quite peacefully drinking sherry until I suddenly remembered about Esther Clovis. No doubt she would be arriving just before dinner, when I was taking the casserole out of the oven. No woman is at her best when taking something out of the oven, and I couldn't even correct proofs or make an index.
  There was a pause. I looked into the gas fire, which was one degree better than the glowing functional bar into which I had gazed with Julian.
  And then another picture came into my mind. Julian Malory, standing by the electric fire, wearing his speckled mackintosh, holding a couple of ping-pong bats and quoting a not very appropriate bit of Keats. He might need to be protected from the women who were going to live in his house. So, what with my duty there and the work I was going to do for Everard, it seemed as if I might be going to have what Helena called 'a full life' after all.
  If Jane Cleveland and Prudence Bates seem an unlikely pair to be walking together at an Oxford reunion, neither of them is aware of it. They couldn't be more different: Jane is a rather incompetent vicar's wife, who always looks as if she is about to feed the chickens, while Prudence, a pristine hothouse flower, has the most unsuitable affairs. With the move to a rural parish, Jane is determined to find her friend the perfect man. She learns, though, that matchmaking has as many pitfalls as housewifery...