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conversations.value: What could be a title for a book about Rumpole, British, Academy with the genre: Humor & Entertainment, Humor?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: A title for this book could be 'The Second Rumpole Omnibus'
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conversations.value: the first three paragraphs for this book
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: The Second Rumpole Omnibus
  What a joy it was, I thought, to be getting away from London, far from the terrors of Judge Bullingham and my clerk Henry, and the V.A.T. man and She Who Must Be Obeyed! And then, at last, I got a splendid view of the coal heaps round the canal as the train rattled and gasped its way into Oxford station.
  Walking down the platform I was accosted by a stout person whom I didn't recognize. He was accompanied by an elderly grey-haired man whose sprouting eyebrows gave him the appearance of an anxious crustacean.
  It seemed incredible, until I remembered that standing in front of my two old friends I too must have seemed like some sort of antique or relic from the past. Simpson twitched his eyebrows and said in that high, slightly hysterical voice of his, which always sounded like a scream from the depths of the sea, 'We were all at St Joseph's together!'
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conversations.value: five more paragraphs
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conversations.value: So, with a good deal of the preparatory work done, I decided to be daring and ask a question to which I didn't know the answer – always a considerable risk in cross-examination.
  The jury looked so interested in the answer that Ballard rose to make an objection. 'My Lord,' he said. 'The witness should be warned.'
  There was a long pause during which perhaps Mr X's whole life flashed before his eyes, in slow motion. At long last he said, in the nicest possible way, 'I would prefer not to, my Lord.'
  I looked hard at the jury, raised an eyebrow or two, and repeated, 'You would prefer not to?' As no answer came from the witness-box I tried another question. 'Can you answer this. How long ago was the meeting in the public house in Victoria?'
  Mr X gave a puzzled look at the jury, but they looked as if they saw the point perfectly well. Then he answered, 'Yes.'
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Reverse the sentences.
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conversations.value: '. Then he answered, 'Yes. How long ago was the meeting in the public house in Victoria?'
  Mr X gave a puzzled look at the jury, but they looked as if they saw the point perfectly well. 'Can you answer this.'
  I looked hard at the jury, raised an eyebrow or two, and repeated, 'You would prefer not to?' As no answer came from the witness-box I tried another question. At long last he said, in the nicest possible way, 'I would prefer not to, my Lord.'
  There was a long pause during which perhaps Mr X's whole life flashed before his eyes, in slow motion. 'The witness should be warned. 'My Lord,' he said.
  The jury looked so interested in the answer that Ballard rose to make an objection.So, with a good deal of the preparatory work done, I decided to be daring and ask a question to which I didn't know the answer – always a considerable risk in cross-examination
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conversations.value: the last two paragraphs
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conversations.value: During the course of these memoirs I have stressed my article of faith: never plead guilty. Like all good rules this is, of course, subject to exceptions. For instance, readers will have noticed that having got Dennis Timson off the firearm charges, I had no alternative but to plead to the theft. So it was with my situation before She Who Must Be Obeyed. I knew that she would soon learn of my announced retirement from the Bar. If I wished to avoid prolonged questioning on this subject, no doubt stretching over several months, I had no alternative but to come clean and throw myself on the mercy of the Court. And so, that night, before the domestic gas-fire I gave Hilda a full account of the wager I had placed with Gerald, and of the fat screw's appalling treachery. 'But Rumpole,' she asked, and it was by no means a bad question, 'do you mean to say you've got no record of the transaction?'
  So it came about that at my usual hour next morning I opened the door of our clerk's room. Henry was telephoning, Dianne was brightening up her nails and Uncle Tom was practising chip shots into the waste-paper basket. Nothing had changed and nobody seemed particularly surprised to see me.
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conversations.value: Reverse the sentences.
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conversations.value: Nothing had changed and nobody seemed particularly surprised to see me.. Henry was telephoning, Dianne was brightening up her nails and Uncle Tom was practising chip shots into the waste-paper basket. 'But Rumpole,' she asked, and it was by no means a bad question, 'do you mean to say you've got no record of the transaction?'
  So it came about that at my usual hour next morning I opened the door of our clerk's room. And so, that night, before the domestic gas-fire I gave Hilda a full account of the wager I had placed with Gerald, and of the fat screw's appalling treachery. If I wished to avoid prolonged questioning on this subject, no doubt stretching over several months, I had no alternative but to come clean and throw myself on the mercy of the Court. I knew that she would soon learn of my announced retirement from the Bar. So it was with my situation before She Who Must Be Obeyed. For instance, readers will have noticed that having got Dennis Timson off the firearm charges, I had no alternative but to plead to the theft. Like all good rules this is, of course, subject to exceptions.During the course of these memoirs I have stressed my article of faith: never plead guilty