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conversations.value: Give me a plot for a book about Stirrington, Lady, Jane entitled The Fleet Street Murders.
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conversations.value: The Fleet Street Murders: While gentleman and amateur detective Charles Lenox is celebrating his engagement to his best friend and neighbor Lady Jane Grey, two journalists are murdered simultaneously across London.\nLenox starts to involve himself in this strange case despite hostility from Scotland Yard, but soon must leave it behind to travel to Stirrington, in northern England, where he is running for a seat in Parliament.\nOnce at Stirrington, he has to overcome local suspicion of an outsider, and faces a shock when Lady Jane sends him a letter casting doubt on their upcoming marriage.\nMeanwhile in London, the police have arrested two unlikely suspects.\nLenox races back and forth between London and Stirrington to solve the crime, face the results of the election, and save his imperiled engagement.\nIn the process, he discovers that the culprit is an old nemesis.
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conversations.value: Give me the first paragraph for this book.
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conversations.value: The Fleet Street Murders
  Moon laughed. "The Poole thing? Only every day of his life. Which is how I happen to know that Gerald Poole killed him, Mr. Lenox. It's our first lead tomorrow morning. I can promise you we're taking Win's death pretty seriously around here, and Poole's involvement, too. He should swing for what he did."
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conversations.value: Give me five more paragraphs.
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conversations.value: Dallington laughed again. "You must understand—for years I've been poaching out of my parents' accounts. Since I was thirteen or so. I know all the most corrupt men at the bank."
  Graham had a tenderly cultivated skill for quick friendship with fellow servants. Lenox had often asked him to employ it on a case's behalf. "Yes, precisely," said the detective.
  Graham left, and Dallington and Lenox sat silent for some time, Lenox staring into the fire and contemplating Barnard's actions.
  Suddenly Dallington burst into speech. "Listen, Lenox—I want to apologize. I came to you in the absolute certainty that my friend—my acquaintance, whom if I acknowledge it I only knew briefly—was innocent, and I was wrong."
  Lenox waved a dismissive hand. "You're young," he said. "There are many lessons before you, some harder than this one."
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conversations.value: Give me the last five paragraphs.
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conversations.value: So they bantered until he was quite himself again and was ready to leave. Edmund emerged from downstairs gulping a cup of tea.
  The Members' entrance to the House was through a beautiful arched corridor, which led into an open courtyard and then into the chambers of governance. Never had the golden buildings of Parliament and Big Ben looked so momentous to Lenox, so majestic, as they did now against the backdrop of the river.
  The Members themselves were a different matter. The courtyard was crowded by a series of glum, combative-looking gentlemen in black cloaks and very proper top hats. Small groups were deep in discussion, and only a few people looked up to say hello to Edmund, Lenox, and Jane as they came through the arch.
  Edmund went off commending himself on the extreme cunning of the maneuver (and it was perhaps for the best that he didn't notice their indulgent smiles trailing behind him) and stood off in a corner, waiting.
  It was a beautiful courtyard, Edmund always thought. The light was falling through the high, old windows, the vivid lavender of winter evening, and he thought with contentment of going back to the country the next morning to see Molly and his boys. There was nothing he liked better than being married, and as he stole a glance at his brother and his old friend, Lady Jane, his heart filled with joy for them, and he pondered the vagaries of the world, which for all of its fault lines and difficulties could offer so much happiness sometimes, and often—as for his brother, who had so long lived as a bachelor, had so long struggled with the prejudice against his profession—often when you weren't even looking for it at all.