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conversations.value: Do you know a description for a book titled Behold, Here's Poison about with the genre: Mystery, Thriller & Suspense, Mystery?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: the author who wrote over fifty novels died in 1974.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Do you know the first four paragraphs for this book?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Behold, Here's Poison
  Stella, who had been following this dialogue in some bewilderment, said: 'But what has someone we've never even heard of got to do with it? I mean, what had he to do with uncle, and why should he have murdered him?'
  Mrs Matthews heaved a weary sigh. 'I can't see what any of this rigmarole has to do with your aunt's death, Randall.'
  Randall said kindly: 'You mustn't be shy of me, little cousin.'
  This left Guy without a word to say. He glared at Randall, who smiled and opened the door for Stella to pass out.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Add another sentence about Naturally, any-thing.
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conversations.value: Behold, Here's Poison
  Stella, who had been following this dialogue in some bewilderment, said: 'But what has someone we've never even heard of got to do with it? I mean, what had he to do with uncle, and why should he have murdered him?'
  Mrs Matthews heaved a weary sigh. 'I can't see what any of this rigmarole has to do with your aunt's death, Randall. '
  Randall said kindly: 'You mustn't be shy of me, little cousin. Naturally you want to warn her not to say any-thing indiscreet. '
  This left Guy without a word to say. He glared at Randall, who smiled and opened the door for Stella to pass out.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Do you know five more paragraphs?
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conversations.value: Stella said, grasping the arms of her chair: 'No! No, he hasn't. He doesn't want uncle's money. He told me himself he was going to get rid of it.'
  An astonished silence greeted her words. Hannasyde, closely watching Randall, saw a flicker of annoyance in his face, and caught the gleam of warning in the look he flashed at Stella.
  Guy broke the silence. 'You – don't – want – uncle's – money?' he repeated. 'What rot! I never heard such a tale!'
  He burst out laughing, but Hannasyde's voice cut through his laughter. 'That is very interesting, Mr Matthews. May I know why you don't want your inheritance?'
  Randall was frowningly regarding the tip of his cigarette. He raised his eyes when Hannasyde spoke, and answered pensively: 'Well, do you know, I like to shock my family now and then, my dear Superintendent.'
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conversations.value: Reverse the sentences.
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conversations.value: '. He raised his eyes when Hannasyde spoke, and answered pensively: 'Well, do you know, I like to shock my family now and then, my dear Superintendent. May I know why you don't want your inheritance?'
  Randall was frowningly regarding the tip of his cigarette. 'That is very interesting, Mr Matthews. 'What rot! I never heard such a tale!'
  He burst out laughing, but Hannasyde's voice cut through his laughter. 'You – don't – want – uncle's – money?' he repeated.
  Guy broke the silence. Hannasyde, closely watching Randall, saw a flicker of annoyance in his face, and caught the gleam of warning in the look he flashed at Stella.'
  An astonished silence greeted her words. He told me himself he was going to get rid of it. He doesn't want uncle's money.Stella said, grasping the arms of her chair: 'No! No, he hasn't
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Do you know the last three paragraphs?
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conversations.value: Randall looked at him with amused comprehension. 'My dear Superintendent! Oh, but this isn't worthy of you! Did you really think I was going to hand it you, all guileless and trusting?'
  Randall finished what was left of his drink. 'It's in the post, of course, and will reach you at Scotland Yard tomorrow morning.'
  Hannasyde set down his glass, and rose. 'I think I'll go and sleep on it,' he said. 'You don't seem to have left me much else to do – except clear up the mess.'