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conversations.value: Do you know the first five paragraphs for a book with the title 'The Masqueraders'?
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conversations.value: The Masqueraders
  It had begun to rain an hour ago, a fine driving mist with the sky grey above. The gentleman riding beside the chaise surveyed the clouds placidly. 'Faith, it's a wonderful climate,' he remarked of no one in particular.
  The grizzled serving man who rode some paces to the rear spurred up to him. 'Best put up for the night, sir,' he grunted. 'There's an inn a mile or two on.'
  The window of the chaise was let down with a clatter, and a lady looked out. 'Child, you'll be wet,' she said to her cavalier. 'How far to Norman Cross?'
  The serving man rode up close to the chaise. 'Another hour, ma'am. I'm saying we'd best put up for the night.'
  The inn came soon into sight, a square white house glimmering through the dusk. There were lights in the windows, and a post-chaise drawn up in the court before it.
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conversations.value: Do you know five more paragraphs?
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conversations.value: He was let out of the house by a solemn lackey, who had spent the morning discussing his master's freak below-stairs. He walked down the steps, and became aware of a shabby gentleman, hesitating by the railings. He looked with casual interest, wondering what this individual wanted.
  The shabby gentleman looked a little puzzled. 'It's – it's a small man, with a hook nose,' he ventured. 'That's the man I want to see, sir.'
  Mr Markham paused, and his eyes took in the stranger more thoroughly. There was an air of mystery about the man, and some slight savour of nervousness. If this was one of my lord's late associates it was quite possible that something might be gathered from him of no little importance. 'I'm a friend of Lord Barham,' said Markham, in a tone meant to inspire confidence. 'Do me the favour of stepping up to my rooms with me.'
  The stranger seemed to shrink into himself; hurriedly he declined the honour: he desired to see my lord, and none other.
  Mr Markham's suspicions were thoroughly aroused. He took the stranger by the elbow, and abandoning the conciliatory tone, said unpleasantly: – 'Ay, you're in a mighty hurry to be off, aren't you? Now what should the likes of you have to say to Lord Barharn that no one else may hear?'
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conversations.value: Do you know the last five paragraphs?
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conversations.value: Beside the bed of lavender Prudence walked with a hand tucked in Robin's arm. 'So we come to the journey's end.'
  But a week later, at Barham, on the terrace, my lord looked over the lawns to where four people were throwing bread to the carp in the marble pond and waved a satisfied hand. 'I contrive!' he said.
  My lady looked too at the pretty group. There was Prudence, blue-gowned, and stately, leaning on Sir Anthony's arm and beside them Robin seemed to be endeavouring to prevent an eager, laughing Letitia from overbalancing into the pond. It was a charming picture and my lady's bright eyes softened as she looked. 'What, all of it, Robert?'
  My lord wrinkled his brow. 'My Thérèse, you should know that I am a man of too powerful a character to fold my hands.' He looked meditative. 'I have too large a vision to be so easily satisfied.'
  My lord became impressive. 'It is not fitting that I should be no more than a Viscount,' he said. 'Our house must be enlarged. You may look to see it happen, Thérèse.'
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conversations.value: Delete the first sentence.
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conversations.value: 'So we come to the journey's end.'
  But a week later, at Barham, on the terrace, my lord looked over the lawns to where four people were throwing bread to the carp in the marble pond and waved a satisfied hand. 'I contrive!' he said.
  My lady looked too at the pretty group. There was Prudence, blue-gowned, and stately, leaning on Sir Anthony's arm and beside them Robin seemed to be endeavouring to prevent an eager, laughing Letitia from overbalancing into the pond. It was a charming picture and my lady's bright eyes softened as she looked. 'What, all of it, Robert?'
  My lord wrinkled his brow. 'My Thérèse, you should know that I am a man of too powerful a character to fold my hands.' He looked meditative. 'I have too large a vision to be so easily satisfied.'
  My lord became impressive. 'It is not fitting that I should be no more than a Viscount,' he said. 'Our house must be enlarged. You may look to see it happen, Thérèse.'