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conversations.value: Give me the first five paragraphs for a book with the title 'A Very British Coup'.
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conversations.value: A Very British Coup
  As the Press Association tape machine in the lobby began to punch out the first results of the March 1989 general election it became clear that something had gone horribly wrong with the almost unanimous prediction of the pundits that the Tory-Social Democrat Government of National Unity would be re-elected.
  Kingston-on-Thames was the first to declare. The sharp young merchant banker who had represented the seat saw his majority evaporate.
  The machine was now giving details of a computer forecast to the effect that if the Kingston swing was reproduced across the country Labour would have a majority of around 200 seats.
  There were those who had argued that computers had rendered elections obsolete. That very morning a professor from Imperial College had been on the radio describing how he had fed the entire electoral register into a computer which had then selected a perfect cross-section of the population. He had polled the sample and confidently predicted that his results would be accurate to within one quarter of one per cent. Harry Perkins was about to put the learned professor and his computer out of business.
  For the next few minutes Sir Peregrine's optimism seemed justified. The National Unity candidate held Oxford with a majority only slightly reduced. Braintree stayed Tory. So did Colchester and Finchley. Then at about quarter to midnight came the first results from the North. Salford, Grimsby, York and Leeds East were all held by Labour with doubled, even trebled, majorities. It was at this point that Arthur Furnival disappeared to ring his stockbroker.
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conversations.value: Give me five more paragraphs.
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conversations.value: He must have been mad, but he went. It was the first time he had ever been home with her. They were in bed within half an hour. Their love-making was just reaching fever-pitch when Maureen suddenly went rigid. He looked up and found himself looking Mrs Jackson straight in the eye at five paces.
  She never said a word. Just stood there staring straight at him. For nigh on a minute the only sound was the ticking of the clock on the dressing table. Then she turned and was gone. They heard the front door slam behind her.
  Foreign Secretaries are not supposed to panic, but this one did. His hands were shaking as he pulled on his trousers. "Oh, Christ, Maureen, maybe she's gone for the police."
  Newsome was out of the house within minutes. He glanced to right and left but there was no sign of Mrs Jackson. Then he practically ran all the way to Hampstead Underground station.
  For days afterwards he held his breath and waited for the storm to burst. But life went on. Maybe Mrs Jackson hadn't recognised him? A moment's thought told him this was inconceivable; his photograph had been everywhere since the Arab loan triumph. Yet there was not a whisper in the newspapers. Nothing from DI5 or the Special Branch. His secret seemed safe.
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conversations.value: Delete the first sentence.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: It was the first time he had ever been home with her. They were in bed within half an hour. Their love-making was just reaching fever-pitch when Maureen suddenly went rigid. He looked up and found himself looking Mrs Jackson straight in the eye at five paces.
  She never said a word. Just stood there staring straight at him. For nigh on a minute the only sound was the ticking of the clock on the dressing table. Then she turned and was gone. They heard the front door slam behind her.
  Foreign Secretaries are not supposed to panic, but this one did. His hands were shaking as he pulled on his trousers. "Oh, Christ, Maureen, maybe she's gone for the police."
  Newsome was out of the house within minutes. He glanced to right and left but there was no sign of Mrs Jackson. Then he practically ran all the way to Hampstead Underground station.
  For days afterwards he held his breath and waited for the storm to burst. But life went on. Maybe Mrs Jackson hadn't recognised him? A moment's thought told him this was inconceivable; his photograph had been everywhere since the Arab loan triumph. Yet there was not a whisper in the newspapers. Nothing from DI5 or the Special Branch. His secret seemed safe.
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conversations.value: Give me the last three paragraphs.
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conversations.value: When Perkins did return to the House of Commons he seemed a broken man. He wandered the lobbies and the tea rooms and sat on the occasional committee, but he contributed little. He remained popular with his constituents in Sheffield, however, and the City Council put a little plaque on the council house where he and his mother had lived.
  When the New Year's honours were announced, Reg Smith of the United Power Workers became Lord Smith of Virginia Water. Sir George Fison also received a peerage. "For services in the cause of truth and freedom," the citation said. Jonathan Alford was knighted and is widely tipped as a future BBC Director General. There was one surprise buried deep in the honours list: a CBE for David Booth, a young civil servant in the Foreign Exchange Department of the Treasury. No one – least of all Booth himself – seemed to know why he had been honoured.
  After the Windermere disaster Molly Spence's husband, Michael, lost his job with British Insulated. He now works in Saudi Arabia. Molly and the children live with her parents in Sheffield. When she realised what had happened, she wrote Perkins a long letter explaining that it was all a terrible accident, that she had never meant to harm him, and begging him to forgive her. There is no reason to suppose Perkins ever received the letter. Anyway, he did not reply.
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conversations.value: Reverse the sentences.
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conversations.value: Anyway, he did not reply.. There is no reason to suppose Perkins ever received the letter. When she realised what had happened, she wrote Perkins a long letter explaining that it was all a terrible accident, that she had never meant to harm him, and begging him to forgive her. Molly and the children live with her parents in Sheffield. He now works in Saudi Arabia.
  After the Windermere disaster Molly Spence's husband, Michael, lost his job with British Insulated. No one – least of all Booth himself – seemed to know why he had been honoured. There was one surprise buried deep in the honours list: a CBE for David Booth, a young civil servant in the Foreign Exchange Department of the Treasury. Jonathan Alford was knighted and is widely tipped as a future BBC Director General. "For services in the cause of truth and freedom," the citation said. Sir George Fison also received a peerage.
  When the New Year's honours were announced, Reg Smith of the United Power Workers became Lord Smith of Virginia Water. He remained popular with his constituents in Sheffield, however, and the City Council put a little plaque on the council house where he and his mother had lived. He wandered the lobbies and the tea rooms and sat on the occasional committee, but he contributed little.When Perkins did return to the House of Commons he seemed a broken man