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conversations.value: What is the first four paragraphs for a book with the title 'The Serpent's Shadow'?
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conversations.value: The Serpent's Shadow
  Now the policeman chuckled, and there was sympathy in his voice. "I must agree with you, miss. If it wasn't for high-spirited young men, there wouldn't be no need for a quarter of the men on the Force."
  She sighed. "I can't think what to suggest to you. I suppose there's no chance he could have come over ill and be safely in bed at a friend's flat?"
  The detective unbent just the slightest. "I believe you're correct, miss. Which is to say that the things as was said about you by Mister Parkening follow that line of reasoning, and may I say are not in keeping with the opinions of most other people. Mister Parkening seems to have had a what-you-call—a prejudice where you were concerned. Didn't seem likely that anything he spouted was true, but we have to check everything out, if you take my meaning, most especially since it was you that found him after his fit, and not some other doctor."
  He took the cab that had been waiting for him; she walked as far as a 'bus stop, where she caught a horse-drawn conveyance and ascended to the open top where she stood a chance of getting some moving air. The sun was setting; the sky overhead brassy and unrelenting.
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conversations.value: What is three more paragraphs?
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conversations.value: The sight of one of them, a girl in shabby satins, triggered another brainstorm. He knew her only from Maya's description, but he had no doubt who she was, and he grabbed her by the elbow. She rounded on him, fist pulled back and clenched to strike, eyes red, hair disheveled, and face streaked with dirt and tears. "But—"
  Peter put Charan on his other shoulder, and went to Maya's side, heart in mouth. There were no outward signs of life, not even the rise and fall of Maya's chest to show that she breathed. But when he took up her hand and felt her wrist, there was a faint pulse—and over her hung an invisible pall that only he could see, a nasty, clinging yellow-gray fog that made him sick when it brushed against him.
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conversations.value: Add another sentence about Norrey's, stopped, warred.
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conversations.value: The sight of one of them, a girl in shabby satins, triggered another brainstorm. He knew her only from Maya's description, but he had no doubt who she was, and he grabbed her by the elbow. She rounded on him, fist pulled back and clenched to strike, eyes red, hair disheveled, and face streaked with dirt and tears. 
  Norrey's tears stopped as if they had been shut off, and her expression warred between doubt and hope. "But—"
  Peter put Charan on his other shoulder, and went to Maya's side, heart in mouth. There were no outward signs of life, not even the rise and fall of Maya's chest to show that she breathed. But when he took up her hand and felt her wrist, there was a faint pulse—and over her hung an invisible pall that only he could see, a nasty, clinging yellow-gray fog that made him sick when it brushed against him.
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conversations.value: What is the last four paragraphs?
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conversations.value: Elizabeth came down to join them in a much shorter time than Marina would have thought, and the plain woolen skirt and shirtwaist she wore were nothing that would be out of place in the village on a weekday. Marina couldn't help a little pang of disappointment, but she tried not to show it.
  Then came a supper that was astonishingly different because of a new face and some new topics of conversation around the table. This time, though, Marina was included in the conversation as a full equal. There was no discussion; it just happened, as naturally as breathing.
  She shook her head. "No—after I cleaned out all of the mess that had been left from before we took the land, I haven't had any trouble."
  Elizabeth let our a long breath. "Yes, and I should be concentrating on—and trining our newest Mage to deal with—those existent enemies, shouldn't I? Well said, Thomas."