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72 | Katherine-Center-Hello-Stranger.txt | 30 | What if—and this possibility was only now truly dawning on me as I sat there—without his professional attire and outside the clinic environment, I genuinely couldn't distinguish him from anyone else? It was highly plausible. How utterly embarrassing would that be? I recalled the woman on Facebook who'd labeled her pros... | 0 | rewrite_output:
What if—and this possibility was only now truly dawning on me as I sat there—without his professional attire and outside the clinic environment, I genuinely couldn't distinguish him from anyone else? It was highly plausible. How utterly embarrassing would that be? I recalled the woman on Facebook who'd ... | if—and this likelihood was really only occurring to me now, as I sat there—without his lab coat on and out of the context of the clinic, I truly couldn’t tell him apart from anyone else? It was more than possible. How mortifying would that be? I thought about the woman on Facebook who’d called her face blindness “a sup... |
5 | Anne of Green Gables.txt | 90 | that year, she had received an offer for a teaching position in her hometown's elementary school and intended to accept it. The Queen's class listened with bated breath, awaiting her response. "Yes, I believe I will," Miss Stacy affirmed. "I considered taking another school, but I've decided to return to Avonlea. To be... | 1 | rewrite_output:
that year, she had received an offer for a teaching position in her hometown's elementary school and intended to accept it. The Queen's class listened with bated breath, awaiting her response. "Yes, I believe I will," Miss Stacy affirmed. "I considered taking another school, but I've decided to return t... | year-that she had been offered a position in the grade school of her own home district and meant to accept. The Queen's class listened in breathless suspense for her answer. "Yes, I think I will," said Miss Stacy. "I thought of taking another school, but I have decided to come back to Avonlea. To tell the truth, I've g... |
32 | The Adventures of Tom Sawyer.txt | 65 | The genuine enthusiasm was somewhat absent, as the unfortunate individual sensed a hidden secret that might not withstand scrutiny, perhaps. It seemed utterly absurd that this young lad possessed two thousand units of Scriptural wisdom on his premises; even a dozen would surely exceed his capability. Amy Lawrence felt ... | 1 | rewrite_output:
The genuine enthusiasm was somewhat absent, as the unfortunate individual sensed a hidden secret that might not withstand scrutiny, perhaps. It seemed utterly absurd that this young lad possessed two thousand units of Scriptural wisdom on his premises; even a dozen would surely exceed his capability. Am... | lacked somewhat of the true gush, for the poor fellow's instinct taught him that there was a mystery here that could not well bear the light, perhaps; it was simply preposterous that this boy had warehoused two thousand sheaves of Scriptural wisdom on his premises -- a dozen would strain his capacity, without a doubt. ... |
94 | Titanium-Noir.txt | 98 | Don't expect it. Occasionally, Stefan ventures into the streets and selects an individual who captures his attention. This has occurred only three times, to my knowledge. A probability of one in eight billion over a lifetime. Given humanity's superstitious nature when confronted with their anxieties—and there's ample r... | 0 | rewrite_output:
Don't expect it. Occasionally, Stefan ventures into the streets and selects an individual who captures his attention. This has occurred only three times, to my knowledge. A probability of one in eight billion over a lifetime. Given humanity's superstitious nature when confronted with their anxieties—and... | don’t count on it. Or sometimes, just sometimes, Stefan will walk out in the street and pick someone who catches his eye. Three times ever, that I know of. One chance in eight billion during the course of a human lifespan. And because people are superstitious in the face of what they fear—and there’s plenty to fear for... |
16 | Great Expectations.txt | 37 | "I intend to invite you for a stroll." I was on the verge of declining, feeling I would be poor company at that moment, but Wemmick spoke first. "I am aware of your commitments," he stated, "and I know you're not feeling well, Mr. Pip. However, if you would do me this favor, I would consider it a great kindness. It's n... | 1 | rewrite_output:
"I intend to invite you for a stroll." I was on the verge of declining, feeling I would be poor company at that moment, but Wemmick spoke first. "I am aware of your commitments," he stated, "and I know you're not feeling well, Mr. Pip. However, if you would do me this favor, I would consider it a great ... | going to ask you to take a walk with me." I was about to excuse myself, as being but a bad companion just than, when Wemmick anticipated me. "I know your engagements," said he, "and I know you are out of sorts, Mr. Pip. But if you could oblige me, I should take it as a kindness. It ain't a long walk, and it's an early ... |
75 | Lisa-See-Lady-Tan_s-Circle-of-Women.txt | 42 | She struggled to free herself, but her small stature and weakened state from her ordeal rendered her incapable. From outside the room, cries of distress pierced the air—the shrill sounds of the eunuchs easily distinguishable from those of the midwives and wet nurses. Meiling's legs gave way, and she sagged into the gua... | 0 | rewrite_output:She struggled to free herself, but her small stature and weakened state from her ordeal rendered her incapable. From outside the room, cries of distress pierced the air—the shrill sounds of the eunuchs easily distinguishable from those of the midwives and wet nurses. Meiling's legs gave way, and she sagg... | to free herself, but she’s small in stature and weak from all she’s been through. From outside the room come cries of distress—the shrill tones from the eunuchs easily distinguishable from those of the midwives and wet nurses. Meiling’s legs give out, and she sags in the guards’ arms. The burlier of the two men motions... |
15 | Frankenstein.txt | 47 | The island's residents, a group of five individuals, displayed emaciated and bony figures, clear signs of their meager diet. Delicacies such as vegetables and bread, when they could afford them, along with fresh water, had to be sourced from the mainland, approximately five miles away. The entire island possessed only ... | 1 | rewrite_output: The island's residents, a group of five individuals, displayed emaciated and bony figures, clear signs of their meager diet. Delicacies such as vegetables and bread, when they could afford them, along with fresh water, had to be sourced from the mainland, approximately five miles away. The entire island... | inhabitants, which consisted of five persons, whose gaunt and scraggy limbs gave tokens of their miserable fare. Vegetables and bread, when they indulged in such luxuries, and even fresh water, was to be procured from the mainland, which was about five miles distant. On the whole island there were but three miserable h... |
78 | Pineapple Street.txt | 5 | residence. I discovered that another individual deeply yearned for his significant other, truly, profoundly, and affirmed he was not involved with anyone else, that he cherished her, wondering why she acted that way, urging her to cease such behavior, asking if she realized his longing. Life bestows upon us so few extr... | 0 | rewrite_output:
residence. I discovered that another individual deeply yearned for his significant other, truly, profoundly, and affirmed he was not involved with anyone else, that he cherished her, wondering why she acted that way, urging her to cease such behavior, asking if she realized his longing. Life bestows upo... | house. I learned that someone else missed his girlfriend, no, really missed her, really, and no, he wasn’t seeing anyone else, he loved her, why was she being like that, stop being like that, didn’t she know he missed her? We’re granted so few superpowers in life. This was one of mine. I could walk the halls knowing th... |
24 | Of Human Bondage.txt | 6 | The room featured two large armchairs, a Turkish rug covering the floor, and walls adorned with illustrations of sports. Mr. Carter, seated at his desk, rose to greet Philip with a handshake. He wore a lengthy frock coat. Resembling a military figure, his mustache was waxed, his short, 'nut'-colored gray hair was neatl... | 1 | rewrite_output:
The room featured two large armchairs, a Turkish rug covering the floor, and walls adorned with illustrations of sports. Mr. Carter, seated at his desk, rose to greet Philip with a handshake. He wore a lengthy frock coat. Resembling a military figure, his mustache was waxed, his short, 'nut'-colored gra... | in it, and a couple of big arm-chairs; a Turkey carpet adorned the floor, and the walls were decorated with sporting prints. Mr. Carter was sitting at the desk and got up to shake hands with Philip. He was dressed in a long frock coat. He looked like a military man; his moustache was waxed, his gray hair was short and ... |
92 | The-Scorched-Throne-1-Sara-Hashe.txt | 67 | before him, yet the mortal injury eluded their sight. “Should Sylvia endure, she will come back,” he informed Wes. His devoted protector's eyes broadened. “My Lord, you surely don't intend to release her. You've pursued her since—” Arin steered his steed towards the Ivory Palace and cracked the reins. CHAPTER TWENTY-FO... | 0 | rewrite_output:before him, yet the mortal injury eluded their sight. “Should Sylvia endure, she will come back,” he informed Wes. His devoted protector's eyes broadened. “My Lord, you surely don't intend to release her. You've pursued her since—” Arin steered his steed towards the Ivory Palace and cracked the reins. CH... | in front of him, and the fatal wound wasn’t the one either of them could see. “If Sylvia survives, she will return,” he told Wes. His loyal guard’s eyes widened. “Sire, you cannot mean to let her go. You have chased her since—” Arin turned his horse toward the Ivory Palace and snapped the reins. CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR I s... |
70 | Kalynn-Bayron-Youre-Not-Supposed.txt | 64 | It's how we operate. We lack a marketing budget and don't rely on commercials or billboards; our sole promotion comes from word-of-mouth. We must amplify the terror to its maximum so guests rush home, eager to recount their harrowing experiences to friends. This strategy draws people back night after night, driven by w... | 0 | rewrite_output:
It's how we operate. We lack a marketing budget and don't rely on commercials or billboards; our sole promotion comes from word-of-mouth. We must amplify the terror to its maximum so guests rush home, eager to recount their harrowing experiences to friends. This strategy draws people back night after ni... | does. We don’t have a marketing budget. We don’t have commercials or billboards—we have word of mouth and that’s it. We have to dial the fear up to ten so the guests can run home and tell all their friends how scared they were. That’s what keeps people, with what I’m convinced is some kind of masochistic streak, coming... |
60 | Divine Rivals.txt | 18 | Having left the main entrance unlatched for her mother, she carried a taper into her chamber, where she was startled to discover a sheet of paper on her floor. Her enigmatic correspondent had written once more, even though she had not yet replied to their epistle filled with ancient tales. She started to ponder if they... | 0 | rewrite_output:
Having left the main entrance unlatched for her mother, she carried a taper into her chamber, where she was startled to discover a sheet of paper on her floor. Her enigmatic correspondent had written once more, even though she had not yet replied to their epistle filled with ancient tales. She started t... | left the front door unlocked for her mother and carried a candle into her room, where she was surprised to find a piece of paper lying on her floor. Her mysterious pen pal had written again, even though she had yet to respond to their myth-filled letter. She was beginning to wonder if they were from another time. Perha... |
37 | The Hunger Games.txt | 58 | Yet, I observe they neglect to mention the part where I adorned her with flowers. Correct. Because even that suggests defiance. Circumstances improve for me once the announcement allows two tributes from the same district to survive, and I call out Peeta’s name, then quickly cover my mouth with my hands. If I appeared ... | 1 | rewrite_output:
Yet, I observe they neglect to mention the part where I adorned her with flowers. Correct. Because even that suggests defiance. Circumstances improve for me once the announcement allows two tributes from the same district to survive, and I call out Peeta’s name, then quickly cover my mouth with my hands... | But I do notice they omit the part where I covered her in flowers. Right. Because even that smacks of rebellion. Things pick up for me once they’ve announced two tributes from the same district can live and I shout out Peeta’s name and then clap my hands over my mouth. If I’ve seemed indiffe- rent to him earlier, I mak... |
93 | The-Silver-Ladies-Do-Lunch.txt | 47 | enquire of him. Everyone else was currently exclaiming over art, and she and the stranger exchanged knowing smiles. ‘Lowry is my favorite artist. His paintings’ political impact truly resonates with me.’ The political science professor finished her soup. ‘But then, I hail from Manchester.’ ‘I may not be from New York, ... | 0 | rewrite_output:
enquire of him. Everyone else was currently exclaiming over art, and she and the stranger exchanged knowing smiles. ‘Lowry is my favorite artist. His paintings’ political impact truly resonates with me.’ The political science professor finished her soup. ‘But then, I hail from Manchester.’ ‘I may not be... | ask him. At the moment, everyone else was gushing about art and she and the stranger smiled knowingly. ‘My favourite artist is Lowry. I love the political impact of his paintings.’ The politics lecturer finished her soup. ‘But then I’m from Manchester.’ ‘I’m not from New York, but if you want a political artist, then B... |
12 | Fahrenheit 451.txt | 18 | The brass pole, to their dismay, propelled them into gloom, into the explosive exhalation and powerful draw of the awakened, roaring, gassy beast! "Hey!" They sped around a bend amidst thunderous noise and sirens, with the impact of tires, the shriek of rubber, and the shifting mass of kerosene in the gleaming brass ta... | 1 | rewrite_output:
The brass pole, to their dismay, propelled them into gloom, into the explosive exhalation and powerful draw of the awakened, roaring, gassy beast! "Hey!" They sped around a bend amidst thunderous noise and sirens, with the impact of tires, the shriek of rubber, and the shifting mass of kerosene in the g... | the brass pole, to their dismay slid them down into darkness, into the blast and cough and suction of the gaseous dragon roaring to life! "Hey !" They rounded a corner in thunder and siren, with concussion of tyres, with scream of rubber, with a shift of kerosene bulk in the glittery brass tank, like the food in the st... |
44 | Their Eyes Were Watching God.txt | 61 | Women tend to have fantasies, and her vulnerable manner made men dream. “Tea Cake, you are certainly a fortunate man,” Sop-de-Bottom told him. “One can see every spot where you struck her. I bet she never even lifted a hand to hit you back, either. Their Eyes Were Watching God 173 Consider some of these tough, older bl... | 1 | rewrite_output:
Women tend to have fantasies, and her vulnerable manner made men dream. “Tea Cake, you are certainly a fortunate man,” Sop-de-Bottom told him. “One can see every spot where you struck her. I bet she never even lifted a hand to hit you back, either. Their Eyes Were Watching God 173 Consider some of these... | women see visions and the helpless way she hung on him made men dream dreams. “Tea Cake, you sho is a lucky man,” Sop-de-Bottom told him. “Uh person can see every place you hit her. Ah Their Eyes Were Watching God 173 bet she never raised her hand tuh hit yuh back, neither. Take some uh dese ol’ rusty black women and d... |
57 | Cold People.txt | 52 | Having forged his career from humble beginnings, the offspring of a street food vendor, he had independently navigated his way to Antarctica aboard a friend's cargo vessel, persisting through a blend of good fortune and inventiveness. Despite the continent's severe restrictions on food provisions, Chang-Rae refused to ... | 0 | rewrite_output:
Having forged his career from humble beginnings, the offspring of a street food vendor, he had independently navigated his way to Antarctica aboard a friend's cargo vessel, persisting through a blend of good fortune and inventiveness. Despite the continent's severe restrictions on food provisions, Chang... | who’d built his career from modest beginnings, the son of a street food vendor, he’d made his own way to Antarctica on a friend’s shipping vessel, surviving by a combination of good fortune and ingenuity. Despite the extreme constraints of the continent in terms of food sources, Chang-Rae refused to surrender to these ... |
62 | Fiona-Davis-The-Spectacular.txt | 62 | as a performer, yet the worst occurred. I haven't set foot in that elegant, grand theater since. “That event was ages ago. I prefer not to discuss it. Nor even recall it.” “Oh.” Her gaze shifted to the sill, where several silver-framed family pictures rested. “Certainly.” She hesitated. “I simply must inform Ms. Burris... | 0 | rewrite_output:
as a performer, yet the worst occurred. I haven't set foot in that elegant, grand theater since. “That event was ages ago. I prefer not to discuss it. Nor even recall it.” “Oh.” Her gaze shifted to the sill, where several silver-framed family pictures rested. “Certainly.” She hesitated. “I simply must i... | as a dancer, yet the worst happened. I haven’t been in that theater, that beautiful, majestic space, since. “That was long ago. I don’t wish to talk about it. Or think about it.” “Oh.” Her eyes flit to the windowsill, where several family photos sit in silver frames. “Of course.” She pauses. “I just need to call and le... |
84 | Silvia-Moreno-Garcia-Silver-Nitr.txt | 43 | focusing too much on market goods, but what she'd observed were candles, powders, sprays, soaps, and incense, all bearing absurd labels guaranteeing wealth, affection, or luck. She hadn't encountered such a mix of feathers and nails before; it didn't resemble any of the charms Araceli would typically acquire. “Let's sp... | 0 | rewrite_output:
focusing too much on market goods, but what she'd observed were candles, powders, sprays, soaps, and incense, all bearing absurd labels guaranteeing wealth, affection, or luck. She hadn't encountered such a mix of feathers and nails before; it didn't resemble any of the charms Araceli would typically ac... | too much attention to the wares sold at the market, but what she had seen were candles, powders, sprays, soaps, and incense, all packaged with silly labels that promised money, love, or fortune. She had not come across an assortment of feathers and nails like this; it didn’t look like any of the amarres Araceli might b... |
38 | The Invisible Man- A Grotesque Romance.txt | 57 | Kemp, I'll eventually explain all the intricate procedures. There's no need to delve into them now. Largely, apart from certain details I chose to retain, they're encoded in those texts the vagrant concealed. We must pursue him. We must retrieve those volumes. However, the crucial step involved positioning the transpar... | 1 | rewrite_output:
"Kemp, I'll eventually explain all the intricate procedures. There's no need to delve into them now. Largely, apart from certain details I chose to retain, they're encoded in those texts the vagrant concealed. We must pursue him. We must retrieve those volumes. However, the crucial step involved positio... | tell you, Kemp, sooner or later, all the complicated processes. We need not go into that now. For the most part, saving certain gaps I chose to remember, they are written in cypher in those books that tramp has hidden. We must hunt him down. We must get those books again. But the essential phase was to place the transp... |
80 | Rachel-Lynn-Solomon-Business-or-Pleasure.txt | 14 | sun. Once I collected myself, I realized I could again halt this discussion. I could let the matter drop. Yet, I committed a careless, grave error, akin to a direct hit to my vulnerability. “Astonishing,” I echoed. “Did that truly astound you?” Finn furrowed his brows, puzzled. “It didn’t astound you?” “We ought to cea... | 0 | rewrite_output:
sun. Once I collected myself, I realized I could again halt this discussion. I could let the matter drop. Yet, I committed a careless, grave error, akin to a direct hit to my vulnerability. “Astonishing,” I echoed. “Did that truly astound you?” Finn furrowed his brows, puzzled. “It didn’t astound you?” ... | sun. When I finally regain my composure, it occurs to me that I have a chance to shut this conversation down again. Let it all go. Instead, I make a thoughtless, fatal mistake. A silver bullet straight to my jugular. “Mind-blowing,” I repeat. “That really blew your mind?” Finn’s eyebrows push together in confusion. “It... |
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