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7,154 | data/gutenberg/txt/Edward Stratemeyer___Dave Porter in the Far North.txt/CHAPTER VII_7055897999c68227ae74ec2646dbf85eb52769a6a79c07159ed6082 | data/gutenberg/txt/Edward Stratemeyer___Dave Porter in the Far North.txt/CHAPTER VII_7055897999c68227ae74ec2646dbf85eb52769a6a79c07159ed6082 | 3qecw5o0kh1xg2lutso5qw3ezgy5t2 | gutenberg | CHAPTER VII
HOW JOB HASKERS WENT SLEIGH-RIDING
On the instant the noise in Dormitory No. 12 came to an end. Shadow Hamilton dropped the chair and sat upon it and Luke Watson swung his banjo out of sight under a bedspread. Dave remained on one knee, picking up the books that had been scattered.
"You--you young rascals!" spluttered Job Haskers, when he could speak. "How dare you throw books at me?"
He glared around at the students, then strode into the dormitory and caught Dave by the shoulder.
"I say how dare you throw books at me?" he went on.
"I haven't thrown any books, Mr. Haskers," answered Dave, calmly.
"What!"
"I threw that book, Mr. Haskers," said Roger, promptly. "But I didn't throw it at you."
"Ahem! So it was you, Master Morr! Nice proceedings, I must say. Instead of going to bed you all cut up like wild Indians. This must be stopped. Every student in this room will report to me to-morrow after school. I will take down your names." The teacher drew out a notebook and began to write rapidly. "Who knocked over that stand?"
"I did," answered Shadow. "It was an--er--an accident."
"Who was making that awful noise dancing?"
"I was dancing," answered Sam. "But I don't think I made much noise."
"It is outrageous, this noise up here, and it must be stopped once and for all. Now go to bed, all of you, and not another sound, remember!" And with this warning, Job Haskers withdrew from the room, closing the door sharply after him. | 18 | Who was bent down cleaning up? | Dave | Dave remained on one knee, picking up the books that had been scattered. | 226 | 299 | false |
7,154 | data/gutenberg/txt/Edward Stratemeyer___Dave Porter in the Far North.txt/CHAPTER VII_7055897999c68227ae74ec2646dbf85eb52769a6a79c07159ed6082 | data/gutenberg/txt/Edward Stratemeyer___Dave Porter in the Far North.txt/CHAPTER VII_7055897999c68227ae74ec2646dbf85eb52769a6a79c07159ed6082 | 3qecw5o0kh1xg2lutso5qw3ezgy5t2 | gutenberg | CHAPTER VII
HOW JOB HASKERS WENT SLEIGH-RIDING
On the instant the noise in Dormitory No. 12 came to an end. Shadow Hamilton dropped the chair and sat upon it and Luke Watson swung his banjo out of sight under a bedspread. Dave remained on one knee, picking up the books that had been scattered.
"You--you young rascals!" spluttered Job Haskers, when he could speak. "How dare you throw books at me?"
He glared around at the students, then strode into the dormitory and caught Dave by the shoulder.
"I say how dare you throw books at me?" he went on.
"I haven't thrown any books, Mr. Haskers," answered Dave, calmly.
"What!"
"I threw that book, Mr. Haskers," said Roger, promptly. "But I didn't throw it at you."
"Ahem! So it was you, Master Morr! Nice proceedings, I must say. Instead of going to bed you all cut up like wild Indians. This must be stopped. Every student in this room will report to me to-morrow after school. I will take down your names." The teacher drew out a notebook and began to write rapidly. "Who knocked over that stand?"
"I did," answered Shadow. "It was an--er--an accident."
"Who was making that awful noise dancing?"
"I was dancing," answered Sam. "But I don't think I made much noise."
"It is outrageous, this noise up here, and it must be stopped once and for all. Now go to bed, all of you, and not another sound, remember!" And with this warning, Job Haskers withdrew from the room, closing the door sharply after him. | 19 | Who dropped a chair? | Shadow Hamilton | Shadow Hamilton dropped the chair | 111 | 146 | false |
7,154 | data/gutenberg/txt/Edward Stratemeyer___Dave Porter in the Far North.txt/CHAPTER VII_7055897999c68227ae74ec2646dbf85eb52769a6a79c07159ed6082 | data/gutenberg/txt/Edward Stratemeyer___Dave Porter in the Far North.txt/CHAPTER VII_7055897999c68227ae74ec2646dbf85eb52769a6a79c07159ed6082 | 3qecw5o0kh1xg2lutso5qw3ezgy5t2 | gutenberg | CHAPTER VII
HOW JOB HASKERS WENT SLEIGH-RIDING
On the instant the noise in Dormitory No. 12 came to an end. Shadow Hamilton dropped the chair and sat upon it and Luke Watson swung his banjo out of sight under a bedspread. Dave remained on one knee, picking up the books that had been scattered.
"You--you young rascals!" spluttered Job Haskers, when he could speak. "How dare you throw books at me?"
He glared around at the students, then strode into the dormitory and caught Dave by the shoulder.
"I say how dare you throw books at me?" he went on.
"I haven't thrown any books, Mr. Haskers," answered Dave, calmly.
"What!"
"I threw that book, Mr. Haskers," said Roger, promptly. "But I didn't throw it at you."
"Ahem! So it was you, Master Morr! Nice proceedings, I must say. Instead of going to bed you all cut up like wild Indians. This must be stopped. Every student in this room will report to me to-morrow after school. I will take down your names." The teacher drew out a notebook and began to write rapidly. "Who knocked over that stand?"
"I did," answered Shadow. "It was an--er--an accident."
"Who was making that awful noise dancing?"
"I was dancing," answered Sam. "But I don't think I made much noise."
"It is outrageous, this noise up here, and it must be stopped once and for all. Now go to bed, all of you, and not another sound, remember!" And with this warning, Job Haskers withdrew from the room, closing the door sharply after him. | 20 | And who was taken by the shoulder? | Dave | He glared around at the students, then strode into the dormitory and caught Dave by the shoulder.
| 408 | 507 | false |
7,155 | Cross-platform.txt | Cross-platform.txt | 3i02618ya06g9pi2dcnttyux9vwpur | wikipedia | In computing, cross-platform software (also multi-platform software or platform-independent software) is computer software that is implemented on multiple computing platforms. Cross-platform software may be divided into two types; one requires individual building or compilation for each platform that it supports, and the other one can be directly run on any platform without special preparation, e.g., software written in an interpreted language or pre-compiled portable bytecode for which the interpreters or run-time packages are common or standard components of all platforms.
For example, a cross-platform application may run on Microsoft Windows on the x86 architecture, Linux on the x86 architecture and macOS on either the PowerPC or x86-based Apple Macintosh systems. Cross-platform programs may run on as many as all existing platforms, or on as few as two platforms. Cross-platform frameworks (such as Qt, Xamarin, Phonegap, or Ionic) exist to aid cross-platform development.
"Platform" can refer to the type of processor (CPU) or other hardware on which a given operating system or application runs, the type of operating system on a computer or the combination of the type of hardware and the type of operating system running on it. An example of a common platform is Microsoft Windows running on the x86 architecture. Other well-known desktop computer platforms include Linux/Unix and macOS - both of which are themselves cross-platform. There are, however, many devices such as smartphones that are also effectively computer platforms but less commonly thought about in that way. Application software can be written to depend on the features of a particular platform—either the hardware, operating system, or virtual machine it runs on. The Java platform is a virtual machine platform which runs on many operating systems and hardware types, and is a common platform for software to be written for. | 1 | Is processor type related to the term platform? | unknown | unknown | -1 | -1 | false |
7,155 | Cross-platform.txt | Cross-platform.txt | 3i02618ya06g9pi2dcnttyux9vwpur | wikipedia | In computing, cross-platform software (also multi-platform software or platform-independent software) is computer software that is implemented on multiple computing platforms. Cross-platform software may be divided into two types; one requires individual building or compilation for each platform that it supports, and the other one can be directly run on any platform without special preparation, e.g., software written in an interpreted language or pre-compiled portable bytecode for which the interpreters or run-time packages are common or standard components of all platforms.
For example, a cross-platform application may run on Microsoft Windows on the x86 architecture, Linux on the x86 architecture and macOS on either the PowerPC or x86-based Apple Macintosh systems. Cross-platform programs may run on as many as all existing platforms, or on as few as two platforms. Cross-platform frameworks (such as Qt, Xamarin, Phonegap, or Ionic) exist to aid cross-platform development.
"Platform" can refer to the type of processor (CPU) or other hardware on which a given operating system or application runs, the type of operating system on a computer or the combination of the type of hardware and the type of operating system running on it. An example of a common platform is Microsoft Windows running on the x86 architecture. Other well-known desktop computer platforms include Linux/Unix and macOS - both of which are themselves cross-platform. There are, however, many devices such as smartphones that are also effectively computer platforms but less commonly thought about in that way. Application software can be written to depend on the features of a particular platform—either the hardware, operating system, or virtual machine it runs on. The Java platform is a virtual machine platform which runs on many operating systems and hardware types, and is a common platform for software to be written for. | 2 | What acronym is widely used for processor type? | CPU | type of processor (CPU) | 1,019 | 1,043 | false |
7,155 | Cross-platform.txt | Cross-platform.txt | 3i02618ya06g9pi2dcnttyux9vwpur | wikipedia | In computing, cross-platform software (also multi-platform software or platform-independent software) is computer software that is implemented on multiple computing platforms. Cross-platform software may be divided into two types; one requires individual building or compilation for each platform that it supports, and the other one can be directly run on any platform without special preparation, e.g., software written in an interpreted language or pre-compiled portable bytecode for which the interpreters or run-time packages are common or standard components of all platforms.
For example, a cross-platform application may run on Microsoft Windows on the x86 architecture, Linux on the x86 architecture and macOS on either the PowerPC or x86-based Apple Macintosh systems. Cross-platform programs may run on as many as all existing platforms, or on as few as two platforms. Cross-platform frameworks (such as Qt, Xamarin, Phonegap, or Ionic) exist to aid cross-platform development.
"Platform" can refer to the type of processor (CPU) or other hardware on which a given operating system or application runs, the type of operating system on a computer or the combination of the type of hardware and the type of operating system running on it. An example of a common platform is Microsoft Windows running on the x86 architecture. Other well-known desktop computer platforms include Linux/Unix and macOS - both of which are themselves cross-platform. There are, however, many devices such as smartphones that are also effectively computer platforms but less commonly thought about in that way. Application software can be written to depend on the features of a particular platform—either the hardware, operating system, or virtual machine it runs on. The Java platform is a virtual machine platform which runs on many operating systems and hardware types, and is a common platform for software to be written for. | 3 | Would two different operating systems be said to have different platforms? | No? | For example, a cross-platform application may run on Microsoft Windows on the x86 architecture, Linux on the x86 architecture and macOS on either the PowerPC | 584 | 741 | false |
7,155 | Cross-platform.txt | Cross-platform.txt | 3i02618ya06g9pi2dcnttyux9vwpur | wikipedia | In computing, cross-platform software (also multi-platform software or platform-independent software) is computer software that is implemented on multiple computing platforms. Cross-platform software may be divided into two types; one requires individual building or compilation for each platform that it supports, and the other one can be directly run on any platform without special preparation, e.g., software written in an interpreted language or pre-compiled portable bytecode for which the interpreters or run-time packages are common or standard components of all platforms.
For example, a cross-platform application may run on Microsoft Windows on the x86 architecture, Linux on the x86 architecture and macOS on either the PowerPC or x86-based Apple Macintosh systems. Cross-platform programs may run on as many as all existing platforms, or on as few as two platforms. Cross-platform frameworks (such as Qt, Xamarin, Phonegap, or Ionic) exist to aid cross-platform development.
"Platform" can refer to the type of processor (CPU) or other hardware on which a given operating system or application runs, the type of operating system on a computer or the combination of the type of hardware and the type of operating system running on it. An example of a common platform is Microsoft Windows running on the x86 architecture. Other well-known desktop computer platforms include Linux/Unix and macOS - both of which are themselves cross-platform. There are, however, many devices such as smartphones that are also effectively computer platforms but less commonly thought about in that way. Application software can be written to depend on the features of a particular platform—either the hardware, operating system, or virtual machine it runs on. The Java platform is a virtual machine platform which runs on many operating systems and hardware types, and is a common platform for software to be written for. | 4 | What is an example of a desktop platform? | Linux/Unix | Other well-known desktop computer platforms include Linux/Unix | 1,337 | 1,400 | false |
7,155 | Cross-platform.txt | Cross-platform.txt | 3i02618ya06g9pi2dcnttyux9vwpur | wikipedia | In computing, cross-platform software (also multi-platform software or platform-independent software) is computer software that is implemented on multiple computing platforms. Cross-platform software may be divided into two types; one requires individual building or compilation for each platform that it supports, and the other one can be directly run on any platform without special preparation, e.g., software written in an interpreted language or pre-compiled portable bytecode for which the interpreters or run-time packages are common or standard components of all platforms.
For example, a cross-platform application may run on Microsoft Windows on the x86 architecture, Linux on the x86 architecture and macOS on either the PowerPC or x86-based Apple Macintosh systems. Cross-platform programs may run on as many as all existing platforms, or on as few as two platforms. Cross-platform frameworks (such as Qt, Xamarin, Phonegap, or Ionic) exist to aid cross-platform development.
"Platform" can refer to the type of processor (CPU) or other hardware on which a given operating system or application runs, the type of operating system on a computer or the combination of the type of hardware and the type of operating system running on it. An example of a common platform is Microsoft Windows running on the x86 architecture. Other well-known desktop computer platforms include Linux/Unix and macOS - both of which are themselves cross-platform. There are, however, many devices such as smartphones that are also effectively computer platforms but less commonly thought about in that way. Application software can be written to depend on the features of a particular platform—either the hardware, operating system, or virtual machine it runs on. The Java platform is a virtual machine platform which runs on many operating systems and hardware types, and is a common platform for software to be written for. | 5 | What about macOS? | Yes | and macOS | 1,400 | 1,410 | false |
7,155 | Cross-platform.txt | Cross-platform.txt | 3i02618ya06g9pi2dcnttyux9vwpur | wikipedia | In computing, cross-platform software (also multi-platform software or platform-independent software) is computer software that is implemented on multiple computing platforms. Cross-platform software may be divided into two types; one requires individual building or compilation for each platform that it supports, and the other one can be directly run on any platform without special preparation, e.g., software written in an interpreted language or pre-compiled portable bytecode for which the interpreters or run-time packages are common or standard components of all platforms.
For example, a cross-platform application may run on Microsoft Windows on the x86 architecture, Linux on the x86 architecture and macOS on either the PowerPC or x86-based Apple Macintosh systems. Cross-platform programs may run on as many as all existing platforms, or on as few as two platforms. Cross-platform frameworks (such as Qt, Xamarin, Phonegap, or Ionic) exist to aid cross-platform development.
"Platform" can refer to the type of processor (CPU) or other hardware on which a given operating system or application runs, the type of operating system on a computer or the combination of the type of hardware and the type of operating system running on it. An example of a common platform is Microsoft Windows running on the x86 architecture. Other well-known desktop computer platforms include Linux/Unix and macOS - both of which are themselves cross-platform. There are, however, many devices such as smartphones that are also effectively computer platforms but less commonly thought about in that way. Application software can be written to depend on the features of a particular platform—either the hardware, operating system, or virtual machine it runs on. The Java platform is a virtual machine platform which runs on many operating systems and hardware types, and is a common platform for software to be written for. | 6 | Name one more. | Microsoft Windows | common platform is Microsoft Windows | 1,267 | 1,303 | false |
7,155 | Cross-platform.txt | Cross-platform.txt | 3i02618ya06g9pi2dcnttyux9vwpur | wikipedia | In computing, cross-platform software (also multi-platform software or platform-independent software) is computer software that is implemented on multiple computing platforms. Cross-platform software may be divided into two types; one requires individual building or compilation for each platform that it supports, and the other one can be directly run on any platform without special preparation, e.g., software written in an interpreted language or pre-compiled portable bytecode for which the interpreters or run-time packages are common or standard components of all platforms.
For example, a cross-platform application may run on Microsoft Windows on the x86 architecture, Linux on the x86 architecture and macOS on either the PowerPC or x86-based Apple Macintosh systems. Cross-platform programs may run on as many as all existing platforms, or on as few as two platforms. Cross-platform frameworks (such as Qt, Xamarin, Phonegap, or Ionic) exist to aid cross-platform development.
"Platform" can refer to the type of processor (CPU) or other hardware on which a given operating system or application runs, the type of operating system on a computer or the combination of the type of hardware and the type of operating system running on it. An example of a common platform is Microsoft Windows running on the x86 architecture. Other well-known desktop computer platforms include Linux/Unix and macOS - both of which are themselves cross-platform. There are, however, many devices such as smartphones that are also effectively computer platforms but less commonly thought about in that way. Application software can be written to depend on the features of a particular platform—either the hardware, operating system, or virtual machine it runs on. The Java platform is a virtual machine platform which runs on many operating systems and hardware types, and is a common platform for software to be written for. | 7 | Could smartphones be described as having platforms? | Yes | many devices such as smartphones that are also effectively computer platforms | 1,476 | 1,554 | false |
7,155 | Cross-platform.txt | Cross-platform.txt | 3i02618ya06g9pi2dcnttyux9vwpur | wikipedia | In computing, cross-platform software (also multi-platform software or platform-independent software) is computer software that is implemented on multiple computing platforms. Cross-platform software may be divided into two types; one requires individual building or compilation for each platform that it supports, and the other one can be directly run on any platform without special preparation, e.g., software written in an interpreted language or pre-compiled portable bytecode for which the interpreters or run-time packages are common or standard components of all platforms.
For example, a cross-platform application may run on Microsoft Windows on the x86 architecture, Linux on the x86 architecture and macOS on either the PowerPC or x86-based Apple Macintosh systems. Cross-platform programs may run on as many as all existing platforms, or on as few as two platforms. Cross-platform frameworks (such as Qt, Xamarin, Phonegap, or Ionic) exist to aid cross-platform development.
"Platform" can refer to the type of processor (CPU) or other hardware on which a given operating system or application runs, the type of operating system on a computer or the combination of the type of hardware and the type of operating system running on it. An example of a common platform is Microsoft Windows running on the x86 architecture. Other well-known desktop computer platforms include Linux/Unix and macOS - both of which are themselves cross-platform. There are, however, many devices such as smartphones that are also effectively computer platforms but less commonly thought about in that way. Application software can be written to depend on the features of a particular platform—either the hardware, operating system, or virtual machine it runs on. The Java platform is a virtual machine platform which runs on many operating systems and hardware types, and is a common platform for software to be written for. | 8 | What type of software is dependent on the smartphone platform? | Application software | Application software can be written to depend on the features of a particular platform | 1,599 | 1,686 | false |
7,155 | Cross-platform.txt | Cross-platform.txt | 3i02618ya06g9pi2dcnttyux9vwpur | wikipedia | In computing, cross-platform software (also multi-platform software or platform-independent software) is computer software that is implemented on multiple computing platforms. Cross-platform software may be divided into two types; one requires individual building or compilation for each platform that it supports, and the other one can be directly run on any platform without special preparation, e.g., software written in an interpreted language or pre-compiled portable bytecode for which the interpreters or run-time packages are common or standard components of all platforms.
For example, a cross-platform application may run on Microsoft Windows on the x86 architecture, Linux on the x86 architecture and macOS on either the PowerPC or x86-based Apple Macintosh systems. Cross-platform programs may run on as many as all existing platforms, or on as few as two platforms. Cross-platform frameworks (such as Qt, Xamarin, Phonegap, or Ionic) exist to aid cross-platform development.
"Platform" can refer to the type of processor (CPU) or other hardware on which a given operating system or application runs, the type of operating system on a computer or the combination of the type of hardware and the type of operating system running on it. An example of a common platform is Microsoft Windows running on the x86 architecture. Other well-known desktop computer platforms include Linux/Unix and macOS - both of which are themselves cross-platform. There are, however, many devices such as smartphones that are also effectively computer platforms but less commonly thought about in that way. Application software can be written to depend on the features of a particular platform—either the hardware, operating system, or virtual machine it runs on. The Java platform is a virtual machine platform which runs on many operating systems and hardware types, and is a common platform for software to be written for. | 9 | What platform can work on multiple operating systems? | The Java platform | The Java platform is a virtual machine platform which runs on many operating systems | 1,756 | 1,841 | false |
7,155 | Cross-platform.txt | Cross-platform.txt | 3i02618ya06g9pi2dcnttyux9vwpur | wikipedia | In computing, cross-platform software (also multi-platform software or platform-independent software) is computer software that is implemented on multiple computing platforms. Cross-platform software may be divided into two types; one requires individual building or compilation for each platform that it supports, and the other one can be directly run on any platform without special preparation, e.g., software written in an interpreted language or pre-compiled portable bytecode for which the interpreters or run-time packages are common or standard components of all platforms.
For example, a cross-platform application may run on Microsoft Windows on the x86 architecture, Linux on the x86 architecture and macOS on either the PowerPC or x86-based Apple Macintosh systems. Cross-platform programs may run on as many as all existing platforms, or on as few as two platforms. Cross-platform frameworks (such as Qt, Xamarin, Phonegap, or Ionic) exist to aid cross-platform development.
"Platform" can refer to the type of processor (CPU) or other hardware on which a given operating system or application runs, the type of operating system on a computer or the combination of the type of hardware and the type of operating system running on it. An example of a common platform is Microsoft Windows running on the x86 architecture. Other well-known desktop computer platforms include Linux/Unix and macOS - both of which are themselves cross-platform. There are, however, many devices such as smartphones that are also effectively computer platforms but less commonly thought about in that way. Application software can be written to depend on the features of a particular platform—either the hardware, operating system, or virtual machine it runs on. The Java platform is a virtual machine platform which runs on many operating systems and hardware types, and is a common platform for software to be written for. | 10 | Is it rarely used? | No | , and is a common platform for software to be written for. | 1,860 | 1,918 | false |
7,155 | Cross-platform.txt | Cross-platform.txt | 3i02618ya06g9pi2dcnttyux9vwpur | wikipedia | In computing, cross-platform software (also multi-platform software or platform-independent software) is computer software that is implemented on multiple computing platforms. Cross-platform software may be divided into two types; one requires individual building or compilation for each platform that it supports, and the other one can be directly run on any platform without special preparation, e.g., software written in an interpreted language or pre-compiled portable bytecode for which the interpreters or run-time packages are common or standard components of all platforms.
For example, a cross-platform application may run on Microsoft Windows on the x86 architecture, Linux on the x86 architecture and macOS on either the PowerPC or x86-based Apple Macintosh systems. Cross-platform programs may run on as many as all existing platforms, or on as few as two platforms. Cross-platform frameworks (such as Qt, Xamarin, Phonegap, or Ionic) exist to aid cross-platform development.
"Platform" can refer to the type of processor (CPU) or other hardware on which a given operating system or application runs, the type of operating system on a computer or the combination of the type of hardware and the type of operating system running on it. An example of a common platform is Microsoft Windows running on the x86 architecture. Other well-known desktop computer platforms include Linux/Unix and macOS - both of which are themselves cross-platform. There are, however, many devices such as smartphones that are also effectively computer platforms but less commonly thought about in that way. Application software can be written to depend on the features of a particular platform—either the hardware, operating system, or virtual machine it runs on. The Java platform is a virtual machine platform which runs on many operating systems and hardware types, and is a common platform for software to be written for. | 11 | What is software called that works on more than one platform? | cross-platform software | cross-platform software (also multi-platform software or platform-independent software) is computer software that is implemented on multiple computing platforms | 13 | 174 | false |
7,155 | Cross-platform.txt | Cross-platform.txt | 3i02618ya06g9pi2dcnttyux9vwpur | wikipedia | In computing, cross-platform software (also multi-platform software or platform-independent software) is computer software that is implemented on multiple computing platforms. Cross-platform software may be divided into two types; one requires individual building or compilation for each platform that it supports, and the other one can be directly run on any platform without special preparation, e.g., software written in an interpreted language or pre-compiled portable bytecode for which the interpreters or run-time packages are common or standard components of all platforms.
For example, a cross-platform application may run on Microsoft Windows on the x86 architecture, Linux on the x86 architecture and macOS on either the PowerPC or x86-based Apple Macintosh systems. Cross-platform programs may run on as many as all existing platforms, or on as few as two platforms. Cross-platform frameworks (such as Qt, Xamarin, Phonegap, or Ionic) exist to aid cross-platform development.
"Platform" can refer to the type of processor (CPU) or other hardware on which a given operating system or application runs, the type of operating system on a computer or the combination of the type of hardware and the type of operating system running on it. An example of a common platform is Microsoft Windows running on the x86 architecture. Other well-known desktop computer platforms include Linux/Unix and macOS - both of which are themselves cross-platform. There are, however, many devices such as smartphones that are also effectively computer platforms but less commonly thought about in that way. Application software can be written to depend on the features of a particular platform—either the hardware, operating system, or virtual machine it runs on. The Java platform is a virtual machine platform which runs on many operating systems and hardware types, and is a common platform for software to be written for. | 12 | What else is it called? | multi-platform software | (also multi-platform software | 37 | 68 | false |
7,155 | Cross-platform.txt | Cross-platform.txt | 3i02618ya06g9pi2dcnttyux9vwpur | wikipedia | In computing, cross-platform software (also multi-platform software or platform-independent software) is computer software that is implemented on multiple computing platforms. Cross-platform software may be divided into two types; one requires individual building or compilation for each platform that it supports, and the other one can be directly run on any platform without special preparation, e.g., software written in an interpreted language or pre-compiled portable bytecode for which the interpreters or run-time packages are common or standard components of all platforms.
For example, a cross-platform application may run on Microsoft Windows on the x86 architecture, Linux on the x86 architecture and macOS on either the PowerPC or x86-based Apple Macintosh systems. Cross-platform programs may run on as many as all existing platforms, or on as few as two platforms. Cross-platform frameworks (such as Qt, Xamarin, Phonegap, or Ionic) exist to aid cross-platform development.
"Platform" can refer to the type of processor (CPU) or other hardware on which a given operating system or application runs, the type of operating system on a computer or the combination of the type of hardware and the type of operating system running on it. An example of a common platform is Microsoft Windows running on the x86 architecture. Other well-known desktop computer platforms include Linux/Unix and macOS - both of which are themselves cross-platform. There are, however, many devices such as smartphones that are also effectively computer platforms but less commonly thought about in that way. Application software can be written to depend on the features of a particular platform—either the hardware, operating system, or virtual machine it runs on. The Java platform is a virtual machine platform which runs on many operating systems and hardware types, and is a common platform for software to be written for. | 13 | And another? | platform-independent software | or platform-independent software | 68 | 100 | false |
7,155 | Cross-platform.txt | Cross-platform.txt | 3i02618ya06g9pi2dcnttyux9vwpur | wikipedia | In computing, cross-platform software (also multi-platform software or platform-independent software) is computer software that is implemented on multiple computing platforms. Cross-platform software may be divided into two types; one requires individual building or compilation for each platform that it supports, and the other one can be directly run on any platform without special preparation, e.g., software written in an interpreted language or pre-compiled portable bytecode for which the interpreters or run-time packages are common or standard components of all platforms.
For example, a cross-platform application may run on Microsoft Windows on the x86 architecture, Linux on the x86 architecture and macOS on either the PowerPC or x86-based Apple Macintosh systems. Cross-platform programs may run on as many as all existing platforms, or on as few as two platforms. Cross-platform frameworks (such as Qt, Xamarin, Phonegap, or Ionic) exist to aid cross-platform development.
"Platform" can refer to the type of processor (CPU) or other hardware on which a given operating system or application runs, the type of operating system on a computer or the combination of the type of hardware and the type of operating system running on it. An example of a common platform is Microsoft Windows running on the x86 architecture. Other well-known desktop computer platforms include Linux/Unix and macOS - both of which are themselves cross-platform. There are, however, many devices such as smartphones that are also effectively computer platforms but less commonly thought about in that way. Application software can be written to depend on the features of a particular platform—either the hardware, operating system, or virtual machine it runs on. The Java platform is a virtual machine platform which runs on many operating systems and hardware types, and is a common platform for software to be written for. | 14 | Are there three different types of cross platform software? | No | Cross-platform software may be divided into two types | 175 | 229 | false |
7,155 | Cross-platform.txt | Cross-platform.txt | 3i02618ya06g9pi2dcnttyux9vwpur | wikipedia | In computing, cross-platform software (also multi-platform software or platform-independent software) is computer software that is implemented on multiple computing platforms. Cross-platform software may be divided into two types; one requires individual building or compilation for each platform that it supports, and the other one can be directly run on any platform without special preparation, e.g., software written in an interpreted language or pre-compiled portable bytecode for which the interpreters or run-time packages are common or standard components of all platforms.
For example, a cross-platform application may run on Microsoft Windows on the x86 architecture, Linux on the x86 architecture and macOS on either the PowerPC or x86-based Apple Macintosh systems. Cross-platform programs may run on as many as all existing platforms, or on as few as two platforms. Cross-platform frameworks (such as Qt, Xamarin, Phonegap, or Ionic) exist to aid cross-platform development.
"Platform" can refer to the type of processor (CPU) or other hardware on which a given operating system or application runs, the type of operating system on a computer or the combination of the type of hardware and the type of operating system running on it. An example of a common platform is Microsoft Windows running on the x86 architecture. Other well-known desktop computer platforms include Linux/Unix and macOS - both of which are themselves cross-platform. There are, however, many devices such as smartphones that are also effectively computer platforms but less commonly thought about in that way. Application software can be written to depend on the features of a particular platform—either the hardware, operating system, or virtual machine it runs on. The Java platform is a virtual machine platform which runs on many operating systems and hardware types, and is a common platform for software to be written for. | 15 | How many? | Two | Cross-platform software may be divided into two type | 176 | 228 | false |
7,155 | Cross-platform.txt | Cross-platform.txt | 3i02618ya06g9pi2dcnttyux9vwpur | wikipedia | In computing, cross-platform software (also multi-platform software or platform-independent software) is computer software that is implemented on multiple computing platforms. Cross-platform software may be divided into two types; one requires individual building or compilation for each platform that it supports, and the other one can be directly run on any platform without special preparation, e.g., software written in an interpreted language or pre-compiled portable bytecode for which the interpreters or run-time packages are common or standard components of all platforms.
For example, a cross-platform application may run on Microsoft Windows on the x86 architecture, Linux on the x86 architecture and macOS on either the PowerPC or x86-based Apple Macintosh systems. Cross-platform programs may run on as many as all existing platforms, or on as few as two platforms. Cross-platform frameworks (such as Qt, Xamarin, Phonegap, or Ionic) exist to aid cross-platform development.
"Platform" can refer to the type of processor (CPU) or other hardware on which a given operating system or application runs, the type of operating system on a computer or the combination of the type of hardware and the type of operating system running on it. An example of a common platform is Microsoft Windows running on the x86 architecture. Other well-known desktop computer platforms include Linux/Unix and macOS - both of which are themselves cross-platform. There are, however, many devices such as smartphones that are also effectively computer platforms but less commonly thought about in that way. Application software can be written to depend on the features of a particular platform—either the hardware, operating system, or virtual machine it runs on. The Java platform is a virtual machine platform which runs on many operating systems and hardware types, and is a common platform for software to be written for. | 16 | What is one of those? | requires individual building | one requires individual building | 231 | 263 | false |
7,155 | Cross-platform.txt | Cross-platform.txt | 3i02618ya06g9pi2dcnttyux9vwpur | wikipedia | In computing, cross-platform software (also multi-platform software or platform-independent software) is computer software that is implemented on multiple computing platforms. Cross-platform software may be divided into two types; one requires individual building or compilation for each platform that it supports, and the other one can be directly run on any platform without special preparation, e.g., software written in an interpreted language or pre-compiled portable bytecode for which the interpreters or run-time packages are common or standard components of all platforms.
For example, a cross-platform application may run on Microsoft Windows on the x86 architecture, Linux on the x86 architecture and macOS on either the PowerPC or x86-based Apple Macintosh systems. Cross-platform programs may run on as many as all existing platforms, or on as few as two platforms. Cross-platform frameworks (such as Qt, Xamarin, Phonegap, or Ionic) exist to aid cross-platform development.
"Platform" can refer to the type of processor (CPU) or other hardware on which a given operating system or application runs, the type of operating system on a computer or the combination of the type of hardware and the type of operating system running on it. An example of a common platform is Microsoft Windows running on the x86 architecture. Other well-known desktop computer platforms include Linux/Unix and macOS - both of which are themselves cross-platform. There are, however, many devices such as smartphones that are also effectively computer platforms but less commonly thought about in that way. Application software can be written to depend on the features of a particular platform—either the hardware, operating system, or virtual machine it runs on. The Java platform is a virtual machine platform which runs on many operating systems and hardware types, and is a common platform for software to be written for. | 17 | And the other? | can be directly run on any platform without special preparation | and the other one can be directly run on any platform without special preparation | 315 | 396 | false |
7,155 | Cross-platform.txt | Cross-platform.txt | 3i02618ya06g9pi2dcnttyux9vwpur | wikipedia | In computing, cross-platform software (also multi-platform software or platform-independent software) is computer software that is implemented on multiple computing platforms. Cross-platform software may be divided into two types; one requires individual building or compilation for each platform that it supports, and the other one can be directly run on any platform without special preparation, e.g., software written in an interpreted language or pre-compiled portable bytecode for which the interpreters or run-time packages are common or standard components of all platforms.
For example, a cross-platform application may run on Microsoft Windows on the x86 architecture, Linux on the x86 architecture and macOS on either the PowerPC or x86-based Apple Macintosh systems. Cross-platform programs may run on as many as all existing platforms, or on as few as two platforms. Cross-platform frameworks (such as Qt, Xamarin, Phonegap, or Ionic) exist to aid cross-platform development.
"Platform" can refer to the type of processor (CPU) or other hardware on which a given operating system or application runs, the type of operating system on a computer or the combination of the type of hardware and the type of operating system running on it. An example of a common platform is Microsoft Windows running on the x86 architecture. Other well-known desktop computer platforms include Linux/Unix and macOS - both of which are themselves cross-platform. There are, however, many devices such as smartphones that are also effectively computer platforms but less commonly thought about in that way. Application software can be written to depend on the features of a particular platform—either the hardware, operating system, or virtual machine it runs on. The Java platform is a virtual machine platform which runs on many operating systems and hardware types, and is a common platform for software to be written for. | 18 | How many platforms must something run on to be called cross platform? | as few as 2 | . Cross-platform programs may run on as many as all existing platforms, or on as few as two platforms | 778 | 879 | false |
7,156 | data/gutenberg/txt/Anthony Trollope___The Landleaguers.txt/CHAPTER XLVII_92c678e7bed810b7bce620b5be7ff8dbcb549b1b0c7581a600b9850 | data/gutenberg/txt/Anthony Trollope___The Landleaguers.txt/CHAPTER XLVII_92c678e7bed810b7bce620b5be7ff8dbcb549b1b0c7581a600b9850 | 345lhzdedxs920dffeqmgvrw40g3u7 | gutenberg | CHAPTER XLVII.
KERRYCULLION.
Captain Clayton was thoroughly enjoying life, now perhaps, for the first time since he had had a bullet driven through his body. It had come to pass that everything, almost everything, was done for him by the hands of Edith. And yet Ada was willing to do everything that was required; but she declared always that what she did was of no avail. "Unless you take it to him, you know he won't eat it," she would still say. No doubt this was absurd, because the sick man's appetite was very good, considering that a hole had been made from his front to his back within the last month. It was still September, the weather was as warm as summer, and he insisted on lying out in the garden with his rugs around him, and enjoying the service of all his slaves. But among his slaves Edith was the one whom the other slaves found it most difficult to understand.
"I will go on," she said to her father, "and do everything for him while he is an invalid. But, when he is well enough to be moved, either he or I must go out of this."
Her father simply said that he did not understand it; but then he was one of the other slaves.
"Edith," said the Captain, one day, speaking from his rugs on the bank upon the lawn, "just say that one word, 'I yield.' It will have to be said sooner or later." | 1 | who was shot? | Captain Clayton | Captain Clayton | 33 | 49 | false |
7,156 | data/gutenberg/txt/Anthony Trollope___The Landleaguers.txt/CHAPTER XLVII_92c678e7bed810b7bce620b5be7ff8dbcb549b1b0c7581a600b9850 | data/gutenberg/txt/Anthony Trollope___The Landleaguers.txt/CHAPTER XLVII_92c678e7bed810b7bce620b5be7ff8dbcb549b1b0c7581a600b9850 | 345lhzdedxs920dffeqmgvrw40g3u7 | gutenberg | CHAPTER XLVII.
KERRYCULLION.
Captain Clayton was thoroughly enjoying life, now perhaps, for the first time since he had had a bullet driven through his body. It had come to pass that everything, almost everything, was done for him by the hands of Edith. And yet Ada was willing to do everything that was required; but she declared always that what she did was of no avail. "Unless you take it to him, you know he won't eat it," she would still say. No doubt this was absurd, because the sick man's appetite was very good, considering that a hole had been made from his front to his back within the last month. It was still September, the weather was as warm as summer, and he insisted on lying out in the garden with his rugs around him, and enjoying the service of all his slaves. But among his slaves Edith was the one whom the other slaves found it most difficult to understand.
"I will go on," she said to her father, "and do everything for him while he is an invalid. But, when he is well enough to be moved, either he or I must go out of this."
Her father simply said that he did not understand it; but then he was one of the other slaves.
"Edith," said the Captain, one day, speaking from his rugs on the bank upon the lawn, "just say that one word, 'I yield.' It will have to be said sooner or later." | 2 | where did the bullet go | through his body | through his body | 144 | 160 | false |
7,156 | data/gutenberg/txt/Anthony Trollope___The Landleaguers.txt/CHAPTER XLVII_92c678e7bed810b7bce620b5be7ff8dbcb549b1b0c7581a600b9850 | data/gutenberg/txt/Anthony Trollope___The Landleaguers.txt/CHAPTER XLVII_92c678e7bed810b7bce620b5be7ff8dbcb549b1b0c7581a600b9850 | 345lhzdedxs920dffeqmgvrw40g3u7 | gutenberg | CHAPTER XLVII.
KERRYCULLION.
Captain Clayton was thoroughly enjoying life, now perhaps, for the first time since he had had a bullet driven through his body. It had come to pass that everything, almost everything, was done for him by the hands of Edith. And yet Ada was willing to do everything that was required; but she declared always that what she did was of no avail. "Unless you take it to him, you know he won't eat it," she would still say. No doubt this was absurd, because the sick man's appetite was very good, considering that a hole had been made from his front to his back within the last month. It was still September, the weather was as warm as summer, and he insisted on lying out in the garden with his rugs around him, and enjoying the service of all his slaves. But among his slaves Edith was the one whom the other slaves found it most difficult to understand.
"I will go on," she said to her father, "and do everything for him while he is an invalid. But, when he is well enough to be moved, either he or I must go out of this."
Her father simply said that he did not understand it; but then he was one of the other slaves.
"Edith," said the Captain, one day, speaking from his rugs on the bank upon the lawn, "just say that one word, 'I yield.' It will have to be said sooner or later." | 3 | how is he doing now? | he's thoroughly enjoying life | thoroughly enjoying life | 53 | 77 | false |
7,156 | data/gutenberg/txt/Anthony Trollope___The Landleaguers.txt/CHAPTER XLVII_92c678e7bed810b7bce620b5be7ff8dbcb549b1b0c7581a600b9850 | data/gutenberg/txt/Anthony Trollope___The Landleaguers.txt/CHAPTER XLVII_92c678e7bed810b7bce620b5be7ff8dbcb549b1b0c7581a600b9850 | 345lhzdedxs920dffeqmgvrw40g3u7 | gutenberg | CHAPTER XLVII.
KERRYCULLION.
Captain Clayton was thoroughly enjoying life, now perhaps, for the first time since he had had a bullet driven through his body. It had come to pass that everything, almost everything, was done for him by the hands of Edith. And yet Ada was willing to do everything that was required; but she declared always that what she did was of no avail. "Unless you take it to him, you know he won't eat it," she would still say. No doubt this was absurd, because the sick man's appetite was very good, considering that a hole had been made from his front to his back within the last month. It was still September, the weather was as warm as summer, and he insisted on lying out in the garden with his rugs around him, and enjoying the service of all his slaves. But among his slaves Edith was the one whom the other slaves found it most difficult to understand.
"I will go on," she said to her father, "and do everything for him while he is an invalid. But, when he is well enough to be moved, either he or I must go out of this."
Her father simply said that he did not understand it; but then he was one of the other slaves.
"Edith," said the Captain, one day, speaking from his rugs on the bank upon the lawn, "just say that one word, 'I yield.' It will have to be said sooner or later." | 4 | is it the first time since being shot? | yes | first time since he had had a bullet d | 100 | 138 | false |
7,156 | data/gutenberg/txt/Anthony Trollope___The Landleaguers.txt/CHAPTER XLVII_92c678e7bed810b7bce620b5be7ff8dbcb549b1b0c7581a600b9850 | data/gutenberg/txt/Anthony Trollope___The Landleaguers.txt/CHAPTER XLVII_92c678e7bed810b7bce620b5be7ff8dbcb549b1b0c7581a600b9850 | 345lhzdedxs920dffeqmgvrw40g3u7 | gutenberg | CHAPTER XLVII.
KERRYCULLION.
Captain Clayton was thoroughly enjoying life, now perhaps, for the first time since he had had a bullet driven through his body. It had come to pass that everything, almost everything, was done for him by the hands of Edith. And yet Ada was willing to do everything that was required; but she declared always that what she did was of no avail. "Unless you take it to him, you know he won't eat it," she would still say. No doubt this was absurd, because the sick man's appetite was very good, considering that a hole had been made from his front to his back within the last month. It was still September, the weather was as warm as summer, and he insisted on lying out in the garden with his rugs around him, and enjoying the service of all his slaves. But among his slaves Edith was the one whom the other slaves found it most difficult to understand.
"I will go on," she said to her father, "and do everything for him while he is an invalid. But, when he is well enough to be moved, either he or I must go out of this."
Her father simply said that he did not understand it; but then he was one of the other slaves.
"Edith," said the Captain, one day, speaking from his rugs on the bank upon the lawn, "just say that one word, 'I yield.' It will have to be said sooner or later." | 5 | who assisted him with everything? | Edith | Edith | 251 | 256 | false |
7,156 | data/gutenberg/txt/Anthony Trollope___The Landleaguers.txt/CHAPTER XLVII_92c678e7bed810b7bce620b5be7ff8dbcb549b1b0c7581a600b9850 | data/gutenberg/txt/Anthony Trollope___The Landleaguers.txt/CHAPTER XLVII_92c678e7bed810b7bce620b5be7ff8dbcb549b1b0c7581a600b9850 | 345lhzdedxs920dffeqmgvrw40g3u7 | gutenberg | CHAPTER XLVII.
KERRYCULLION.
Captain Clayton was thoroughly enjoying life, now perhaps, for the first time since he had had a bullet driven through his body. It had come to pass that everything, almost everything, was done for him by the hands of Edith. And yet Ada was willing to do everything that was required; but she declared always that what she did was of no avail. "Unless you take it to him, you know he won't eat it," she would still say. No doubt this was absurd, because the sick man's appetite was very good, considering that a hole had been made from his front to his back within the last month. It was still September, the weather was as warm as summer, and he insisted on lying out in the garden with his rugs around him, and enjoying the service of all his slaves. But among his slaves Edith was the one whom the other slaves found it most difficult to understand.
"I will go on," she said to her father, "and do everything for him while he is an invalid. But, when he is well enough to be moved, either he or I must go out of this."
Her father simply said that he did not understand it; but then he was one of the other slaves.
"Edith," said the Captain, one day, speaking from his rugs on the bank upon the lawn, "just say that one word, 'I yield.' It will have to be said sooner or later." | 6 | was anyone else willing to help? | yes | Ada was willing | 266 | 281 | false |
7,156 | data/gutenberg/txt/Anthony Trollope___The Landleaguers.txt/CHAPTER XLVII_92c678e7bed810b7bce620b5be7ff8dbcb549b1b0c7581a600b9850 | data/gutenberg/txt/Anthony Trollope___The Landleaguers.txt/CHAPTER XLVII_92c678e7bed810b7bce620b5be7ff8dbcb549b1b0c7581a600b9850 | 345lhzdedxs920dffeqmgvrw40g3u7 | gutenberg | CHAPTER XLVII.
KERRYCULLION.
Captain Clayton was thoroughly enjoying life, now perhaps, for the first time since he had had a bullet driven through his body. It had come to pass that everything, almost everything, was done for him by the hands of Edith. And yet Ada was willing to do everything that was required; but she declared always that what she did was of no avail. "Unless you take it to him, you know he won't eat it," she would still say. No doubt this was absurd, because the sick man's appetite was very good, considering that a hole had been made from his front to his back within the last month. It was still September, the weather was as warm as summer, and he insisted on lying out in the garden with his rugs around him, and enjoying the service of all his slaves. But among his slaves Edith was the one whom the other slaves found it most difficult to understand.
"I will go on," she said to her father, "and do everything for him while he is an invalid. But, when he is well enough to be moved, either he or I must go out of this."
Her father simply said that he did not understand it; but then he was one of the other slaves.
"Edith," said the Captain, one day, speaking from his rugs on the bank upon the lawn, "just say that one word, 'I yield.' It will have to be said sooner or later." | 7 | who? | Ada | Ada | 266 | 269 | false |
7,156 | data/gutenberg/txt/Anthony Trollope___The Landleaguers.txt/CHAPTER XLVII_92c678e7bed810b7bce620b5be7ff8dbcb549b1b0c7581a600b9850 | data/gutenberg/txt/Anthony Trollope___The Landleaguers.txt/CHAPTER XLVII_92c678e7bed810b7bce620b5be7ff8dbcb549b1b0c7581a600b9850 | 345lhzdedxs920dffeqmgvrw40g3u7 | gutenberg | CHAPTER XLVII.
KERRYCULLION.
Captain Clayton was thoroughly enjoying life, now perhaps, for the first time since he had had a bullet driven through his body. It had come to pass that everything, almost everything, was done for him by the hands of Edith. And yet Ada was willing to do everything that was required; but she declared always that what she did was of no avail. "Unless you take it to him, you know he won't eat it," she would still say. No doubt this was absurd, because the sick man's appetite was very good, considering that a hole had been made from his front to his back within the last month. It was still September, the weather was as warm as summer, and he insisted on lying out in the garden with his rugs around him, and enjoying the service of all his slaves. But among his slaves Edith was the one whom the other slaves found it most difficult to understand.
"I will go on," she said to her father, "and do everything for him while he is an invalid. But, when he is well enough to be moved, either he or I must go out of this."
Her father simply said that he did not understand it; but then he was one of the other slaves.
"Edith," said the Captain, one day, speaking from his rugs on the bank upon the lawn, "just say that one word, 'I yield.' It will have to be said sooner or later." | 8 | what was she willing to do? | everything that was required | everything that was required | 288 | 316 | false |
7,156 | data/gutenberg/txt/Anthony Trollope___The Landleaguers.txt/CHAPTER XLVII_92c678e7bed810b7bce620b5be7ff8dbcb549b1b0c7581a600b9850 | data/gutenberg/txt/Anthony Trollope___The Landleaguers.txt/CHAPTER XLVII_92c678e7bed810b7bce620b5be7ff8dbcb549b1b0c7581a600b9850 | 345lhzdedxs920dffeqmgvrw40g3u7 | gutenberg | CHAPTER XLVII.
KERRYCULLION.
Captain Clayton was thoroughly enjoying life, now perhaps, for the first time since he had had a bullet driven through his body. It had come to pass that everything, almost everything, was done for him by the hands of Edith. And yet Ada was willing to do everything that was required; but she declared always that what she did was of no avail. "Unless you take it to him, you know he won't eat it," she would still say. No doubt this was absurd, because the sick man's appetite was very good, considering that a hole had been made from his front to his back within the last month. It was still September, the weather was as warm as summer, and he insisted on lying out in the garden with his rugs around him, and enjoying the service of all his slaves. But among his slaves Edith was the one whom the other slaves found it most difficult to understand.
"I will go on," she said to her father, "and do everything for him while he is an invalid. But, when he is well enough to be moved, either he or I must go out of this."
Her father simply said that he did not understand it; but then he was one of the other slaves.
"Edith," said the Captain, one day, speaking from his rugs on the bank upon the lawn, "just say that one word, 'I yield.' It will have to be said sooner or later." | 9 | did she help? | unknown | unknown | -1 | -1 | false |
7,156 | data/gutenberg/txt/Anthony Trollope___The Landleaguers.txt/CHAPTER XLVII_92c678e7bed810b7bce620b5be7ff8dbcb549b1b0c7581a600b9850 | data/gutenberg/txt/Anthony Trollope___The Landleaguers.txt/CHAPTER XLVII_92c678e7bed810b7bce620b5be7ff8dbcb549b1b0c7581a600b9850 | 345lhzdedxs920dffeqmgvrw40g3u7 | gutenberg | CHAPTER XLVII.
KERRYCULLION.
Captain Clayton was thoroughly enjoying life, now perhaps, for the first time since he had had a bullet driven through his body. It had come to pass that everything, almost everything, was done for him by the hands of Edith. And yet Ada was willing to do everything that was required; but she declared always that what she did was of no avail. "Unless you take it to him, you know he won't eat it," she would still say. No doubt this was absurd, because the sick man's appetite was very good, considering that a hole had been made from his front to his back within the last month. It was still September, the weather was as warm as summer, and he insisted on lying out in the garden with his rugs around him, and enjoying the service of all his slaves. But among his slaves Edith was the one whom the other slaves found it most difficult to understand.
"I will go on," she said to her father, "and do everything for him while he is an invalid. But, when he is well enough to be moved, either he or I must go out of this."
Her father simply said that he did not understand it; but then he was one of the other slaves.
"Edith," said the Captain, one day, speaking from his rugs on the bank upon the lawn, "just say that one word, 'I yield.' It will have to be said sooner or later." | 10 | how did she feel about helping? | what she did was of no avail | what she did was of no avail | 347 | 375 | false |
7,156 | data/gutenberg/txt/Anthony Trollope___The Landleaguers.txt/CHAPTER XLVII_92c678e7bed810b7bce620b5be7ff8dbcb549b1b0c7581a600b9850 | data/gutenberg/txt/Anthony Trollope___The Landleaguers.txt/CHAPTER XLVII_92c678e7bed810b7bce620b5be7ff8dbcb549b1b0c7581a600b9850 | 345lhzdedxs920dffeqmgvrw40g3u7 | gutenberg | CHAPTER XLVII.
KERRYCULLION.
Captain Clayton was thoroughly enjoying life, now perhaps, for the first time since he had had a bullet driven through his body. It had come to pass that everything, almost everything, was done for him by the hands of Edith. And yet Ada was willing to do everything that was required; but she declared always that what she did was of no avail. "Unless you take it to him, you know he won't eat it," she would still say. No doubt this was absurd, because the sick man's appetite was very good, considering that a hole had been made from his front to his back within the last month. It was still September, the weather was as warm as summer, and he insisted on lying out in the garden with his rugs around him, and enjoying the service of all his slaves. But among his slaves Edith was the one whom the other slaves found it most difficult to understand.
"I will go on," she said to her father, "and do everything for him while he is an invalid. But, when he is well enough to be moved, either he or I must go out of this."
Her father simply said that he did not understand it; but then he was one of the other slaves.
"Edith," said the Captain, one day, speaking from his rugs on the bank upon the lawn, "just say that one word, 'I yield.' It will have to be said sooner or later." | 11 | what month was it? | September | September | 627 | 636 | false |
7,156 | data/gutenberg/txt/Anthony Trollope___The Landleaguers.txt/CHAPTER XLVII_92c678e7bed810b7bce620b5be7ff8dbcb549b1b0c7581a600b9850 | data/gutenberg/txt/Anthony Trollope___The Landleaguers.txt/CHAPTER XLVII_92c678e7bed810b7bce620b5be7ff8dbcb549b1b0c7581a600b9850 | 345lhzdedxs920dffeqmgvrw40g3u7 | gutenberg | CHAPTER XLVII.
KERRYCULLION.
Captain Clayton was thoroughly enjoying life, now perhaps, for the first time since he had had a bullet driven through his body. It had come to pass that everything, almost everything, was done for him by the hands of Edith. And yet Ada was willing to do everything that was required; but she declared always that what she did was of no avail. "Unless you take it to him, you know he won't eat it," she would still say. No doubt this was absurd, because the sick man's appetite was very good, considering that a hole had been made from his front to his back within the last month. It was still September, the weather was as warm as summer, and he insisted on lying out in the garden with his rugs around him, and enjoying the service of all his slaves. But among his slaves Edith was the one whom the other slaves found it most difficult to understand.
"I will go on," she said to her father, "and do everything for him while he is an invalid. But, when he is well enough to be moved, either he or I must go out of this."
Her father simply said that he did not understand it; but then he was one of the other slaves.
"Edith," said the Captain, one day, speaking from his rugs on the bank upon the lawn, "just say that one word, 'I yield.' It will have to be said sooner or later." | 12 | was it cold out? | no | warm | 657 | 661 | false |
7,156 | data/gutenberg/txt/Anthony Trollope___The Landleaguers.txt/CHAPTER XLVII_92c678e7bed810b7bce620b5be7ff8dbcb549b1b0c7581a600b9850 | data/gutenberg/txt/Anthony Trollope___The Landleaguers.txt/CHAPTER XLVII_92c678e7bed810b7bce620b5be7ff8dbcb549b1b0c7581a600b9850 | 345lhzdedxs920dffeqmgvrw40g3u7 | gutenberg | CHAPTER XLVII.
KERRYCULLION.
Captain Clayton was thoroughly enjoying life, now perhaps, for the first time since he had had a bullet driven through his body. It had come to pass that everything, almost everything, was done for him by the hands of Edith. And yet Ada was willing to do everything that was required; but she declared always that what she did was of no avail. "Unless you take it to him, you know he won't eat it," she would still say. No doubt this was absurd, because the sick man's appetite was very good, considering that a hole had been made from his front to his back within the last month. It was still September, the weather was as warm as summer, and he insisted on lying out in the garden with his rugs around him, and enjoying the service of all his slaves. But among his slaves Edith was the one whom the other slaves found it most difficult to understand.
"I will go on," she said to her father, "and do everything for him while he is an invalid. But, when he is well enough to be moved, either he or I must go out of this."
Her father simply said that he did not understand it; but then he was one of the other slaves.
"Edith," said the Captain, one day, speaking from his rugs on the bank upon the lawn, "just say that one word, 'I yield.' It will have to be said sooner or later." | 13 | what season was it compared to? | summer | summer | 665 | 671 | false |
7,156 | data/gutenberg/txt/Anthony Trollope___The Landleaguers.txt/CHAPTER XLVII_92c678e7bed810b7bce620b5be7ff8dbcb549b1b0c7581a600b9850 | data/gutenberg/txt/Anthony Trollope___The Landleaguers.txt/CHAPTER XLVII_92c678e7bed810b7bce620b5be7ff8dbcb549b1b0c7581a600b9850 | 345lhzdedxs920dffeqmgvrw40g3u7 | gutenberg | CHAPTER XLVII.
KERRYCULLION.
Captain Clayton was thoroughly enjoying life, now perhaps, for the first time since he had had a bullet driven through his body. It had come to pass that everything, almost everything, was done for him by the hands of Edith. And yet Ada was willing to do everything that was required; but she declared always that what she did was of no avail. "Unless you take it to him, you know he won't eat it," she would still say. No doubt this was absurd, because the sick man's appetite was very good, considering that a hole had been made from his front to his back within the last month. It was still September, the weather was as warm as summer, and he insisted on lying out in the garden with his rugs around him, and enjoying the service of all his slaves. But among his slaves Edith was the one whom the other slaves found it most difficult to understand.
"I will go on," she said to her father, "and do everything for him while he is an invalid. But, when he is well enough to be moved, either he or I must go out of this."
Her father simply said that he did not understand it; but then he was one of the other slaves.
"Edith," said the Captain, one day, speaking from his rugs on the bank upon the lawn, "just say that one word, 'I yield.' It will have to be said sooner or later." | 14 | who is Edith? | a slave | his slaves | 796 | 806 | false |
7,156 | data/gutenberg/txt/Anthony Trollope___The Landleaguers.txt/CHAPTER XLVII_92c678e7bed810b7bce620b5be7ff8dbcb549b1b0c7581a600b9850 | data/gutenberg/txt/Anthony Trollope___The Landleaguers.txt/CHAPTER XLVII_92c678e7bed810b7bce620b5be7ff8dbcb549b1b0c7581a600b9850 | 345lhzdedxs920dffeqmgvrw40g3u7 | gutenberg | CHAPTER XLVII.
KERRYCULLION.
Captain Clayton was thoroughly enjoying life, now perhaps, for the first time since he had had a bullet driven through his body. It had come to pass that everything, almost everything, was done for him by the hands of Edith. And yet Ada was willing to do everything that was required; but she declared always that what she did was of no avail. "Unless you take it to him, you know he won't eat it," she would still say. No doubt this was absurd, because the sick man's appetite was very good, considering that a hole had been made from his front to his back within the last month. It was still September, the weather was as warm as summer, and he insisted on lying out in the garden with his rugs around him, and enjoying the service of all his slaves. But among his slaves Edith was the one whom the other slaves found it most difficult to understand.
"I will go on," she said to her father, "and do everything for him while he is an invalid. But, when he is well enough to be moved, either he or I must go out of this."
Her father simply said that he did not understand it; but then he was one of the other slaves.
"Edith," said the Captain, one day, speaking from his rugs on the bank upon the lawn, "just say that one word, 'I yield.' It will have to be said sooner or later." | 15 | were there other slaves? | yes | all his slaves | 770 | 784 | false |
7,156 | data/gutenberg/txt/Anthony Trollope___The Landleaguers.txt/CHAPTER XLVII_92c678e7bed810b7bce620b5be7ff8dbcb549b1b0c7581a600b9850 | data/gutenberg/txt/Anthony Trollope___The Landleaguers.txt/CHAPTER XLVII_92c678e7bed810b7bce620b5be7ff8dbcb549b1b0c7581a600b9850 | 345lhzdedxs920dffeqmgvrw40g3u7 | gutenberg | CHAPTER XLVII.
KERRYCULLION.
Captain Clayton was thoroughly enjoying life, now perhaps, for the first time since he had had a bullet driven through his body. It had come to pass that everything, almost everything, was done for him by the hands of Edith. And yet Ada was willing to do everything that was required; but she declared always that what she did was of no avail. "Unless you take it to him, you know he won't eat it," she would still say. No doubt this was absurd, because the sick man's appetite was very good, considering that a hole had been made from his front to his back within the last month. It was still September, the weather was as warm as summer, and he insisted on lying out in the garden with his rugs around him, and enjoying the service of all his slaves. But among his slaves Edith was the one whom the other slaves found it most difficult to understand.
"I will go on," she said to her father, "and do everything for him while he is an invalid. But, when he is well enough to be moved, either he or I must go out of this."
Her father simply said that he did not understand it; but then he was one of the other slaves.
"Edith," said the Captain, one day, speaking from his rugs on the bank upon the lawn, "just say that one word, 'I yield.' It will have to be said sooner or later." | 16 | who? | Ada | Ada | 266 | 269 | false |
7,156 | data/gutenberg/txt/Anthony Trollope___The Landleaguers.txt/CHAPTER XLVII_92c678e7bed810b7bce620b5be7ff8dbcb549b1b0c7581a600b9850 | data/gutenberg/txt/Anthony Trollope___The Landleaguers.txt/CHAPTER XLVII_92c678e7bed810b7bce620b5be7ff8dbcb549b1b0c7581a600b9850 | 345lhzdedxs920dffeqmgvrw40g3u7 | gutenberg | CHAPTER XLVII.
KERRYCULLION.
Captain Clayton was thoroughly enjoying life, now perhaps, for the first time since he had had a bullet driven through his body. It had come to pass that everything, almost everything, was done for him by the hands of Edith. And yet Ada was willing to do everything that was required; but she declared always that what she did was of no avail. "Unless you take it to him, you know he won't eat it," she would still say. No doubt this was absurd, because the sick man's appetite was very good, considering that a hole had been made from his front to his back within the last month. It was still September, the weather was as warm as summer, and he insisted on lying out in the garden with his rugs around him, and enjoying the service of all his slaves. But among his slaves Edith was the one whom the other slaves found it most difficult to understand.
"I will go on," she said to her father, "and do everything for him while he is an invalid. But, when he is well enough to be moved, either he or I must go out of this."
Her father simply said that he did not understand it; but then he was one of the other slaves.
"Edith," said the Captain, one day, speaking from his rugs on the bank upon the lawn, "just say that one word, 'I yield.' It will have to be said sooner or later." | 17 | who did they belong to? | Captain Clayton | Captain Clayton | 33 | 48 | false |
7,156 | data/gutenberg/txt/Anthony Trollope___The Landleaguers.txt/CHAPTER XLVII_92c678e7bed810b7bce620b5be7ff8dbcb549b1b0c7581a600b9850 | data/gutenberg/txt/Anthony Trollope___The Landleaguers.txt/CHAPTER XLVII_92c678e7bed810b7bce620b5be7ff8dbcb549b1b0c7581a600b9850 | 345lhzdedxs920dffeqmgvrw40g3u7 | gutenberg | CHAPTER XLVII.
KERRYCULLION.
Captain Clayton was thoroughly enjoying life, now perhaps, for the first time since he had had a bullet driven through his body. It had come to pass that everything, almost everything, was done for him by the hands of Edith. And yet Ada was willing to do everything that was required; but she declared always that what she did was of no avail. "Unless you take it to him, you know he won't eat it," she would still say. No doubt this was absurd, because the sick man's appetite was very good, considering that a hole had been made from his front to his back within the last month. It was still September, the weather was as warm as summer, and he insisted on lying out in the garden with his rugs around him, and enjoying the service of all his slaves. But among his slaves Edith was the one whom the other slaves found it most difficult to understand.
"I will go on," she said to her father, "and do everything for him while he is an invalid. But, when he is well enough to be moved, either he or I must go out of this."
Her father simply said that he did not understand it; but then he was one of the other slaves.
"Edith," said the Captain, one day, speaking from his rugs on the bank upon the lawn, "just say that one word, 'I yield.' It will have to be said sooner or later." | 18 | who was the one he could't always understand? | Edith | Edith | 806 | 812 | false |
7,156 | data/gutenberg/txt/Anthony Trollope___The Landleaguers.txt/CHAPTER XLVII_92c678e7bed810b7bce620b5be7ff8dbcb549b1b0c7581a600b9850 | data/gutenberg/txt/Anthony Trollope___The Landleaguers.txt/CHAPTER XLVII_92c678e7bed810b7bce620b5be7ff8dbcb549b1b0c7581a600b9850 | 345lhzdedxs920dffeqmgvrw40g3u7 | gutenberg | CHAPTER XLVII.
KERRYCULLION.
Captain Clayton was thoroughly enjoying life, now perhaps, for the first time since he had had a bullet driven through his body. It had come to pass that everything, almost everything, was done for him by the hands of Edith. And yet Ada was willing to do everything that was required; but she declared always that what she did was of no avail. "Unless you take it to him, you know he won't eat it," she would still say. No doubt this was absurd, because the sick man's appetite was very good, considering that a hole had been made from his front to his back within the last month. It was still September, the weather was as warm as summer, and he insisted on lying out in the garden with his rugs around him, and enjoying the service of all his slaves. But among his slaves Edith was the one whom the other slaves found it most difficult to understand.
"I will go on," she said to her father, "and do everything for him while he is an invalid. But, when he is well enough to be moved, either he or I must go out of this."
Her father simply said that he did not understand it; but then he was one of the other slaves.
"Edith," said the Captain, one day, speaking from his rugs on the bank upon the lawn, "just say that one word, 'I yield.' It will have to be said sooner or later." | 19 | who was Edith's father? | a slave | slave | 1,145 | 1,151 | false |
7,156 | data/gutenberg/txt/Anthony Trollope___The Landleaguers.txt/CHAPTER XLVII_92c678e7bed810b7bce620b5be7ff8dbcb549b1b0c7581a600b9850 | data/gutenberg/txt/Anthony Trollope___The Landleaguers.txt/CHAPTER XLVII_92c678e7bed810b7bce620b5be7ff8dbcb549b1b0c7581a600b9850 | 345lhzdedxs920dffeqmgvrw40g3u7 | gutenberg | CHAPTER XLVII.
KERRYCULLION.
Captain Clayton was thoroughly enjoying life, now perhaps, for the first time since he had had a bullet driven through his body. It had come to pass that everything, almost everything, was done for him by the hands of Edith. And yet Ada was willing to do everything that was required; but she declared always that what she did was of no avail. "Unless you take it to him, you know he won't eat it," she would still say. No doubt this was absurd, because the sick man's appetite was very good, considering that a hole had been made from his front to his back within the last month. It was still September, the weather was as warm as summer, and he insisted on lying out in the garden with his rugs around him, and enjoying the service of all his slaves. But among his slaves Edith was the one whom the other slaves found it most difficult to understand.
"I will go on," she said to her father, "and do everything for him while he is an invalid. But, when he is well enough to be moved, either he or I must go out of this."
Her father simply said that he did not understand it; but then he was one of the other slaves.
"Edith," said the Captain, one day, speaking from his rugs on the bank upon the lawn, "just say that one word, 'I yield.' It will have to be said sooner or later." | 20 | what does the Captain tell her to say? | 'I yield.' | 'I yield.' | 1,267 | 1,277 | false |
7,157 | data/gutenberg/txt/Edward Stratemeyer___Dave Porter and His Rivals.txt/CHAPTER XXVIII_6a91d19fe58b3ec889d29aceb4e73665380de78bfff07cbafedee81 | data/gutenberg/txt/Edward Stratemeyer___Dave Porter and His Rivals.txt/CHAPTER XXVIII_6a91d19fe58b3ec889d29aceb4e73665380de78bfff07cbafedee81 | 3s0tnuhwkti9mv8z50vtxcvjyik8dt | gutenberg | CHAPTER XXVIII
A DISCOVERY OF INTEREST
It was a stinging rebuke, and everybody within hearing felt its effect. There was a sudden hush, and then Bolton turned and skated away, muttering savagely under his breath.
Once more the game proceeded, but before the puck could be gotten within striking distance of either goal the whistle blew; and the first half of the game came to an end.
"Wonder what Nat Poole thinks of his team now?" remarked Roger, as the boys gathered in a group to discuss the plays made.
"He is as mad as hops," reported Plum. "He says Bolton was not to blame, and that it wasn't fair for Mr. Dodsworth to rule him off."
"They ought to be satisfied," said Messmer, who was close by. "Langley, the substitute, is as good as Bolton, if not better."
"Say, we must keep them from scoring in the second half!" cried Ben. "That will break Nat's heart. He has been blowing constantly that he was going to do us up."
"Look out for tricks," cautioned Dave. "They may have something up their sleeve they haven't tried yet--although I doubt it."
Promptly on time the second half of the game started. As soon as the puck was put into action it was seen that Nat's team had adopted new tactics. This was to "worry" the disc along close to the side line, and in such a manner that Dave's seven had to either miss it or run the risk of off-side plays. | 1 | Who skated away? | Bolton | Bolton turned and skated away, muttering savagely under his breath. | 149 | 217 | false |
7,157 | data/gutenberg/txt/Edward Stratemeyer___Dave Porter and His Rivals.txt/CHAPTER XXVIII_6a91d19fe58b3ec889d29aceb4e73665380de78bfff07cbafedee81 | data/gutenberg/txt/Edward Stratemeyer___Dave Porter and His Rivals.txt/CHAPTER XXVIII_6a91d19fe58b3ec889d29aceb4e73665380de78bfff07cbafedee81 | 3s0tnuhwkti9mv8z50vtxcvjyik8dt | gutenberg | CHAPTER XXVIII
A DISCOVERY OF INTEREST
It was a stinging rebuke, and everybody within hearing felt its effect. There was a sudden hush, and then Bolton turned and skated away, muttering savagely under his breath.
Once more the game proceeded, but before the puck could be gotten within striking distance of either goal the whistle blew; and the first half of the game came to an end.
"Wonder what Nat Poole thinks of his team now?" remarked Roger, as the boys gathered in a group to discuss the plays made.
"He is as mad as hops," reported Plum. "He says Bolton was not to blame, and that it wasn't fair for Mr. Dodsworth to rule him off."
"They ought to be satisfied," said Messmer, who was close by. "Langley, the substitute, is as good as Bolton, if not better."
"Say, we must keep them from scoring in the second half!" cried Ben. "That will break Nat's heart. He has been blowing constantly that he was going to do us up."
"Look out for tricks," cautioned Dave. "They may have something up their sleeve they haven't tried yet--although I doubt it."
Promptly on time the second half of the game started. As soon as the puck was put into action it was seen that Nat's team had adopted new tactics. This was to "worry" the disc along close to the side line, and in such a manner that Dave's seven had to either miss it or run the risk of off-side plays. | 2 | After hearing what? | a sudden hush | There was a sudden hush, and then Bolton turned and skated away, muttering savagely under his breath.
| 115 | 218 | false |
7,157 | data/gutenberg/txt/Edward Stratemeyer___Dave Porter and His Rivals.txt/CHAPTER XXVIII_6a91d19fe58b3ec889d29aceb4e73665380de78bfff07cbafedee81 | data/gutenberg/txt/Edward Stratemeyer___Dave Porter and His Rivals.txt/CHAPTER XXVIII_6a91d19fe58b3ec889d29aceb4e73665380de78bfff07cbafedee81 | 3s0tnuhwkti9mv8z50vtxcvjyik8dt | gutenberg | CHAPTER XXVIII
A DISCOVERY OF INTEREST
It was a stinging rebuke, and everybody within hearing felt its effect. There was a sudden hush, and then Bolton turned and skated away, muttering savagely under his breath.
Once more the game proceeded, but before the puck could be gotten within striking distance of either goal the whistle blew; and the first half of the game came to an end.
"Wonder what Nat Poole thinks of his team now?" remarked Roger, as the boys gathered in a group to discuss the plays made.
"He is as mad as hops," reported Plum. "He says Bolton was not to blame, and that it wasn't fair for Mr. Dodsworth to rule him off."
"They ought to be satisfied," said Messmer, who was close by. "Langley, the substitute, is as good as Bolton, if not better."
"Say, we must keep them from scoring in the second half!" cried Ben. "That will break Nat's heart. He has been blowing constantly that he was going to do us up."
"Look out for tricks," cautioned Dave. "They may have something up their sleeve they haven't tried yet--although I doubt it."
Promptly on time the second half of the game started. As soon as the puck was put into action it was seen that Nat's team had adopted new tactics. This was to "worry" the disc along close to the side line, and in such a manner that Dave's seven had to either miss it or run the risk of off-side plays. | 3 | Was there a rebuke? | yes | It was a stinging rebuke | 43 | 67 | false |
7,157 | data/gutenberg/txt/Edward Stratemeyer___Dave Porter and His Rivals.txt/CHAPTER XXVIII_6a91d19fe58b3ec889d29aceb4e73665380de78bfff07cbafedee81 | data/gutenberg/txt/Edward Stratemeyer___Dave Porter and His Rivals.txt/CHAPTER XXVIII_6a91d19fe58b3ec889d29aceb4e73665380de78bfff07cbafedee81 | 3s0tnuhwkti9mv8z50vtxcvjyik8dt | gutenberg | CHAPTER XXVIII
A DISCOVERY OF INTEREST
It was a stinging rebuke, and everybody within hearing felt its effect. There was a sudden hush, and then Bolton turned and skated away, muttering savagely under his breath.
Once more the game proceeded, but before the puck could be gotten within striking distance of either goal the whistle blew; and the first half of the game came to an end.
"Wonder what Nat Poole thinks of his team now?" remarked Roger, as the boys gathered in a group to discuss the plays made.
"He is as mad as hops," reported Plum. "He says Bolton was not to blame, and that it wasn't fair for Mr. Dodsworth to rule him off."
"They ought to be satisfied," said Messmer, who was close by. "Langley, the substitute, is as good as Bolton, if not better."
"Say, we must keep them from scoring in the second half!" cried Ben. "That will break Nat's heart. He has been blowing constantly that he was going to do us up."
"Look out for tricks," cautioned Dave. "They may have something up their sleeve they haven't tried yet--although I doubt it."
Promptly on time the second half of the game started. As soon as the puck was put into action it was seen that Nat's team had adopted new tactics. This was to "worry" the disc along close to the side line, and in such a manner that Dave's seven had to either miss it or run the risk of off-side plays. | 4 | What did the whistle blow signify? | the first half of the game came to an end. | the whistle blew; and the first half of the game came to an end.
| 325 | 391 | false |
7,157 | data/gutenberg/txt/Edward Stratemeyer___Dave Porter and His Rivals.txt/CHAPTER XXVIII_6a91d19fe58b3ec889d29aceb4e73665380de78bfff07cbafedee81 | data/gutenberg/txt/Edward Stratemeyer___Dave Porter and His Rivals.txt/CHAPTER XXVIII_6a91d19fe58b3ec889d29aceb4e73665380de78bfff07cbafedee81 | 3s0tnuhwkti9mv8z50vtxcvjyik8dt | gutenberg | CHAPTER XXVIII
A DISCOVERY OF INTEREST
It was a stinging rebuke, and everybody within hearing felt its effect. There was a sudden hush, and then Bolton turned and skated away, muttering savagely under his breath.
Once more the game proceeded, but before the puck could be gotten within striking distance of either goal the whistle blew; and the first half of the game came to an end.
"Wonder what Nat Poole thinks of his team now?" remarked Roger, as the boys gathered in a group to discuss the plays made.
"He is as mad as hops," reported Plum. "He says Bolton was not to blame, and that it wasn't fair for Mr. Dodsworth to rule him off."
"They ought to be satisfied," said Messmer, who was close by. "Langley, the substitute, is as good as Bolton, if not better."
"Say, we must keep them from scoring in the second half!" cried Ben. "That will break Nat's heart. He has been blowing constantly that he was going to do us up."
"Look out for tricks," cautioned Dave. "They may have something up their sleeve they haven't tried yet--although I doubt it."
Promptly on time the second half of the game started. As soon as the puck was put into action it was seen that Nat's team had adopted new tactics. This was to "worry" the disc along close to the side line, and in such a manner that Dave's seven had to either miss it or run the risk of off-side plays. | 5 | What did Roger say? | "Wonder what Nat Poole thinks of his team now?" | "Wonder what Nat Poole thinks of his team now?" remarked Roger, | 392 | 455 | false |
7,157 | data/gutenberg/txt/Edward Stratemeyer___Dave Porter and His Rivals.txt/CHAPTER XXVIII_6a91d19fe58b3ec889d29aceb4e73665380de78bfff07cbafedee81 | data/gutenberg/txt/Edward Stratemeyer___Dave Porter and His Rivals.txt/CHAPTER XXVIII_6a91d19fe58b3ec889d29aceb4e73665380de78bfff07cbafedee81 | 3s0tnuhwkti9mv8z50vtxcvjyik8dt | gutenberg | CHAPTER XXVIII
A DISCOVERY OF INTEREST
It was a stinging rebuke, and everybody within hearing felt its effect. There was a sudden hush, and then Bolton turned and skated away, muttering savagely under his breath.
Once more the game proceeded, but before the puck could be gotten within striking distance of either goal the whistle blew; and the first half of the game came to an end.
"Wonder what Nat Poole thinks of his team now?" remarked Roger, as the boys gathered in a group to discuss the plays made.
"He is as mad as hops," reported Plum. "He says Bolton was not to blame, and that it wasn't fair for Mr. Dodsworth to rule him off."
"They ought to be satisfied," said Messmer, who was close by. "Langley, the substitute, is as good as Bolton, if not better."
"Say, we must keep them from scoring in the second half!" cried Ben. "That will break Nat's heart. He has been blowing constantly that he was going to do us up."
"Look out for tricks," cautioned Dave. "They may have something up their sleeve they haven't tried yet--although I doubt it."
Promptly on time the second half of the game started. As soon as the puck was put into action it was seen that Nat's team had adopted new tactics. This was to "worry" the disc along close to the side line, and in such a manner that Dave's seven had to either miss it or run the risk of off-side plays. | 6 | When did he say it? | as the boys gathered in a group | "Wonder what Nat Poole thinks of his team now?" remarked Roger, as the boys gathered in a group to discuss the plays made. | 392 | 515 | false |
7,157 | data/gutenberg/txt/Edward Stratemeyer___Dave Porter and His Rivals.txt/CHAPTER XXVIII_6a91d19fe58b3ec889d29aceb4e73665380de78bfff07cbafedee81 | data/gutenberg/txt/Edward Stratemeyer___Dave Porter and His Rivals.txt/CHAPTER XXVIII_6a91d19fe58b3ec889d29aceb4e73665380de78bfff07cbafedee81 | 3s0tnuhwkti9mv8z50vtxcvjyik8dt | gutenberg | CHAPTER XXVIII
A DISCOVERY OF INTEREST
It was a stinging rebuke, and everybody within hearing felt its effect. There was a sudden hush, and then Bolton turned and skated away, muttering savagely under his breath.
Once more the game proceeded, but before the puck could be gotten within striking distance of either goal the whistle blew; and the first half of the game came to an end.
"Wonder what Nat Poole thinks of his team now?" remarked Roger, as the boys gathered in a group to discuss the plays made.
"He is as mad as hops," reported Plum. "He says Bolton was not to blame, and that it wasn't fair for Mr. Dodsworth to rule him off."
"They ought to be satisfied," said Messmer, who was close by. "Langley, the substitute, is as good as Bolton, if not better."
"Say, we must keep them from scoring in the second half!" cried Ben. "That will break Nat's heart. He has been blowing constantly that he was going to do us up."
"Look out for tricks," cautioned Dave. "They may have something up their sleeve they haven't tried yet--although I doubt it."
Promptly on time the second half of the game started. As soon as the puck was put into action it was seen that Nat's team had adopted new tactics. This was to "worry" the disc along close to the side line, and in such a manner that Dave's seven had to either miss it or run the risk of off-side plays. | 7 | Who responded? | Plum | "He is as mad as hops," reported Plum | 517 | 554 | false |
7,157 | data/gutenberg/txt/Edward Stratemeyer___Dave Porter and His Rivals.txt/CHAPTER XXVIII_6a91d19fe58b3ec889d29aceb4e73665380de78bfff07cbafedee81 | data/gutenberg/txt/Edward Stratemeyer___Dave Porter and His Rivals.txt/CHAPTER XXVIII_6a91d19fe58b3ec889d29aceb4e73665380de78bfff07cbafedee81 | 3s0tnuhwkti9mv8z50vtxcvjyik8dt | gutenberg | CHAPTER XXVIII
A DISCOVERY OF INTEREST
It was a stinging rebuke, and everybody within hearing felt its effect. There was a sudden hush, and then Bolton turned and skated away, muttering savagely under his breath.
Once more the game proceeded, but before the puck could be gotten within striking distance of either goal the whistle blew; and the first half of the game came to an end.
"Wonder what Nat Poole thinks of his team now?" remarked Roger, as the boys gathered in a group to discuss the plays made.
"He is as mad as hops," reported Plum. "He says Bolton was not to blame, and that it wasn't fair for Mr. Dodsworth to rule him off."
"They ought to be satisfied," said Messmer, who was close by. "Langley, the substitute, is as good as Bolton, if not better."
"Say, we must keep them from scoring in the second half!" cried Ben. "That will break Nat's heart. He has been blowing constantly that he was going to do us up."
"Look out for tricks," cautioned Dave. "They may have something up their sleeve they haven't tried yet--although I doubt it."
Promptly on time the second half of the game started. As soon as the puck was put into action it was seen that Nat's team had adopted new tactics. This was to "worry" the disc along close to the side line, and in such a manner that Dave's seven had to either miss it or run the risk of off-side plays. | 8 | Whos fault did he know it was? | Bolton | "He says Bolton was not to blame | 556 | 588 | true |
7,157 | data/gutenberg/txt/Edward Stratemeyer___Dave Porter and His Rivals.txt/CHAPTER XXVIII_6a91d19fe58b3ec889d29aceb4e73665380de78bfff07cbafedee81 | data/gutenberg/txt/Edward Stratemeyer___Dave Porter and His Rivals.txt/CHAPTER XXVIII_6a91d19fe58b3ec889d29aceb4e73665380de78bfff07cbafedee81 | 3s0tnuhwkti9mv8z50vtxcvjyik8dt | gutenberg | CHAPTER XXVIII
A DISCOVERY OF INTEREST
It was a stinging rebuke, and everybody within hearing felt its effect. There was a sudden hush, and then Bolton turned and skated away, muttering savagely under his breath.
Once more the game proceeded, but before the puck could be gotten within striking distance of either goal the whistle blew; and the first half of the game came to an end.
"Wonder what Nat Poole thinks of his team now?" remarked Roger, as the boys gathered in a group to discuss the plays made.
"He is as mad as hops," reported Plum. "He says Bolton was not to blame, and that it wasn't fair for Mr. Dodsworth to rule him off."
"They ought to be satisfied," said Messmer, who was close by. "Langley, the substitute, is as good as Bolton, if not better."
"Say, we must keep them from scoring in the second half!" cried Ben. "That will break Nat's heart. He has been blowing constantly that he was going to do us up."
"Look out for tricks," cautioned Dave. "They may have something up their sleeve they haven't tried yet--although I doubt it."
Promptly on time the second half of the game started. As soon as the puck was put into action it was seen that Nat's team had adopted new tactics. This was to "worry" the disc along close to the side line, and in such a manner that Dave's seven had to either miss it or run the risk of off-side plays. | 9 | Was Mr. Dodsworth being fair? | no | it wasn't fair for Mr. Dodsworth to rule him off." | 598 | 650 | false |
7,157 | data/gutenberg/txt/Edward Stratemeyer___Dave Porter and His Rivals.txt/CHAPTER XXVIII_6a91d19fe58b3ec889d29aceb4e73665380de78bfff07cbafedee81 | data/gutenberg/txt/Edward Stratemeyer___Dave Porter and His Rivals.txt/CHAPTER XXVIII_6a91d19fe58b3ec889d29aceb4e73665380de78bfff07cbafedee81 | 3s0tnuhwkti9mv8z50vtxcvjyik8dt | gutenberg | CHAPTER XXVIII
A DISCOVERY OF INTEREST
It was a stinging rebuke, and everybody within hearing felt its effect. There was a sudden hush, and then Bolton turned and skated away, muttering savagely under his breath.
Once more the game proceeded, but before the puck could be gotten within striking distance of either goal the whistle blew; and the first half of the game came to an end.
"Wonder what Nat Poole thinks of his team now?" remarked Roger, as the boys gathered in a group to discuss the plays made.
"He is as mad as hops," reported Plum. "He says Bolton was not to blame, and that it wasn't fair for Mr. Dodsworth to rule him off."
"They ought to be satisfied," said Messmer, who was close by. "Langley, the substitute, is as good as Bolton, if not better."
"Say, we must keep them from scoring in the second half!" cried Ben. "That will break Nat's heart. He has been blowing constantly that he was going to do us up."
"Look out for tricks," cautioned Dave. "They may have something up their sleeve they haven't tried yet--although I doubt it."
Promptly on time the second half of the game started. As soon as the puck was put into action it was seen that Nat's team had adopted new tactics. This was to "worry" the disc along close to the side line, and in such a manner that Dave's seven had to either miss it or run the risk of off-side plays. | 10 | Who was the substitute? | Langley | Langley, the substitute, | 715 | 740 | false |
7,157 | data/gutenberg/txt/Edward Stratemeyer___Dave Porter and His Rivals.txt/CHAPTER XXVIII_6a91d19fe58b3ec889d29aceb4e73665380de78bfff07cbafedee81 | data/gutenberg/txt/Edward Stratemeyer___Dave Porter and His Rivals.txt/CHAPTER XXVIII_6a91d19fe58b3ec889d29aceb4e73665380de78bfff07cbafedee81 | 3s0tnuhwkti9mv8z50vtxcvjyik8dt | gutenberg | CHAPTER XXVIII
A DISCOVERY OF INTEREST
It was a stinging rebuke, and everybody within hearing felt its effect. There was a sudden hush, and then Bolton turned and skated away, muttering savagely under his breath.
Once more the game proceeded, but before the puck could be gotten within striking distance of either goal the whistle blew; and the first half of the game came to an end.
"Wonder what Nat Poole thinks of his team now?" remarked Roger, as the boys gathered in a group to discuss the plays made.
"He is as mad as hops," reported Plum. "He says Bolton was not to blame, and that it wasn't fair for Mr. Dodsworth to rule him off."
"They ought to be satisfied," said Messmer, who was close by. "Langley, the substitute, is as good as Bolton, if not better."
"Say, we must keep them from scoring in the second half!" cried Ben. "That will break Nat's heart. He has been blowing constantly that he was going to do us up."
"Look out for tricks," cautioned Dave. "They may have something up their sleeve they haven't tried yet--although I doubt it."
Promptly on time the second half of the game started. As soon as the puck was put into action it was seen that Nat's team had adopted new tactics. This was to "worry" the disc along close to the side line, and in such a manner that Dave's seven had to either miss it or run the risk of off-side plays. | 11 | Was he worse than Bolton? | no | "Langley, the substitute, is as good as Bolton, if not better." | 714 | 778 | false |
7,158 | cnn_1eddcd75a4f3a67897264087a2356431ba1aa3be.story | cnn_1eddcd75a4f3a67897264087a2356431ba1aa3be.story | 33lkr6a5kekyskkbs5mtn6qxnyjt1u | cnn | LONDON, England (CNN) -- British police are reviewing the death of Rolling Stones founder Brian Jones, 40 years after the hard-living rocker was found dead in a swimming pool.
An autographed photo of Rolling Stones founder Brian Jones who was found dead in July 1969
Police in Sussex, in southern England, have confirmed they are examining documents given to them by an investigative journalist who has been researching events surrounding Jones' death.
Scott Jones, who is not related to the musician, has spent four years reviewing the evidence and speaking to key witnesses in the case.
In an article published in the Daily Mail in November 2008, Jones wrote, "I'm convinced Brian Jones' death was not fully investigated. The only question that remains is why?"
Brian Jones' body was found in the swimming pool after a party at his home in Cotchford Farm, East Sussex in July 1969. He was 27.
An inquest returned a verdict of death by misadventure, despite post mortem results showing he had not taken illegal drugs and had only consumed the alcoholic equivalent of three and a half pints of beer.
One of the most popular conspiracy theories that followed was that Jones was murdered by his builder, Frank Thorogood.
The theory gained credence after Thorogood allegedly confessed to the killing before his death in 1993. The storyline formed the basis of the 2005 film "Stoned."
Sussex police told CNN they could not say how long it would take to review the new material, nor whether it could lead to a full investigation. | 1 | Who was found dead in his pool in 1969? | Brian Jones | Brian Jones | 89 | 101 | false |
7,158 | cnn_1eddcd75a4f3a67897264087a2356431ba1aa3be.story | cnn_1eddcd75a4f3a67897264087a2356431ba1aa3be.story | 33lkr6a5kekyskkbs5mtn6qxnyjt1u | cnn | LONDON, England (CNN) -- British police are reviewing the death of Rolling Stones founder Brian Jones, 40 years after the hard-living rocker was found dead in a swimming pool.
An autographed photo of Rolling Stones founder Brian Jones who was found dead in July 1969
Police in Sussex, in southern England, have confirmed they are examining documents given to them by an investigative journalist who has been researching events surrounding Jones' death.
Scott Jones, who is not related to the musician, has spent four years reviewing the evidence and speaking to key witnesses in the case.
In an article published in the Daily Mail in November 2008, Jones wrote, "I'm convinced Brian Jones' death was not fully investigated. The only question that remains is why?"
Brian Jones' body was found in the swimming pool after a party at his home in Cotchford Farm, East Sussex in July 1969. He was 27.
An inquest returned a verdict of death by misadventure, despite post mortem results showing he had not taken illegal drugs and had only consumed the alcoholic equivalent of three and a half pints of beer.
One of the most popular conspiracy theories that followed was that Jones was murdered by his builder, Frank Thorogood.
The theory gained credence after Thorogood allegedly confessed to the killing before his death in 1993. The storyline formed the basis of the 2005 film "Stoned."
Sussex police told CNN they could not say how long it would take to review the new material, nor whether it could lead to a full investigation. | 2 | How old was he? | 27 | 27 | 901 | 903 | false |
7,158 | cnn_1eddcd75a4f3a67897264087a2356431ba1aa3be.story | cnn_1eddcd75a4f3a67897264087a2356431ba1aa3be.story | 33lkr6a5kekyskkbs5mtn6qxnyjt1u | cnn | LONDON, England (CNN) -- British police are reviewing the death of Rolling Stones founder Brian Jones, 40 years after the hard-living rocker was found dead in a swimming pool.
An autographed photo of Rolling Stones founder Brian Jones who was found dead in July 1969
Police in Sussex, in southern England, have confirmed they are examining documents given to them by an investigative journalist who has been researching events surrounding Jones' death.
Scott Jones, who is not related to the musician, has spent four years reviewing the evidence and speaking to key witnesses in the case.
In an article published in the Daily Mail in November 2008, Jones wrote, "I'm convinced Brian Jones' death was not fully investigated. The only question that remains is why?"
Brian Jones' body was found in the swimming pool after a party at his home in Cotchford Farm, East Sussex in July 1969. He was 27.
An inquest returned a verdict of death by misadventure, despite post mortem results showing he had not taken illegal drugs and had only consumed the alcoholic equivalent of three and a half pints of beer.
One of the most popular conspiracy theories that followed was that Jones was murdered by his builder, Frank Thorogood.
The theory gained credence after Thorogood allegedly confessed to the killing before his death in 1993. The storyline formed the basis of the 2005 film "Stoned."
Sussex police told CNN they could not say how long it would take to review the new material, nor whether it could lead to a full investigation. | 3 | What was he the founder of? | Rolling Stones | Rolling Stones | 67 | 81 | false |
7,158 | cnn_1eddcd75a4f3a67897264087a2356431ba1aa3be.story | cnn_1eddcd75a4f3a67897264087a2356431ba1aa3be.story | 33lkr6a5kekyskkbs5mtn6qxnyjt1u | cnn | LONDON, England (CNN) -- British police are reviewing the death of Rolling Stones founder Brian Jones, 40 years after the hard-living rocker was found dead in a swimming pool.
An autographed photo of Rolling Stones founder Brian Jones who was found dead in July 1969
Police in Sussex, in southern England, have confirmed they are examining documents given to them by an investigative journalist who has been researching events surrounding Jones' death.
Scott Jones, who is not related to the musician, has spent four years reviewing the evidence and speaking to key witnesses in the case.
In an article published in the Daily Mail in November 2008, Jones wrote, "I'm convinced Brian Jones' death was not fully investigated. The only question that remains is why?"
Brian Jones' body was found in the swimming pool after a party at his home in Cotchford Farm, East Sussex in July 1969. He was 27.
An inquest returned a verdict of death by misadventure, despite post mortem results showing he had not taken illegal drugs and had only consumed the alcoholic equivalent of three and a half pints of beer.
One of the most popular conspiracy theories that followed was that Jones was murdered by his builder, Frank Thorogood.
The theory gained credence after Thorogood allegedly confessed to the killing before his death in 1993. The storyline formed the basis of the 2005 film "Stoned."
Sussex police told CNN they could not say how long it would take to review the new material, nor whether it could lead to a full investigation. | 4 | Where was he found? | swimming pool | swimming pool | 809 | 822 | false |
7,158 | cnn_1eddcd75a4f3a67897264087a2356431ba1aa3be.story | cnn_1eddcd75a4f3a67897264087a2356431ba1aa3be.story | 33lkr6a5kekyskkbs5mtn6qxnyjt1u | cnn | LONDON, England (CNN) -- British police are reviewing the death of Rolling Stones founder Brian Jones, 40 years after the hard-living rocker was found dead in a swimming pool.
An autographed photo of Rolling Stones founder Brian Jones who was found dead in July 1969
Police in Sussex, in southern England, have confirmed they are examining documents given to them by an investigative journalist who has been researching events surrounding Jones' death.
Scott Jones, who is not related to the musician, has spent four years reviewing the evidence and speaking to key witnesses in the case.
In an article published in the Daily Mail in November 2008, Jones wrote, "I'm convinced Brian Jones' death was not fully investigated. The only question that remains is why?"
Brian Jones' body was found in the swimming pool after a party at his home in Cotchford Farm, East Sussex in July 1969. He was 27.
An inquest returned a verdict of death by misadventure, despite post mortem results showing he had not taken illegal drugs and had only consumed the alcoholic equivalent of three and a half pints of beer.
One of the most popular conspiracy theories that followed was that Jones was murdered by his builder, Frank Thorogood.
The theory gained credence after Thorogood allegedly confessed to the killing before his death in 1993. The storyline formed the basis of the 2005 film "Stoned."
Sussex police told CNN they could not say how long it would take to review the new material, nor whether it could lead to a full investigation. | 5 | In what location? | Cotchford Farm, East Sussex | Cotchford Farm, East Sussex | 852 | 879 | false |
7,158 | cnn_1eddcd75a4f3a67897264087a2356431ba1aa3be.story | cnn_1eddcd75a4f3a67897264087a2356431ba1aa3be.story | 33lkr6a5kekyskkbs5mtn6qxnyjt1u | cnn | LONDON, England (CNN) -- British police are reviewing the death of Rolling Stones founder Brian Jones, 40 years after the hard-living rocker was found dead in a swimming pool.
An autographed photo of Rolling Stones founder Brian Jones who was found dead in July 1969
Police in Sussex, in southern England, have confirmed they are examining documents given to them by an investigative journalist who has been researching events surrounding Jones' death.
Scott Jones, who is not related to the musician, has spent four years reviewing the evidence and speaking to key witnesses in the case.
In an article published in the Daily Mail in November 2008, Jones wrote, "I'm convinced Brian Jones' death was not fully investigated. The only question that remains is why?"
Brian Jones' body was found in the swimming pool after a party at his home in Cotchford Farm, East Sussex in July 1969. He was 27.
An inquest returned a verdict of death by misadventure, despite post mortem results showing he had not taken illegal drugs and had only consumed the alcoholic equivalent of three and a half pints of beer.
One of the most popular conspiracy theories that followed was that Jones was murdered by his builder, Frank Thorogood.
The theory gained credence after Thorogood allegedly confessed to the killing before his death in 1993. The storyline formed the basis of the 2005 film "Stoned."
Sussex police told CNN they could not say how long it would take to review the new material, nor whether it could lead to a full investigation. | 6 | What are police looking at that a journalist gave them? | documents | documents | 344 | 353 | false |
7,158 | cnn_1eddcd75a4f3a67897264087a2356431ba1aa3be.story | cnn_1eddcd75a4f3a67897264087a2356431ba1aa3be.story | 33lkr6a5kekyskkbs5mtn6qxnyjt1u | cnn | LONDON, England (CNN) -- British police are reviewing the death of Rolling Stones founder Brian Jones, 40 years after the hard-living rocker was found dead in a swimming pool.
An autographed photo of Rolling Stones founder Brian Jones who was found dead in July 1969
Police in Sussex, in southern England, have confirmed they are examining documents given to them by an investigative journalist who has been researching events surrounding Jones' death.
Scott Jones, who is not related to the musician, has spent four years reviewing the evidence and speaking to key witnesses in the case.
In an article published in the Daily Mail in November 2008, Jones wrote, "I'm convinced Brian Jones' death was not fully investigated. The only question that remains is why?"
Brian Jones' body was found in the swimming pool after a party at his home in Cotchford Farm, East Sussex in July 1969. He was 27.
An inquest returned a verdict of death by misadventure, despite post mortem results showing he had not taken illegal drugs and had only consumed the alcoholic equivalent of three and a half pints of beer.
One of the most popular conspiracy theories that followed was that Jones was murdered by his builder, Frank Thorogood.
The theory gained credence after Thorogood allegedly confessed to the killing before his death in 1993. The storyline formed the basis of the 2005 film "Stoned."
Sussex police told CNN they could not say how long it would take to review the new material, nor whether it could lead to a full investigation. | 7 | What's the journalist's name? | Scott Jones | Scott Jones | 459 | 470 | false |
7,158 | cnn_1eddcd75a4f3a67897264087a2356431ba1aa3be.story | cnn_1eddcd75a4f3a67897264087a2356431ba1aa3be.story | 33lkr6a5kekyskkbs5mtn6qxnyjt1u | cnn | LONDON, England (CNN) -- British police are reviewing the death of Rolling Stones founder Brian Jones, 40 years after the hard-living rocker was found dead in a swimming pool.
An autographed photo of Rolling Stones founder Brian Jones who was found dead in July 1969
Police in Sussex, in southern England, have confirmed they are examining documents given to them by an investigative journalist who has been researching events surrounding Jones' death.
Scott Jones, who is not related to the musician, has spent four years reviewing the evidence and speaking to key witnesses in the case.
In an article published in the Daily Mail in November 2008, Jones wrote, "I'm convinced Brian Jones' death was not fully investigated. The only question that remains is why?"
Brian Jones' body was found in the swimming pool after a party at his home in Cotchford Farm, East Sussex in July 1969. He was 27.
An inquest returned a verdict of death by misadventure, despite post mortem results showing he had not taken illegal drugs and had only consumed the alcoholic equivalent of three and a half pints of beer.
One of the most popular conspiracy theories that followed was that Jones was murdered by his builder, Frank Thorogood.
The theory gained credence after Thorogood allegedly confessed to the killing before his death in 1993. The storyline formed the basis of the 2005 film "Stoned."
Sussex police told CNN they could not say how long it would take to review the new material, nor whether it could lead to a full investigation. | 8 | In what publication did he write an article about Brian Jones' death? | Daily Mail | Daily Mail | 628 | 638 | false |
7,158 | cnn_1eddcd75a4f3a67897264087a2356431ba1aa3be.story | cnn_1eddcd75a4f3a67897264087a2356431ba1aa3be.story | 33lkr6a5kekyskkbs5mtn6qxnyjt1u | cnn | LONDON, England (CNN) -- British police are reviewing the death of Rolling Stones founder Brian Jones, 40 years after the hard-living rocker was found dead in a swimming pool.
An autographed photo of Rolling Stones founder Brian Jones who was found dead in July 1969
Police in Sussex, in southern England, have confirmed they are examining documents given to them by an investigative journalist who has been researching events surrounding Jones' death.
Scott Jones, who is not related to the musician, has spent four years reviewing the evidence and speaking to key witnesses in the case.
In an article published in the Daily Mail in November 2008, Jones wrote, "I'm convinced Brian Jones' death was not fully investigated. The only question that remains is why?"
Brian Jones' body was found in the swimming pool after a party at his home in Cotchford Farm, East Sussex in July 1969. He was 27.
An inquest returned a verdict of death by misadventure, despite post mortem results showing he had not taken illegal drugs and had only consumed the alcoholic equivalent of three and a half pints of beer.
One of the most popular conspiracy theories that followed was that Jones was murdered by his builder, Frank Thorogood.
The theory gained credence after Thorogood allegedly confessed to the killing before his death in 1993. The storyline formed the basis of the 2005 film "Stoned."
Sussex police told CNN they could not say how long it would take to review the new material, nor whether it could lead to a full investigation. | 9 | What was the verdict about the death of Jones? | Jones was murdered by his builder, Frank Thorogood. | Jones was murdered by his builder, Frank Thorogood. | 1,181 | 1,233 | false |
7,158 | cnn_1eddcd75a4f3a67897264087a2356431ba1aa3be.story | cnn_1eddcd75a4f3a67897264087a2356431ba1aa3be.story | 33lkr6a5kekyskkbs5mtn6qxnyjt1u | cnn | LONDON, England (CNN) -- British police are reviewing the death of Rolling Stones founder Brian Jones, 40 years after the hard-living rocker was found dead in a swimming pool.
An autographed photo of Rolling Stones founder Brian Jones who was found dead in July 1969
Police in Sussex, in southern England, have confirmed they are examining documents given to them by an investigative journalist who has been researching events surrounding Jones' death.
Scott Jones, who is not related to the musician, has spent four years reviewing the evidence and speaking to key witnesses in the case.
In an article published in the Daily Mail in November 2008, Jones wrote, "I'm convinced Brian Jones' death was not fully investigated. The only question that remains is why?"
Brian Jones' body was found in the swimming pool after a party at his home in Cotchford Farm, East Sussex in July 1969. He was 27.
An inquest returned a verdict of death by misadventure, despite post mortem results showing he had not taken illegal drugs and had only consumed the alcoholic equivalent of three and a half pints of beer.
One of the most popular conspiracy theories that followed was that Jones was murdered by his builder, Frank Thorogood.
The theory gained credence after Thorogood allegedly confessed to the killing before his death in 1993. The storyline formed the basis of the 2005 film "Stoned."
Sussex police told CNN they could not say how long it would take to review the new material, nor whether it could lead to a full investigation. | 10 | What verdict did an inquest return? | death by misadventure | death by misadventure | 940 | 961 | false |
7,159 | data/gutenberg/txt/Grant Allen___What's Bred In the Bone.txt/CHAPTER XXXIII_d78455c5fb0386058b0b43359f33b0288a72e706590e6546e767fee | data/gutenberg/txt/Grant Allen___What's Bred In the Bone.txt/CHAPTER XXXIII_d78455c5fb0386058b0b43359f33b0288a72e706590e6546e767fee | 3zgvpd4g6thvng5j0gvlf0a90ditz5 | gutenberg | CHAPTER XXXIII.
TIME FLIES.
Eighteen months passed away in England, and nothing more was heard of the two fugitives to Africa. Lady Emily's cup was very full indeed. On the self-same day she learned of her husband's death and her son's mysterious and unaccountable disappearance. From that moment forth, he was to her as if dead. After Granville left, no letter or news of him, direct or indirect, ever reached Tilgate. It was all most inexplicable. He had disappeared into space, and no man knew of him.
Cyril, too, had now almost given up hoping for news of Guy. Slowly the conviction forced itself deeper and still deeper upon his mind, in spite of Elma, that Guy was really Montague Nevitt's murderer. Else how account for Guy's sudden disappearance, and for the fact that he never even wrote home his whereabouts? Nay, Guy's letter itself left no doubt upon his mind. Cyril went through life now oppressed continually with the terrible burden of being a murderer's brother.
And indeed everybody else--except Elma Clifford--implicitly shared that opinion with him. Cyril was sure the unknown benefactor shared it too, for Guy's six thousand pounds were never paid in to his credit--as indeed how could they, since Colonel Kelmscott, who had promised to pay them, died before receiving the balance of the purchase money for the Dowlands estate? Cyril slank through the world, then, weighed down by his shame, for Guy and he were each other's doubles, and he always had a deep underlying conviction that, as Guy was in any particular, so also in the very fibre of his nature he himself was. | 1 | Whose husband died? | Lady Emily's. | Lady Emily's cup was very full indeed. On the self-same day she learned of her husband's death | 135 | 229 | false |
7,159 | data/gutenberg/txt/Grant Allen___What's Bred In the Bone.txt/CHAPTER XXXIII_d78455c5fb0386058b0b43359f33b0288a72e706590e6546e767fee | data/gutenberg/txt/Grant Allen___What's Bred In the Bone.txt/CHAPTER XXXIII_d78455c5fb0386058b0b43359f33b0288a72e706590e6546e767fee | 3zgvpd4g6thvng5j0gvlf0a90ditz5 | gutenberg | CHAPTER XXXIII.
TIME FLIES.
Eighteen months passed away in England, and nothing more was heard of the two fugitives to Africa. Lady Emily's cup was very full indeed. On the self-same day she learned of her husband's death and her son's mysterious and unaccountable disappearance. From that moment forth, he was to her as if dead. After Granville left, no letter or news of him, direct or indirect, ever reached Tilgate. It was all most inexplicable. He had disappeared into space, and no man knew of him.
Cyril, too, had now almost given up hoping for news of Guy. Slowly the conviction forced itself deeper and still deeper upon his mind, in spite of Elma, that Guy was really Montague Nevitt's murderer. Else how account for Guy's sudden disappearance, and for the fact that he never even wrote home his whereabouts? Nay, Guy's letter itself left no doubt upon his mind. Cyril went through life now oppressed continually with the terrible burden of being a murderer's brother.
And indeed everybody else--except Elma Clifford--implicitly shared that opinion with him. Cyril was sure the unknown benefactor shared it too, for Guy's six thousand pounds were never paid in to his credit--as indeed how could they, since Colonel Kelmscott, who had promised to pay them, died before receiving the balance of the purchase money for the Dowlands estate? Cyril slank through the world, then, weighed down by his shame, for Guy and he were each other's doubles, and he always had a deep underlying conviction that, as Guy was in any particular, so also in the very fibre of his nature he himself was. | 2 | What happened to her son? | He disappeared. | and her son's mysterious and unaccountable disappearance | 230 | 286 | false |
7,159 | data/gutenberg/txt/Grant Allen___What's Bred In the Bone.txt/CHAPTER XXXIII_d78455c5fb0386058b0b43359f33b0288a72e706590e6546e767fee | data/gutenberg/txt/Grant Allen___What's Bred In the Bone.txt/CHAPTER XXXIII_d78455c5fb0386058b0b43359f33b0288a72e706590e6546e767fee | 3zgvpd4g6thvng5j0gvlf0a90ditz5 | gutenberg | CHAPTER XXXIII.
TIME FLIES.
Eighteen months passed away in England, and nothing more was heard of the two fugitives to Africa. Lady Emily's cup was very full indeed. On the self-same day she learned of her husband's death and her son's mysterious and unaccountable disappearance. From that moment forth, he was to her as if dead. After Granville left, no letter or news of him, direct or indirect, ever reached Tilgate. It was all most inexplicable. He had disappeared into space, and no man knew of him.
Cyril, too, had now almost given up hoping for news of Guy. Slowly the conviction forced itself deeper and still deeper upon his mind, in spite of Elma, that Guy was really Montague Nevitt's murderer. Else how account for Guy's sudden disappearance, and for the fact that he never even wrote home his whereabouts? Nay, Guy's letter itself left no doubt upon his mind. Cyril went through life now oppressed continually with the terrible burden of being a murderer's brother.
And indeed everybody else--except Elma Clifford--implicitly shared that opinion with him. Cyril was sure the unknown benefactor shared it too, for Guy's six thousand pounds were never paid in to his credit--as indeed how could they, since Colonel Kelmscott, who had promised to pay them, died before receiving the balance of the purchase money for the Dowlands estate? Cyril slank through the world, then, weighed down by his shame, for Guy and he were each other's doubles, and he always had a deep underlying conviction that, as Guy was in any particular, so also in the very fibre of his nature he himself was. | 3 | Where is she? | England. | Eighteen months passed away in England, | 36 | 75 | false |
7,159 | data/gutenberg/txt/Grant Allen___What's Bred In the Bone.txt/CHAPTER XXXIII_d78455c5fb0386058b0b43359f33b0288a72e706590e6546e767fee | data/gutenberg/txt/Grant Allen___What's Bred In the Bone.txt/CHAPTER XXXIII_d78455c5fb0386058b0b43359f33b0288a72e706590e6546e767fee | 3zgvpd4g6thvng5j0gvlf0a90ditz5 | gutenberg | CHAPTER XXXIII.
TIME FLIES.
Eighteen months passed away in England, and nothing more was heard of the two fugitives to Africa. Lady Emily's cup was very full indeed. On the self-same day she learned of her husband's death and her son's mysterious and unaccountable disappearance. From that moment forth, he was to her as if dead. After Granville left, no letter or news of him, direct or indirect, ever reached Tilgate. It was all most inexplicable. He had disappeared into space, and no man knew of him.
Cyril, too, had now almost given up hoping for news of Guy. Slowly the conviction forced itself deeper and still deeper upon his mind, in spite of Elma, that Guy was really Montague Nevitt's murderer. Else how account for Guy's sudden disappearance, and for the fact that he never even wrote home his whereabouts? Nay, Guy's letter itself left no doubt upon his mind. Cyril went through life now oppressed continually with the terrible burden of being a murderer's brother.
And indeed everybody else--except Elma Clifford--implicitly shared that opinion with him. Cyril was sure the unknown benefactor shared it too, for Guy's six thousand pounds were never paid in to his credit--as indeed how could they, since Colonel Kelmscott, who had promised to pay them, died before receiving the balance of the purchase money for the Dowlands estate? Cyril slank through the world, then, weighed down by his shame, for Guy and he were each other's doubles, and he always had a deep underlying conviction that, as Guy was in any particular, so also in the very fibre of his nature he himself was. | 4 | What is her son's name? | Granville. | After Granville left, no letter or news of him, | 337 | 385 | false |
7,159 | data/gutenberg/txt/Grant Allen___What's Bred In the Bone.txt/CHAPTER XXXIII_d78455c5fb0386058b0b43359f33b0288a72e706590e6546e767fee | data/gutenberg/txt/Grant Allen___What's Bred In the Bone.txt/CHAPTER XXXIII_d78455c5fb0386058b0b43359f33b0288a72e706590e6546e767fee | 3zgvpd4g6thvng5j0gvlf0a90ditz5 | gutenberg | CHAPTER XXXIII.
TIME FLIES.
Eighteen months passed away in England, and nothing more was heard of the two fugitives to Africa. Lady Emily's cup was very full indeed. On the self-same day she learned of her husband's death and her son's mysterious and unaccountable disappearance. From that moment forth, he was to her as if dead. After Granville left, no letter or news of him, direct or indirect, ever reached Tilgate. It was all most inexplicable. He had disappeared into space, and no man knew of him.
Cyril, too, had now almost given up hoping for news of Guy. Slowly the conviction forced itself deeper and still deeper upon his mind, in spite of Elma, that Guy was really Montague Nevitt's murderer. Else how account for Guy's sudden disappearance, and for the fact that he never even wrote home his whereabouts? Nay, Guy's letter itself left no doubt upon his mind. Cyril went through life now oppressed continually with the terrible burden of being a murderer's brother.
And indeed everybody else--except Elma Clifford--implicitly shared that opinion with him. Cyril was sure the unknown benefactor shared it too, for Guy's six thousand pounds were never paid in to his credit--as indeed how could they, since Colonel Kelmscott, who had promised to pay them, died before receiving the balance of the purchase money for the Dowlands estate? Cyril slank through the world, then, weighed down by his shame, for Guy and he were each other's doubles, and he always had a deep underlying conviction that, as Guy was in any particular, so also in the very fibre of his nature he himself was. | 5 | Did he write home? | No. | After Granville left, no letter or news of him, | 338 | 385 | false |
7,159 | data/gutenberg/txt/Grant Allen___What's Bred In the Bone.txt/CHAPTER XXXIII_d78455c5fb0386058b0b43359f33b0288a72e706590e6546e767fee | data/gutenberg/txt/Grant Allen___What's Bred In the Bone.txt/CHAPTER XXXIII_d78455c5fb0386058b0b43359f33b0288a72e706590e6546e767fee | 3zgvpd4g6thvng5j0gvlf0a90ditz5 | gutenberg | CHAPTER XXXIII.
TIME FLIES.
Eighteen months passed away in England, and nothing more was heard of the two fugitives to Africa. Lady Emily's cup was very full indeed. On the self-same day she learned of her husband's death and her son's mysterious and unaccountable disappearance. From that moment forth, he was to her as if dead. After Granville left, no letter or news of him, direct or indirect, ever reached Tilgate. It was all most inexplicable. He had disappeared into space, and no man knew of him.
Cyril, too, had now almost given up hoping for news of Guy. Slowly the conviction forced itself deeper and still deeper upon his mind, in spite of Elma, that Guy was really Montague Nevitt's murderer. Else how account for Guy's sudden disappearance, and for the fact that he never even wrote home his whereabouts? Nay, Guy's letter itself left no doubt upon his mind. Cyril went through life now oppressed continually with the terrible burden of being a murderer's brother.
And indeed everybody else--except Elma Clifford--implicitly shared that opinion with him. Cyril was sure the unknown benefactor shared it too, for Guy's six thousand pounds were never paid in to his credit--as indeed how could they, since Colonel Kelmscott, who had promised to pay them, died before receiving the balance of the purchase money for the Dowlands estate? Cyril slank through the world, then, weighed down by his shame, for Guy and he were each other's doubles, and he always had a deep underlying conviction that, as Guy was in any particular, so also in the very fibre of his nature he himself was. | 6 | Does anybody know where he is? | No. | He had disappeared into space, and no man knew of him. | 457 | 513 | false |
7,159 | data/gutenberg/txt/Grant Allen___What's Bred In the Bone.txt/CHAPTER XXXIII_d78455c5fb0386058b0b43359f33b0288a72e706590e6546e767fee | data/gutenberg/txt/Grant Allen___What's Bred In the Bone.txt/CHAPTER XXXIII_d78455c5fb0386058b0b43359f33b0288a72e706590e6546e767fee | 3zgvpd4g6thvng5j0gvlf0a90ditz5 | gutenberg | CHAPTER XXXIII.
TIME FLIES.
Eighteen months passed away in England, and nothing more was heard of the two fugitives to Africa. Lady Emily's cup was very full indeed. On the self-same day she learned of her husband's death and her son's mysterious and unaccountable disappearance. From that moment forth, he was to her as if dead. After Granville left, no letter or news of him, direct or indirect, ever reached Tilgate. It was all most inexplicable. He had disappeared into space, and no man knew of him.
Cyril, too, had now almost given up hoping for news of Guy. Slowly the conviction forced itself deeper and still deeper upon his mind, in spite of Elma, that Guy was really Montague Nevitt's murderer. Else how account for Guy's sudden disappearance, and for the fact that he never even wrote home his whereabouts? Nay, Guy's letter itself left no doubt upon his mind. Cyril went through life now oppressed continually with the terrible burden of being a murderer's brother.
And indeed everybody else--except Elma Clifford--implicitly shared that opinion with him. Cyril was sure the unknown benefactor shared it too, for Guy's six thousand pounds were never paid in to his credit--as indeed how could they, since Colonel Kelmscott, who had promised to pay them, died before receiving the balance of the purchase money for the Dowlands estate? Cyril slank through the world, then, weighed down by his shame, for Guy and he were each other's doubles, and he always had a deep underlying conviction that, as Guy was in any particular, so also in the very fibre of his nature he himself was. | 7 | Who was killed | Montague Nevitt. | Guy was really Montague Nevitt's murderer. | 673 | 716 | false |
7,159 | data/gutenberg/txt/Grant Allen___What's Bred In the Bone.txt/CHAPTER XXXIII_d78455c5fb0386058b0b43359f33b0288a72e706590e6546e767fee | data/gutenberg/txt/Grant Allen___What's Bred In the Bone.txt/CHAPTER XXXIII_d78455c5fb0386058b0b43359f33b0288a72e706590e6546e767fee | 3zgvpd4g6thvng5j0gvlf0a90ditz5 | gutenberg | CHAPTER XXXIII.
TIME FLIES.
Eighteen months passed away in England, and nothing more was heard of the two fugitives to Africa. Lady Emily's cup was very full indeed. On the self-same day she learned of her husband's death and her son's mysterious and unaccountable disappearance. From that moment forth, he was to her as if dead. After Granville left, no letter or news of him, direct or indirect, ever reached Tilgate. It was all most inexplicable. He had disappeared into space, and no man knew of him.
Cyril, too, had now almost given up hoping for news of Guy. Slowly the conviction forced itself deeper and still deeper upon his mind, in spite of Elma, that Guy was really Montague Nevitt's murderer. Else how account for Guy's sudden disappearance, and for the fact that he never even wrote home his whereabouts? Nay, Guy's letter itself left no doubt upon his mind. Cyril went through life now oppressed continually with the terrible burden of being a murderer's brother.
And indeed everybody else--except Elma Clifford--implicitly shared that opinion with him. Cyril was sure the unknown benefactor shared it too, for Guy's six thousand pounds were never paid in to his credit--as indeed how could they, since Colonel Kelmscott, who had promised to pay them, died before receiving the balance of the purchase money for the Dowlands estate? Cyril slank through the world, then, weighed down by his shame, for Guy and he were each other's doubles, and he always had a deep underlying conviction that, as Guy was in any particular, so also in the very fibre of his nature he himself was. | 8 | Was it a homicide? | Yes. | Cyril went through life now oppressed continually with the terrible burden of being a murderer's brother.
| 882 | 990 | false |
7,159 | data/gutenberg/txt/Grant Allen___What's Bred In the Bone.txt/CHAPTER XXXIII_d78455c5fb0386058b0b43359f33b0288a72e706590e6546e767fee | data/gutenberg/txt/Grant Allen___What's Bred In the Bone.txt/CHAPTER XXXIII_d78455c5fb0386058b0b43359f33b0288a72e706590e6546e767fee | 3zgvpd4g6thvng5j0gvlf0a90ditz5 | gutenberg | CHAPTER XXXIII.
TIME FLIES.
Eighteen months passed away in England, and nothing more was heard of the two fugitives to Africa. Lady Emily's cup was very full indeed. On the self-same day she learned of her husband's death and her son's mysterious and unaccountable disappearance. From that moment forth, he was to her as if dead. After Granville left, no letter or news of him, direct or indirect, ever reached Tilgate. It was all most inexplicable. He had disappeared into space, and no man knew of him.
Cyril, too, had now almost given up hoping for news of Guy. Slowly the conviction forced itself deeper and still deeper upon his mind, in spite of Elma, that Guy was really Montague Nevitt's murderer. Else how account for Guy's sudden disappearance, and for the fact that he never even wrote home his whereabouts? Nay, Guy's letter itself left no doubt upon his mind. Cyril went through life now oppressed continually with the terrible burden of being a murderer's brother.
And indeed everybody else--except Elma Clifford--implicitly shared that opinion with him. Cyril was sure the unknown benefactor shared it too, for Guy's six thousand pounds were never paid in to his credit--as indeed how could they, since Colonel Kelmscott, who had promised to pay them, died before receiving the balance of the purchase money for the Dowlands estate? Cyril slank through the world, then, weighed down by his shame, for Guy and he were each other's doubles, and he always had a deep underlying conviction that, as Guy was in any particular, so also in the very fibre of his nature he himself was. | 9 | Could the killer be charged with a crime? | Yes. | Nay, Guy's letter itself left no doubt upon his mind. Cyril went through life now oppressed continually with the terrible burden of being a murderer's brother.
| 829 | 990 | false |
7,159 | data/gutenberg/txt/Grant Allen___What's Bred In the Bone.txt/CHAPTER XXXIII_d78455c5fb0386058b0b43359f33b0288a72e706590e6546e767fee | data/gutenberg/txt/Grant Allen___What's Bred In the Bone.txt/CHAPTER XXXIII_d78455c5fb0386058b0b43359f33b0288a72e706590e6546e767fee | 3zgvpd4g6thvng5j0gvlf0a90ditz5 | gutenberg | CHAPTER XXXIII.
TIME FLIES.
Eighteen months passed away in England, and nothing more was heard of the two fugitives to Africa. Lady Emily's cup was very full indeed. On the self-same day she learned of her husband's death and her son's mysterious and unaccountable disappearance. From that moment forth, he was to her as if dead. After Granville left, no letter or news of him, direct or indirect, ever reached Tilgate. It was all most inexplicable. He had disappeared into space, and no man knew of him.
Cyril, too, had now almost given up hoping for news of Guy. Slowly the conviction forced itself deeper and still deeper upon his mind, in spite of Elma, that Guy was really Montague Nevitt's murderer. Else how account for Guy's sudden disappearance, and for the fact that he never even wrote home his whereabouts? Nay, Guy's letter itself left no doubt upon his mind. Cyril went through life now oppressed continually with the terrible burden of being a murderer's brother.
And indeed everybody else--except Elma Clifford--implicitly shared that opinion with him. Cyril was sure the unknown benefactor shared it too, for Guy's six thousand pounds were never paid in to his credit--as indeed how could they, since Colonel Kelmscott, who had promised to pay them, died before receiving the balance of the purchase money for the Dowlands estate? Cyril slank through the world, then, weighed down by his shame, for Guy and he were each other's doubles, and he always had a deep underlying conviction that, as Guy was in any particular, so also in the very fibre of his nature he himself was. | 10 | Who might of done it? | Guy. | Nay, Guy's letter itself left no doubt upon his mind. Cyril went through life now oppressed continually with the terrible burden of being a murderer's brother.
| 829 | 990 | false |
7,159 | data/gutenberg/txt/Grant Allen___What's Bred In the Bone.txt/CHAPTER XXXIII_d78455c5fb0386058b0b43359f33b0288a72e706590e6546e767fee | data/gutenberg/txt/Grant Allen___What's Bred In the Bone.txt/CHAPTER XXXIII_d78455c5fb0386058b0b43359f33b0288a72e706590e6546e767fee | 3zgvpd4g6thvng5j0gvlf0a90ditz5 | gutenberg | CHAPTER XXXIII.
TIME FLIES.
Eighteen months passed away in England, and nothing more was heard of the two fugitives to Africa. Lady Emily's cup was very full indeed. On the self-same day she learned of her husband's death and her son's mysterious and unaccountable disappearance. From that moment forth, he was to her as if dead. After Granville left, no letter or news of him, direct or indirect, ever reached Tilgate. It was all most inexplicable. He had disappeared into space, and no man knew of him.
Cyril, too, had now almost given up hoping for news of Guy. Slowly the conviction forced itself deeper and still deeper upon his mind, in spite of Elma, that Guy was really Montague Nevitt's murderer. Else how account for Guy's sudden disappearance, and for the fact that he never even wrote home his whereabouts? Nay, Guy's letter itself left no doubt upon his mind. Cyril went through life now oppressed continually with the terrible burden of being a murderer's brother.
And indeed everybody else--except Elma Clifford--implicitly shared that opinion with him. Cyril was sure the unknown benefactor shared it too, for Guy's six thousand pounds were never paid in to his credit--as indeed how could they, since Colonel Kelmscott, who had promised to pay them, died before receiving the balance of the purchase money for the Dowlands estate? Cyril slank through the world, then, weighed down by his shame, for Guy and he were each other's doubles, and he always had a deep underlying conviction that, as Guy was in any particular, so also in the very fibre of his nature he himself was. | 11 | Who is his brother? | Cyril. | Cyril went through life now oppressed continually with the terrible burden of being a murderer's brother. | 883 | 989 | false |
7,159 | data/gutenberg/txt/Grant Allen___What's Bred In the Bone.txt/CHAPTER XXXIII_d78455c5fb0386058b0b43359f33b0288a72e706590e6546e767fee | data/gutenberg/txt/Grant Allen___What's Bred In the Bone.txt/CHAPTER XXXIII_d78455c5fb0386058b0b43359f33b0288a72e706590e6546e767fee | 3zgvpd4g6thvng5j0gvlf0a90ditz5 | gutenberg | CHAPTER XXXIII.
TIME FLIES.
Eighteen months passed away in England, and nothing more was heard of the two fugitives to Africa. Lady Emily's cup was very full indeed. On the self-same day she learned of her husband's death and her son's mysterious and unaccountable disappearance. From that moment forth, he was to her as if dead. After Granville left, no letter or news of him, direct or indirect, ever reached Tilgate. It was all most inexplicable. He had disappeared into space, and no man knew of him.
Cyril, too, had now almost given up hoping for news of Guy. Slowly the conviction forced itself deeper and still deeper upon his mind, in spite of Elma, that Guy was really Montague Nevitt's murderer. Else how account for Guy's sudden disappearance, and for the fact that he never even wrote home his whereabouts? Nay, Guy's letter itself left no doubt upon his mind. Cyril went through life now oppressed continually with the terrible burden of being a murderer's brother.
And indeed everybody else--except Elma Clifford--implicitly shared that opinion with him. Cyril was sure the unknown benefactor shared it too, for Guy's six thousand pounds were never paid in to his credit--as indeed how could they, since Colonel Kelmscott, who had promised to pay them, died before receiving the balance of the purchase money for the Dowlands estate? Cyril slank through the world, then, weighed down by his shame, for Guy and he were each other's doubles, and he always had a deep underlying conviction that, as Guy was in any particular, so also in the very fibre of his nature he himself was. | 12 | Does he think he's the killer | Yes. | Nay, Guy's letter itself left no doubt upon his mind. Cyril went through life now oppressed continually | 829 | 932 | false |
7,159 | data/gutenberg/txt/Grant Allen___What's Bred In the Bone.txt/CHAPTER XXXIII_d78455c5fb0386058b0b43359f33b0288a72e706590e6546e767fee | data/gutenberg/txt/Grant Allen___What's Bred In the Bone.txt/CHAPTER XXXIII_d78455c5fb0386058b0b43359f33b0288a72e706590e6546e767fee | 3zgvpd4g6thvng5j0gvlf0a90ditz5 | gutenberg | CHAPTER XXXIII.
TIME FLIES.
Eighteen months passed away in England, and nothing more was heard of the two fugitives to Africa. Lady Emily's cup was very full indeed. On the self-same day she learned of her husband's death and her son's mysterious and unaccountable disappearance. From that moment forth, he was to her as if dead. After Granville left, no letter or news of him, direct or indirect, ever reached Tilgate. It was all most inexplicable. He had disappeared into space, and no man knew of him.
Cyril, too, had now almost given up hoping for news of Guy. Slowly the conviction forced itself deeper and still deeper upon his mind, in spite of Elma, that Guy was really Montague Nevitt's murderer. Else how account for Guy's sudden disappearance, and for the fact that he never even wrote home his whereabouts? Nay, Guy's letter itself left no doubt upon his mind. Cyril went through life now oppressed continually with the terrible burden of being a murderer's brother.
And indeed everybody else--except Elma Clifford--implicitly shared that opinion with him. Cyril was sure the unknown benefactor shared it too, for Guy's six thousand pounds were never paid in to his credit--as indeed how could they, since Colonel Kelmscott, who had promised to pay them, died before receiving the balance of the purchase money for the Dowlands estate? Cyril slank through the world, then, weighed down by his shame, for Guy and he were each other's doubles, and he always had a deep underlying conviction that, as Guy was in any particular, so also in the very fibre of his nature he himself was. | 13 | Does everyone? | No. | And indeed everybody else--except Elma Clifford--implicitly shared that opinion with him. | 991 | 1,081 | false |
7,159 | data/gutenberg/txt/Grant Allen___What's Bred In the Bone.txt/CHAPTER XXXIII_d78455c5fb0386058b0b43359f33b0288a72e706590e6546e767fee | data/gutenberg/txt/Grant Allen___What's Bred In the Bone.txt/CHAPTER XXXIII_d78455c5fb0386058b0b43359f33b0288a72e706590e6546e767fee | 3zgvpd4g6thvng5j0gvlf0a90ditz5 | gutenberg | CHAPTER XXXIII.
TIME FLIES.
Eighteen months passed away in England, and nothing more was heard of the two fugitives to Africa. Lady Emily's cup was very full indeed. On the self-same day she learned of her husband's death and her son's mysterious and unaccountable disappearance. From that moment forth, he was to her as if dead. After Granville left, no letter or news of him, direct or indirect, ever reached Tilgate. It was all most inexplicable. He had disappeared into space, and no man knew of him.
Cyril, too, had now almost given up hoping for news of Guy. Slowly the conviction forced itself deeper and still deeper upon his mind, in spite of Elma, that Guy was really Montague Nevitt's murderer. Else how account for Guy's sudden disappearance, and for the fact that he never even wrote home his whereabouts? Nay, Guy's letter itself left no doubt upon his mind. Cyril went through life now oppressed continually with the terrible burden of being a murderer's brother.
And indeed everybody else--except Elma Clifford--implicitly shared that opinion with him. Cyril was sure the unknown benefactor shared it too, for Guy's six thousand pounds were never paid in to his credit--as indeed how could they, since Colonel Kelmscott, who had promised to pay them, died before receiving the balance of the purchase money for the Dowlands estate? Cyril slank through the world, then, weighed down by his shame, for Guy and he were each other's doubles, and he always had a deep underlying conviction that, as Guy was in any particular, so also in the very fibre of his nature he himself was. | 14 | Who doesn't? | Elma Clifford. | And indeed everybody else--except Elma Clifford--implicitly shared that opinion with him | 991 | 1,079 | false |
7,159 | data/gutenberg/txt/Grant Allen___What's Bred In the Bone.txt/CHAPTER XXXIII_d78455c5fb0386058b0b43359f33b0288a72e706590e6546e767fee | data/gutenberg/txt/Grant Allen___What's Bred In the Bone.txt/CHAPTER XXXIII_d78455c5fb0386058b0b43359f33b0288a72e706590e6546e767fee | 3zgvpd4g6thvng5j0gvlf0a90ditz5 | gutenberg | CHAPTER XXXIII.
TIME FLIES.
Eighteen months passed away in England, and nothing more was heard of the two fugitives to Africa. Lady Emily's cup was very full indeed. On the self-same day she learned of her husband's death and her son's mysterious and unaccountable disappearance. From that moment forth, he was to her as if dead. After Granville left, no letter or news of him, direct or indirect, ever reached Tilgate. It was all most inexplicable. He had disappeared into space, and no man knew of him.
Cyril, too, had now almost given up hoping for news of Guy. Slowly the conviction forced itself deeper and still deeper upon his mind, in spite of Elma, that Guy was really Montague Nevitt's murderer. Else how account for Guy's sudden disappearance, and for the fact that he never even wrote home his whereabouts? Nay, Guy's letter itself left no doubt upon his mind. Cyril went through life now oppressed continually with the terrible burden of being a murderer's brother.
And indeed everybody else--except Elma Clifford--implicitly shared that opinion with him. Cyril was sure the unknown benefactor shared it too, for Guy's six thousand pounds were never paid in to his credit--as indeed how could they, since Colonel Kelmscott, who had promised to pay them, died before receiving the balance of the purchase money for the Dowlands estate? Cyril slank through the world, then, weighed down by his shame, for Guy and he were each other's doubles, and he always had a deep underlying conviction that, as Guy was in any particular, so also in the very fibre of his nature he himself was. | 15 | Is Guy missing? | Yes. | Else how account for Guy's sudden disappearance, and for the fact that he never even wrote home his whereabouts? | 716 | 828 | false |
7,159 | data/gutenberg/txt/Grant Allen___What's Bred In the Bone.txt/CHAPTER XXXIII_d78455c5fb0386058b0b43359f33b0288a72e706590e6546e767fee | data/gutenberg/txt/Grant Allen___What's Bred In the Bone.txt/CHAPTER XXXIII_d78455c5fb0386058b0b43359f33b0288a72e706590e6546e767fee | 3zgvpd4g6thvng5j0gvlf0a90ditz5 | gutenberg | CHAPTER XXXIII.
TIME FLIES.
Eighteen months passed away in England, and nothing more was heard of the two fugitives to Africa. Lady Emily's cup was very full indeed. On the self-same day she learned of her husband's death and her son's mysterious and unaccountable disappearance. From that moment forth, he was to her as if dead. After Granville left, no letter or news of him, direct or indirect, ever reached Tilgate. It was all most inexplicable. He had disappeared into space, and no man knew of him.
Cyril, too, had now almost given up hoping for news of Guy. Slowly the conviction forced itself deeper and still deeper upon his mind, in spite of Elma, that Guy was really Montague Nevitt's murderer. Else how account for Guy's sudden disappearance, and for the fact that he never even wrote home his whereabouts? Nay, Guy's letter itself left no doubt upon his mind. Cyril went through life now oppressed continually with the terrible burden of being a murderer's brother.
And indeed everybody else--except Elma Clifford--implicitly shared that opinion with him. Cyril was sure the unknown benefactor shared it too, for Guy's six thousand pounds were never paid in to his credit--as indeed how could they, since Colonel Kelmscott, who had promised to pay them, died before receiving the balance of the purchase money for the Dowlands estate? Cyril slank through the world, then, weighed down by his shame, for Guy and he were each other's doubles, and he always had a deep underlying conviction that, as Guy was in any particular, so also in the very fibre of his nature he himself was. | 16 | What is Cyril's burden? | Being a murderer's brother. | Cyril went through life now oppressed continually with the terrible burden of being a murderer's brother.
| 883 | 990 | false |
7,159 | data/gutenberg/txt/Grant Allen___What's Bred In the Bone.txt/CHAPTER XXXIII_d78455c5fb0386058b0b43359f33b0288a72e706590e6546e767fee | data/gutenberg/txt/Grant Allen___What's Bred In the Bone.txt/CHAPTER XXXIII_d78455c5fb0386058b0b43359f33b0288a72e706590e6546e767fee | 3zgvpd4g6thvng5j0gvlf0a90ditz5 | gutenberg | CHAPTER XXXIII.
TIME FLIES.
Eighteen months passed away in England, and nothing more was heard of the two fugitives to Africa. Lady Emily's cup was very full indeed. On the self-same day she learned of her husband's death and her son's mysterious and unaccountable disappearance. From that moment forth, he was to her as if dead. After Granville left, no letter or news of him, direct or indirect, ever reached Tilgate. It was all most inexplicable. He had disappeared into space, and no man knew of him.
Cyril, too, had now almost given up hoping for news of Guy. Slowly the conviction forced itself deeper and still deeper upon his mind, in spite of Elma, that Guy was really Montague Nevitt's murderer. Else how account for Guy's sudden disappearance, and for the fact that he never even wrote home his whereabouts? Nay, Guy's letter itself left no doubt upon his mind. Cyril went through life now oppressed continually with the terrible burden of being a murderer's brother.
And indeed everybody else--except Elma Clifford--implicitly shared that opinion with him. Cyril was sure the unknown benefactor shared it too, for Guy's six thousand pounds were never paid in to his credit--as indeed how could they, since Colonel Kelmscott, who had promised to pay them, died before receiving the balance of the purchase money for the Dowlands estate? Cyril slank through the world, then, weighed down by his shame, for Guy and he were each other's doubles, and he always had a deep underlying conviction that, as Guy was in any particular, so also in the very fibre of his nature he himself was. | 17 | How does it make him fee? | Oppressed continually. | Cyril went through life now oppressed continually | 883 | 932 | false |
7,159 | data/gutenberg/txt/Grant Allen___What's Bred In the Bone.txt/CHAPTER XXXIII_d78455c5fb0386058b0b43359f33b0288a72e706590e6546e767fee | data/gutenberg/txt/Grant Allen___What's Bred In the Bone.txt/CHAPTER XXXIII_d78455c5fb0386058b0b43359f33b0288a72e706590e6546e767fee | 3zgvpd4g6thvng5j0gvlf0a90ditz5 | gutenberg | CHAPTER XXXIII.
TIME FLIES.
Eighteen months passed away in England, and nothing more was heard of the two fugitives to Africa. Lady Emily's cup was very full indeed. On the self-same day she learned of her husband's death and her son's mysterious and unaccountable disappearance. From that moment forth, he was to her as if dead. After Granville left, no letter or news of him, direct or indirect, ever reached Tilgate. It was all most inexplicable. He had disappeared into space, and no man knew of him.
Cyril, too, had now almost given up hoping for news of Guy. Slowly the conviction forced itself deeper and still deeper upon his mind, in spite of Elma, that Guy was really Montague Nevitt's murderer. Else how account for Guy's sudden disappearance, and for the fact that he never even wrote home his whereabouts? Nay, Guy's letter itself left no doubt upon his mind. Cyril went through life now oppressed continually with the terrible burden of being a murderer's brother.
And indeed everybody else--except Elma Clifford--implicitly shared that opinion with him. Cyril was sure the unknown benefactor shared it too, for Guy's six thousand pounds were never paid in to his credit--as indeed how could they, since Colonel Kelmscott, who had promised to pay them, died before receiving the balance of the purchase money for the Dowlands estate? Cyril slank through the world, then, weighed down by his shame, for Guy and he were each other's doubles, and he always had a deep underlying conviction that, as Guy was in any particular, so also in the very fibre of his nature he himself was. | 18 | Who was going to take care of Guy's money? | Unknown benefactor. | Cyril was sure the unknown benefactor shared it too, | 1,081 | 1,133 | false |
7,159 | data/gutenberg/txt/Grant Allen___What's Bred In the Bone.txt/CHAPTER XXXIII_d78455c5fb0386058b0b43359f33b0288a72e706590e6546e767fee | data/gutenberg/txt/Grant Allen___What's Bred In the Bone.txt/CHAPTER XXXIII_d78455c5fb0386058b0b43359f33b0288a72e706590e6546e767fee | 3zgvpd4g6thvng5j0gvlf0a90ditz5 | gutenberg | CHAPTER XXXIII.
TIME FLIES.
Eighteen months passed away in England, and nothing more was heard of the two fugitives to Africa. Lady Emily's cup was very full indeed. On the self-same day she learned of her husband's death and her son's mysterious and unaccountable disappearance. From that moment forth, he was to her as if dead. After Granville left, no letter or news of him, direct or indirect, ever reached Tilgate. It was all most inexplicable. He had disappeared into space, and no man knew of him.
Cyril, too, had now almost given up hoping for news of Guy. Slowly the conviction forced itself deeper and still deeper upon his mind, in spite of Elma, that Guy was really Montague Nevitt's murderer. Else how account for Guy's sudden disappearance, and for the fact that he never even wrote home his whereabouts? Nay, Guy's letter itself left no doubt upon his mind. Cyril went through life now oppressed continually with the terrible burden of being a murderer's brother.
And indeed everybody else--except Elma Clifford--implicitly shared that opinion with him. Cyril was sure the unknown benefactor shared it too, for Guy's six thousand pounds were never paid in to his credit--as indeed how could they, since Colonel Kelmscott, who had promised to pay them, died before receiving the balance of the purchase money for the Dowlands estate? Cyril slank through the world, then, weighed down by his shame, for Guy and he were each other's doubles, and he always had a deep underlying conviction that, as Guy was in any particular, so also in the very fibre of his nature he himself was. | 19 | What was never paid? | Six thousand pounds. | uy's six thousand pounds were never paid in to his credit- | 1,139 | 1,197 | false |
7,159 | data/gutenberg/txt/Grant Allen___What's Bred In the Bone.txt/CHAPTER XXXIII_d78455c5fb0386058b0b43359f33b0288a72e706590e6546e767fee | data/gutenberg/txt/Grant Allen___What's Bred In the Bone.txt/CHAPTER XXXIII_d78455c5fb0386058b0b43359f33b0288a72e706590e6546e767fee | 3zgvpd4g6thvng5j0gvlf0a90ditz5 | gutenberg | CHAPTER XXXIII.
TIME FLIES.
Eighteen months passed away in England, and nothing more was heard of the two fugitives to Africa. Lady Emily's cup was very full indeed. On the self-same day she learned of her husband's death and her son's mysterious and unaccountable disappearance. From that moment forth, he was to her as if dead. After Granville left, no letter or news of him, direct or indirect, ever reached Tilgate. It was all most inexplicable. He had disappeared into space, and no man knew of him.
Cyril, too, had now almost given up hoping for news of Guy. Slowly the conviction forced itself deeper and still deeper upon his mind, in spite of Elma, that Guy was really Montague Nevitt's murderer. Else how account for Guy's sudden disappearance, and for the fact that he never even wrote home his whereabouts? Nay, Guy's letter itself left no doubt upon his mind. Cyril went through life now oppressed continually with the terrible burden of being a murderer's brother.
And indeed everybody else--except Elma Clifford--implicitly shared that opinion with him. Cyril was sure the unknown benefactor shared it too, for Guy's six thousand pounds were never paid in to his credit--as indeed how could they, since Colonel Kelmscott, who had promised to pay them, died before receiving the balance of the purchase money for the Dowlands estate? Cyril slank through the world, then, weighed down by his shame, for Guy and he were each other's doubles, and he always had a deep underlying conviction that, as Guy was in any particular, so also in the very fibre of his nature he himself was. | 20 | Who passed away before he could get that done? | Colonel Kelmscott. | s indeed how could they, since Colonel Kelmscott, who had promised to pay them, died before receiving the balance of the purchase money for the Dowlands estate? | 1,199 | 1,359 | false |
7,160 | middle7215.txt | middle7215.txt | 3hwrjooet52wxl18ftcikld5aswsei | race | Peter was walking in the street with two big and heavy boxes. A stranger walked up to him and asked, "What is the time?" Peter stopped, put down the boxes and looked at his watch. "It's five fifteen," he said. "Hey, what a nice watch!" said the stranger. Peter smiled a little and said, "Yes, it's not bad. Look at this." Then he showed the stranger the time for 86 big cities in the world. He hit a few buttons and it told the time in Chinese. Peter went on ," You can set it in English, Chinese, Japanese and so on." The stranger looked very interested in the watch. "That's not all," said Peter. He then pushed a few more buttons and there was a small map appeared on the watch. "The map can show where we are," said Peter. "I want to buy this watch!" said the stranger. "Oh, no, I' m not selling it. I designed it myself. I spent nearly two years making it." said Peter. "Oh, you are the designer. I'll give you $ 1,000 for it!" "Oh, no, I spent more than that." "I'll give you $ 5,000 for it!" Peter stopped to think. The stranger quickly gave him a check and said ,"$ 5,000. Here it is." Peter finally agreed to sell the watch. When the stranger was going to leave with the watch, Peter pointed to the two big boxes and said, "Hey, wait a minute. Don' t forget your batteries ." | 1 | Who was wearing a nice watch? | Peter | Peter | 0 | 6 | false |
7,160 | middle7215.txt | middle7215.txt | 3hwrjooet52wxl18ftcikld5aswsei | race | Peter was walking in the street with two big and heavy boxes. A stranger walked up to him and asked, "What is the time?" Peter stopped, put down the boxes and looked at his watch. "It's five fifteen," he said. "Hey, what a nice watch!" said the stranger. Peter smiled a little and said, "Yes, it's not bad. Look at this." Then he showed the stranger the time for 86 big cities in the world. He hit a few buttons and it told the time in Chinese. Peter went on ," You can set it in English, Chinese, Japanese and so on." The stranger looked very interested in the watch. "That's not all," said Peter. He then pushed a few more buttons and there was a small map appeared on the watch. "The map can show where we are," said Peter. "I want to buy this watch!" said the stranger. "Oh, no, I' m not selling it. I designed it myself. I spent nearly two years making it." said Peter. "Oh, you are the designer. I'll give you $ 1,000 for it!" "Oh, no, I spent more than that." "I'll give you $ 5,000 for it!" Peter stopped to think. The stranger quickly gave him a check and said ,"$ 5,000. Here it is." Peter finally agreed to sell the watch. When the stranger was going to leave with the watch, Peter pointed to the two big boxes and said, "Hey, wait a minute. Don' t forget your batteries ." | 2 | What was he carrying? | two big and heavy boxes | two big and heavy boxes | 36 | 60 | false |
7,160 | middle7215.txt | middle7215.txt | 3hwrjooet52wxl18ftcikld5aswsei | race | Peter was walking in the street with two big and heavy boxes. A stranger walked up to him and asked, "What is the time?" Peter stopped, put down the boxes and looked at his watch. "It's five fifteen," he said. "Hey, what a nice watch!" said the stranger. Peter smiled a little and said, "Yes, it's not bad. Look at this." Then he showed the stranger the time for 86 big cities in the world. He hit a few buttons and it told the time in Chinese. Peter went on ," You can set it in English, Chinese, Japanese and so on." The stranger looked very interested in the watch. "That's not all," said Peter. He then pushed a few more buttons and there was a small map appeared on the watch. "The map can show where we are," said Peter. "I want to buy this watch!" said the stranger. "Oh, no, I' m not selling it. I designed it myself. I spent nearly two years making it." said Peter. "Oh, you are the designer. I'll give you $ 1,000 for it!" "Oh, no, I spent more than that." "I'll give you $ 5,000 for it!" Peter stopped to think. The stranger quickly gave him a check and said ,"$ 5,000. Here it is." Peter finally agreed to sell the watch. When the stranger was going to leave with the watch, Peter pointed to the two big boxes and said, "Hey, wait a minute. Don' t forget your batteries ." | 3 | What was inside the boxes? | batteries | batteries | 1,272 | 1,281 | false |
7,160 | middle7215.txt | middle7215.txt | 3hwrjooet52wxl18ftcikld5aswsei | race | Peter was walking in the street with two big and heavy boxes. A stranger walked up to him and asked, "What is the time?" Peter stopped, put down the boxes and looked at his watch. "It's five fifteen," he said. "Hey, what a nice watch!" said the stranger. Peter smiled a little and said, "Yes, it's not bad. Look at this." Then he showed the stranger the time for 86 big cities in the world. He hit a few buttons and it told the time in Chinese. Peter went on ," You can set it in English, Chinese, Japanese and so on." The stranger looked very interested in the watch. "That's not all," said Peter. He then pushed a few more buttons and there was a small map appeared on the watch. "The map can show where we are," said Peter. "I want to buy this watch!" said the stranger. "Oh, no, I' m not selling it. I designed it myself. I spent nearly two years making it." said Peter. "Oh, you are the designer. I'll give you $ 1,000 for it!" "Oh, no, I spent more than that." "I'll give you $ 5,000 for it!" Peter stopped to think. The stranger quickly gave him a check and said ,"$ 5,000. Here it is." Peter finally agreed to sell the watch. When the stranger was going to leave with the watch, Peter pointed to the two big boxes and said, "Hey, wait a minute. Don' t forget your batteries ." | 4 | Did Peter design his watch? | yes | I designed it myself. | 804 | 825 | false |
7,160 | middle7215.txt | middle7215.txt | 3hwrjooet52wxl18ftcikld5aswsei | race | Peter was walking in the street with two big and heavy boxes. A stranger walked up to him and asked, "What is the time?" Peter stopped, put down the boxes and looked at his watch. "It's five fifteen," he said. "Hey, what a nice watch!" said the stranger. Peter smiled a little and said, "Yes, it's not bad. Look at this." Then he showed the stranger the time for 86 big cities in the world. He hit a few buttons and it told the time in Chinese. Peter went on ," You can set it in English, Chinese, Japanese and so on." The stranger looked very interested in the watch. "That's not all," said Peter. He then pushed a few more buttons and there was a small map appeared on the watch. "The map can show where we are," said Peter. "I want to buy this watch!" said the stranger. "Oh, no, I' m not selling it. I designed it myself. I spent nearly two years making it." said Peter. "Oh, you are the designer. I'll give you $ 1,000 for it!" "Oh, no, I spent more than that." "I'll give you $ 5,000 for it!" Peter stopped to think. The stranger quickly gave him a check and said ,"$ 5,000. Here it is." Peter finally agreed to sell the watch. When the stranger was going to leave with the watch, Peter pointed to the two big boxes and said, "Hey, wait a minute. Don' t forget your batteries ." | 5 | How long did it take him? | nearly two years | nearly two years | 834 | 850 | false |
7,160 | middle7215.txt | middle7215.txt | 3hwrjooet52wxl18ftcikld5aswsei | race | Peter was walking in the street with two big and heavy boxes. A stranger walked up to him and asked, "What is the time?" Peter stopped, put down the boxes and looked at his watch. "It's five fifteen," he said. "Hey, what a nice watch!" said the stranger. Peter smiled a little and said, "Yes, it's not bad. Look at this." Then he showed the stranger the time for 86 big cities in the world. He hit a few buttons and it told the time in Chinese. Peter went on ," You can set it in English, Chinese, Japanese and so on." The stranger looked very interested in the watch. "That's not all," said Peter. He then pushed a few more buttons and there was a small map appeared on the watch. "The map can show where we are," said Peter. "I want to buy this watch!" said the stranger. "Oh, no, I' m not selling it. I designed it myself. I spent nearly two years making it." said Peter. "Oh, you are the designer. I'll give you $ 1,000 for it!" "Oh, no, I spent more than that." "I'll give you $ 5,000 for it!" Peter stopped to think. The stranger quickly gave him a check and said ,"$ 5,000. Here it is." Peter finally agreed to sell the watch. When the stranger was going to leave with the watch, Peter pointed to the two big boxes and said, "Hey, wait a minute. Don' t forget your batteries ." | 6 | Did it cost him more than a thousand dollars to make it? | yes | Oh, no, I spent more than that. | 934 | 965 | false |
7,160 | middle7215.txt | middle7215.txt | 3hwrjooet52wxl18ftcikld5aswsei | race | Peter was walking in the street with two big and heavy boxes. A stranger walked up to him and asked, "What is the time?" Peter stopped, put down the boxes and looked at his watch. "It's five fifteen," he said. "Hey, what a nice watch!" said the stranger. Peter smiled a little and said, "Yes, it's not bad. Look at this." Then he showed the stranger the time for 86 big cities in the world. He hit a few buttons and it told the time in Chinese. Peter went on ," You can set it in English, Chinese, Japanese and so on." The stranger looked very interested in the watch. "That's not all," said Peter. He then pushed a few more buttons and there was a small map appeared on the watch. "The map can show where we are," said Peter. "I want to buy this watch!" said the stranger. "Oh, no, I' m not selling it. I designed it myself. I spent nearly two years making it." said Peter. "Oh, you are the designer. I'll give you $ 1,000 for it!" "Oh, no, I spent more than that." "I'll give you $ 5,000 for it!" Peter stopped to think. The stranger quickly gave him a check and said ,"$ 5,000. Here it is." Peter finally agreed to sell the watch. When the stranger was going to leave with the watch, Peter pointed to the two big boxes and said, "Hey, wait a minute. Don' t forget your batteries ." | 7 | Who asked him what time it was? | stranger | stranger | 64 | 72 | false |
7,160 | middle7215.txt | middle7215.txt | 3hwrjooet52wxl18ftcikld5aswsei | race | Peter was walking in the street with two big and heavy boxes. A stranger walked up to him and asked, "What is the time?" Peter stopped, put down the boxes and looked at his watch. "It's five fifteen," he said. "Hey, what a nice watch!" said the stranger. Peter smiled a little and said, "Yes, it's not bad. Look at this." Then he showed the stranger the time for 86 big cities in the world. He hit a few buttons and it told the time in Chinese. Peter went on ," You can set it in English, Chinese, Japanese and so on." The stranger looked very interested in the watch. "That's not all," said Peter. He then pushed a few more buttons and there was a small map appeared on the watch. "The map can show where we are," said Peter. "I want to buy this watch!" said the stranger. "Oh, no, I' m not selling it. I designed it myself. I spent nearly two years making it." said Peter. "Oh, you are the designer. I'll give you $ 1,000 for it!" "Oh, no, I spent more than that." "I'll give you $ 5,000 for it!" Peter stopped to think. The stranger quickly gave him a check and said ,"$ 5,000. Here it is." Peter finally agreed to sell the watch. When the stranger was going to leave with the watch, Peter pointed to the two big boxes and said, "Hey, wait a minute. Don' t forget your batteries ." | 8 | Did Peter have to put the boxes down to check his watch? | yes | put down the boxes | 135 | 154 | false |
7,160 | middle7215.txt | middle7215.txt | 3hwrjooet52wxl18ftcikld5aswsei | race | Peter was walking in the street with two big and heavy boxes. A stranger walked up to him and asked, "What is the time?" Peter stopped, put down the boxes and looked at his watch. "It's five fifteen," he said. "Hey, what a nice watch!" said the stranger. Peter smiled a little and said, "Yes, it's not bad. Look at this." Then he showed the stranger the time for 86 big cities in the world. He hit a few buttons and it told the time in Chinese. Peter went on ," You can set it in English, Chinese, Japanese and so on." The stranger looked very interested in the watch. "That's not all," said Peter. He then pushed a few more buttons and there was a small map appeared on the watch. "The map can show where we are," said Peter. "I want to buy this watch!" said the stranger. "Oh, no, I' m not selling it. I designed it myself. I spent nearly two years making it." said Peter. "Oh, you are the designer. I'll give you $ 1,000 for it!" "Oh, no, I spent more than that." "I'll give you $ 5,000 for it!" Peter stopped to think. The stranger quickly gave him a check and said ,"$ 5,000. Here it is." Peter finally agreed to sell the watch. When the stranger was going to leave with the watch, Peter pointed to the two big boxes and said, "Hey, wait a minute. Don' t forget your batteries ." | 9 | What time was it? | five fifteen | five fifteen | 185 | 198 | false |
7,160 | middle7215.txt | middle7215.txt | 3hwrjooet52wxl18ftcikld5aswsei | race | Peter was walking in the street with two big and heavy boxes. A stranger walked up to him and asked, "What is the time?" Peter stopped, put down the boxes and looked at his watch. "It's five fifteen," he said. "Hey, what a nice watch!" said the stranger. Peter smiled a little and said, "Yes, it's not bad. Look at this." Then he showed the stranger the time for 86 big cities in the world. He hit a few buttons and it told the time in Chinese. Peter went on ," You can set it in English, Chinese, Japanese and so on." The stranger looked very interested in the watch. "That's not all," said Peter. He then pushed a few more buttons and there was a small map appeared on the watch. "The map can show where we are," said Peter. "I want to buy this watch!" said the stranger. "Oh, no, I' m not selling it. I designed it myself. I spent nearly two years making it." said Peter. "Oh, you are the designer. I'll give you $ 1,000 for it!" "Oh, no, I spent more than that." "I'll give you $ 5,000 for it!" Peter stopped to think. The stranger quickly gave him a check and said ,"$ 5,000. Here it is." Peter finally agreed to sell the watch. When the stranger was going to leave with the watch, Peter pointed to the two big boxes and said, "Hey, wait a minute. Don' t forget your batteries ." | 10 | Did the stranger like his watch? | yes | Hey, what a nice watch | 211 | 233 | false |
7,160 | middle7215.txt | middle7215.txt | 3hwrjooet52wxl18ftcikld5aswsei | race | Peter was walking in the street with two big and heavy boxes. A stranger walked up to him and asked, "What is the time?" Peter stopped, put down the boxes and looked at his watch. "It's five fifteen," he said. "Hey, what a nice watch!" said the stranger. Peter smiled a little and said, "Yes, it's not bad. Look at this." Then he showed the stranger the time for 86 big cities in the world. He hit a few buttons and it told the time in Chinese. Peter went on ," You can set it in English, Chinese, Japanese and so on." The stranger looked very interested in the watch. "That's not all," said Peter. He then pushed a few more buttons and there was a small map appeared on the watch. "The map can show where we are," said Peter. "I want to buy this watch!" said the stranger. "Oh, no, I' m not selling it. I designed it myself. I spent nearly two years making it." said Peter. "Oh, you are the designer. I'll give you $ 1,000 for it!" "Oh, no, I spent more than that." "I'll give you $ 5,000 for it!" Peter stopped to think. The stranger quickly gave him a check and said ,"$ 5,000. Here it is." Peter finally agreed to sell the watch. When the stranger was going to leave with the watch, Peter pointed to the two big boxes and said, "Hey, wait a minute. Don' t forget your batteries ." | 11 | Did it tell time all over the world? | yes | time for 86 big cities in the world. | 353 | 390 | false |
7,160 | middle7215.txt | middle7215.txt | 3hwrjooet52wxl18ftcikld5aswsei | race | Peter was walking in the street with two big and heavy boxes. A stranger walked up to him and asked, "What is the time?" Peter stopped, put down the boxes and looked at his watch. "It's five fifteen," he said. "Hey, what a nice watch!" said the stranger. Peter smiled a little and said, "Yes, it's not bad. Look at this." Then he showed the stranger the time for 86 big cities in the world. He hit a few buttons and it told the time in Chinese. Peter went on ," You can set it in English, Chinese, Japanese and so on." The stranger looked very interested in the watch. "That's not all," said Peter. He then pushed a few more buttons and there was a small map appeared on the watch. "The map can show where we are," said Peter. "I want to buy this watch!" said the stranger. "Oh, no, I' m not selling it. I designed it myself. I spent nearly two years making it." said Peter. "Oh, you are the designer. I'll give you $ 1,000 for it!" "Oh, no, I spent more than that." "I'll give you $ 5,000 for it!" Peter stopped to think. The stranger quickly gave him a check and said ,"$ 5,000. Here it is." Peter finally agreed to sell the watch. When the stranger was going to leave with the watch, Peter pointed to the two big boxes and said, "Hey, wait a minute. Don' t forget your batteries ." | 12 | How many big cities? | 86 | 86 | 363 | 365 | false |
7,160 | middle7215.txt | middle7215.txt | 3hwrjooet52wxl18ftcikld5aswsei | race | Peter was walking in the street with two big and heavy boxes. A stranger walked up to him and asked, "What is the time?" Peter stopped, put down the boxes and looked at his watch. "It's five fifteen," he said. "Hey, what a nice watch!" said the stranger. Peter smiled a little and said, "Yes, it's not bad. Look at this." Then he showed the stranger the time for 86 big cities in the world. He hit a few buttons and it told the time in Chinese. Peter went on ," You can set it in English, Chinese, Japanese and so on." The stranger looked very interested in the watch. "That's not all," said Peter. He then pushed a few more buttons and there was a small map appeared on the watch. "The map can show where we are," said Peter. "I want to buy this watch!" said the stranger. "Oh, no, I' m not selling it. I designed it myself. I spent nearly two years making it." said Peter. "Oh, you are the designer. I'll give you $ 1,000 for it!" "Oh, no, I spent more than that." "I'll give you $ 5,000 for it!" Peter stopped to think. The stranger quickly gave him a check and said ,"$ 5,000. Here it is." Peter finally agreed to sell the watch. When the stranger was going to leave with the watch, Peter pointed to the two big boxes and said, "Hey, wait a minute. Don' t forget your batteries ." | 13 | What did he have to do to make it show the time in Chinese? | He hit a few buttons | He hit a few buttons | 391 | 411 | false |
7,160 | middle7215.txt | middle7215.txt | 3hwrjooet52wxl18ftcikld5aswsei | race | Peter was walking in the street with two big and heavy boxes. A stranger walked up to him and asked, "What is the time?" Peter stopped, put down the boxes and looked at his watch. "It's five fifteen," he said. "Hey, what a nice watch!" said the stranger. Peter smiled a little and said, "Yes, it's not bad. Look at this." Then he showed the stranger the time for 86 big cities in the world. He hit a few buttons and it told the time in Chinese. Peter went on ," You can set it in English, Chinese, Japanese and so on." The stranger looked very interested in the watch. "That's not all," said Peter. He then pushed a few more buttons and there was a small map appeared on the watch. "The map can show where we are," said Peter. "I want to buy this watch!" said the stranger. "Oh, no, I' m not selling it. I designed it myself. I spent nearly two years making it." said Peter. "Oh, you are the designer. I'll give you $ 1,000 for it!" "Oh, no, I spent more than that." "I'll give you $ 5,000 for it!" Peter stopped to think. The stranger quickly gave him a check and said ,"$ 5,000. Here it is." Peter finally agreed to sell the watch. When the stranger was going to leave with the watch, Peter pointed to the two big boxes and said, "Hey, wait a minute. Don' t forget your batteries ." | 14 | Could it be set in many different languages? | three | You can set it in English, Chinese, Japanese | 462 | 507 | false |
7,160 | middle7215.txt | middle7215.txt | 3hwrjooet52wxl18ftcikld5aswsei | race | Peter was walking in the street with two big and heavy boxes. A stranger walked up to him and asked, "What is the time?" Peter stopped, put down the boxes and looked at his watch. "It's five fifteen," he said. "Hey, what a nice watch!" said the stranger. Peter smiled a little and said, "Yes, it's not bad. Look at this." Then he showed the stranger the time for 86 big cities in the world. He hit a few buttons and it told the time in Chinese. Peter went on ," You can set it in English, Chinese, Japanese and so on." The stranger looked very interested in the watch. "That's not all," said Peter. He then pushed a few more buttons and there was a small map appeared on the watch. "The map can show where we are," said Peter. "I want to buy this watch!" said the stranger. "Oh, no, I' m not selling it. I designed it myself. I spent nearly two years making it." said Peter. "Oh, you are the designer. I'll give you $ 1,000 for it!" "Oh, no, I spent more than that." "I'll give you $ 5,000 for it!" Peter stopped to think. The stranger quickly gave him a check and said ,"$ 5,000. Here it is." Peter finally agreed to sell the watch. When the stranger was going to leave with the watch, Peter pointed to the two big boxes and said, "Hey, wait a minute. Don' t forget your batteries ." | 15 | After he hit a few more buttons, what appeared on the watch? | a small map | a small map | 646 | 659 | false |
7,160 | middle7215.txt | middle7215.txt | 3hwrjooet52wxl18ftcikld5aswsei | race | Peter was walking in the street with two big and heavy boxes. A stranger walked up to him and asked, "What is the time?" Peter stopped, put down the boxes and looked at his watch. "It's five fifteen," he said. "Hey, what a nice watch!" said the stranger. Peter smiled a little and said, "Yes, it's not bad. Look at this." Then he showed the stranger the time for 86 big cities in the world. He hit a few buttons and it told the time in Chinese. Peter went on ," You can set it in English, Chinese, Japanese and so on." The stranger looked very interested in the watch. "That's not all," said Peter. He then pushed a few more buttons and there was a small map appeared on the watch. "The map can show where we are," said Peter. "I want to buy this watch!" said the stranger. "Oh, no, I' m not selling it. I designed it myself. I spent nearly two years making it." said Peter. "Oh, you are the designer. I'll give you $ 1,000 for it!" "Oh, no, I spent more than that." "I'll give you $ 5,000 for it!" Peter stopped to think. The stranger quickly gave him a check and said ,"$ 5,000. Here it is." Peter finally agreed to sell the watch. When the stranger was going to leave with the watch, Peter pointed to the two big boxes and said, "Hey, wait a minute. Don' t forget your batteries ." | 16 | What did it pinpoint? | where they were, | where we are, | 700 | 713 | false |
7,160 | middle7215.txt | middle7215.txt | 3hwrjooet52wxl18ftcikld5aswsei | race | Peter was walking in the street with two big and heavy boxes. A stranger walked up to him and asked, "What is the time?" Peter stopped, put down the boxes and looked at his watch. "It's five fifteen," he said. "Hey, what a nice watch!" said the stranger. Peter smiled a little and said, "Yes, it's not bad. Look at this." Then he showed the stranger the time for 86 big cities in the world. He hit a few buttons and it told the time in Chinese. Peter went on ," You can set it in English, Chinese, Japanese and so on." The stranger looked very interested in the watch. "That's not all," said Peter. He then pushed a few more buttons and there was a small map appeared on the watch. "The map can show where we are," said Peter. "I want to buy this watch!" said the stranger. "Oh, no, I' m not selling it. I designed it myself. I spent nearly two years making it." said Peter. "Oh, you are the designer. I'll give you $ 1,000 for it!" "Oh, no, I spent more than that." "I'll give you $ 5,000 for it!" Peter stopped to think. The stranger quickly gave him a check and said ,"$ 5,000. Here it is." Peter finally agreed to sell the watch. When the stranger was going to leave with the watch, Peter pointed to the two big boxes and said, "Hey, wait a minute. Don' t forget your batteries ." | 17 | Did the stranger decide he wanted to buy it? | yes | I want to buy this watch | 728 | 752 | false |
7,160 | middle7215.txt | middle7215.txt | 3hwrjooet52wxl18ftcikld5aswsei | race | Peter was walking in the street with two big and heavy boxes. A stranger walked up to him and asked, "What is the time?" Peter stopped, put down the boxes and looked at his watch. "It's five fifteen," he said. "Hey, what a nice watch!" said the stranger. Peter smiled a little and said, "Yes, it's not bad. Look at this." Then he showed the stranger the time for 86 big cities in the world. He hit a few buttons and it told the time in Chinese. Peter went on ," You can set it in English, Chinese, Japanese and so on." The stranger looked very interested in the watch. "That's not all," said Peter. He then pushed a few more buttons and there was a small map appeared on the watch. "The map can show where we are," said Peter. "I want to buy this watch!" said the stranger. "Oh, no, I' m not selling it. I designed it myself. I spent nearly two years making it." said Peter. "Oh, you are the designer. I'll give you $ 1,000 for it!" "Oh, no, I spent more than that." "I'll give you $ 5,000 for it!" Peter stopped to think. The stranger quickly gave him a check and said ,"$ 5,000. Here it is." Peter finally agreed to sell the watch. When the stranger was going to leave with the watch, Peter pointed to the two big boxes and said, "Hey, wait a minute. Don' t forget your batteries ." | 18 | What did Peter say to that? | Oh, no, I' m not selling it. I designed it myself | Oh, no, I' m not selling it. I designed it myself | 775 | 824 | false |