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42 | Separation_of_church_and_state_in_the_United_StatesSeparation_of_church_and_state_in_the_United_States_2584c0acac59d8e4312e9e3c95a8c138093d7a5aa87b1d0ffd3f2c76 | Separation_of_church_and_state_in_the_United_StatesSeparation_of_church_and_state_in_the_United_States_2584c0acac59d8e4312e9e3c95a8c138093d7a5aa87b1d0ffd3f2c76 | 3tmsxrd2x60qk1o5nar4aqxwrksw1y | wikipedia | Jefferson's metaphor of a wall of separation has been cited repeatedly by the U.S. Supreme Court. In Reynolds v. United States (1879) the Court wrote that Jefferson's comments "may be accepted almost as an authoritative declaration of the scope and effect of the [First] Amendment." In Everson v. Board of Education (1947), Justice Hugo Black wrote: "In the words of Thomas Jefferson, the clause against establishment of religion by law was intended to erect a wall of separation between church and state."
Many early immigrant groups traveled to America to worship freely, particularly after the English Civil War and religious conflict in France and Germany. They included nonconformists like the Puritans, who were Protestant Christians fleeing religious persecution from the Anglican King of England. Despite a common background, the groups' views on religious toleration were mixed. While some such as Roger Williams of Rhode Island and William Penn of Pennsylvania ensured the protection of religious minorities within their colonies, others like the Plymouth Colony and Massachusetts Bay Colony had established churches. The Dutch colony of New Netherland established the Dutch Reformed Church and outlawed all other worship, though enforcement was sparse. Religious conformity was desired partly for financial reasons: the established Church was responsible for poverty relief, putting dissenting churches at a significant disadvantage. | 20 | who? | Justice Hugo Blac | Justice Hugo Blac | 323 | 341 | false |
43 | data/gutenberg/txt/George Eliot___Romola.txt/CHAPTER SEVEN_223e68a439046d93ce4c3f37163595f2ecfbe1d119952bff46f2ac2 | data/gutenberg/txt/George Eliot___Romola.txt/CHAPTER SEVEN_223e68a439046d93ce4c3f37163595f2ecfbe1d119952bff46f2ac2 | 3ovr4i9uspj2s3p2yjb0gzmdfc3q41 | gutenberg | CHAPTER SEVEN.
A LEARNED SQUABBLE.
Bartolommeo Scala, secretary of the Florentine Republic, on whom Tito Melema had been thus led to anchor his hopes, lived in a handsome palace close to the Porta Pinti, now known as the Casa Gherardesca. His arms-- an azure ladder transverse on a golden field, with the motto _Gradatim_ placed over the entrance--told all comers that the miller's son held his ascent to honours by his own efforts a fact to be proclaimed without wincing. The secretary was a vain and pompous man, but he was also an honest one: he was sincerely convinced of his own merit, and could see no reason for feigning. The topmost round of his azure ladder had been reached by this time: he had held his secretaryship these twenty years-- had long since made his orations on the _ringhiera_, or platform of the Old Palace, as the custom was, in the presence of princely visitors, while Marzocco, the republican lion, wore his gold crown on the occasion, and all the people cried, "Viva Messer Bartolommeo!"--had been on an embassy to Rome, and had there been made titular Senator, Apostolical Secretary, Knight of the Golden Spur; and had, eight years ago, been Gonfaloniere--last goal of the Florentine citizen's ambition. Meantime he had got richer and richer, and more and more gouty, after the manner of successful mortality; and the Knight of the Golden Spur had often to sit with helpless cushioned heel under the handsome loggia he had built for himself, overlooking the spacious gardens and lawn at the back of his palace. | 1 | Was the secretary a humble man? | no | The secretary was a vain and pompous ma | 476 | 516 | false |
43 | data/gutenberg/txt/George Eliot___Romola.txt/CHAPTER SEVEN_223e68a439046d93ce4c3f37163595f2ecfbe1d119952bff46f2ac2 | data/gutenberg/txt/George Eliot___Romola.txt/CHAPTER SEVEN_223e68a439046d93ce4c3f37163595f2ecfbe1d119952bff46f2ac2 | 3ovr4i9uspj2s3p2yjb0gzmdfc3q41 | gutenberg | CHAPTER SEVEN.
A LEARNED SQUABBLE.
Bartolommeo Scala, secretary of the Florentine Republic, on whom Tito Melema had been thus led to anchor his hopes, lived in a handsome palace close to the Porta Pinti, now known as the Casa Gherardesca. His arms-- an azure ladder transverse on a golden field, with the motto _Gradatim_ placed over the entrance--told all comers that the miller's son held his ascent to honours by his own efforts a fact to be proclaimed without wincing. The secretary was a vain and pompous man, but he was also an honest one: he was sincerely convinced of his own merit, and could see no reason for feigning. The topmost round of his azure ladder had been reached by this time: he had held his secretaryship these twenty years-- had long since made his orations on the _ringhiera_, or platform of the Old Palace, as the custom was, in the presence of princely visitors, while Marzocco, the republican lion, wore his gold crown on the occasion, and all the people cried, "Viva Messer Bartolommeo!"--had been on an embassy to Rome, and had there been made titular Senator, Apostolical Secretary, Knight of the Golden Spur; and had, eight years ago, been Gonfaloniere--last goal of the Florentine citizen's ambition. Meantime he had got richer and richer, and more and more gouty, after the manner of successful mortality; and the Knight of the Golden Spur had often to sit with helpless cushioned heel under the handsome loggia he had built for himself, overlooking the spacious gardens and lawn at the back of his palace. | 2 | What kind of man was he? | a vain and pompous man | The secretary was a vain and pompous man | 477 | 517 | false |
43 | data/gutenberg/txt/George Eliot___Romola.txt/CHAPTER SEVEN_223e68a439046d93ce4c3f37163595f2ecfbe1d119952bff46f2ac2 | data/gutenberg/txt/George Eliot___Romola.txt/CHAPTER SEVEN_223e68a439046d93ce4c3f37163595f2ecfbe1d119952bff46f2ac2 | 3ovr4i9uspj2s3p2yjb0gzmdfc3q41 | gutenberg | CHAPTER SEVEN.
A LEARNED SQUABBLE.
Bartolommeo Scala, secretary of the Florentine Republic, on whom Tito Melema had been thus led to anchor his hopes, lived in a handsome palace close to the Porta Pinti, now known as the Casa Gherardesca. His arms-- an azure ladder transverse on a golden field, with the motto _Gradatim_ placed over the entrance--told all comers that the miller's son held his ascent to honours by his own efforts a fact to be proclaimed without wincing. The secretary was a vain and pompous man, but he was also an honest one: he was sincerely convinced of his own merit, and could see no reason for feigning. The topmost round of his azure ladder had been reached by this time: he had held his secretaryship these twenty years-- had long since made his orations on the _ringhiera_, or platform of the Old Palace, as the custom was, in the presence of princely visitors, while Marzocco, the republican lion, wore his gold crown on the occasion, and all the people cried, "Viva Messer Bartolommeo!"--had been on an embassy to Rome, and had there been made titular Senator, Apostolical Secretary, Knight of the Golden Spur; and had, eight years ago, been Gonfaloniere--last goal of the Florentine citizen's ambition. Meantime he had got richer and richer, and more and more gouty, after the manner of successful mortality; and the Knight of the Golden Spur had often to sit with helpless cushioned heel under the handsome loggia he had built for himself, overlooking the spacious gardens and lawn at the back of his palace. | 3 | Was his palace ugly? | no | under the handsome loggia he had built for himself, overlooking the spacious gardens and lawn at the back of his palace. | 1,423 | 1,544 | false |
43 | data/gutenberg/txt/George Eliot___Romola.txt/CHAPTER SEVEN_223e68a439046d93ce4c3f37163595f2ecfbe1d119952bff46f2ac2 | data/gutenberg/txt/George Eliot___Romola.txt/CHAPTER SEVEN_223e68a439046d93ce4c3f37163595f2ecfbe1d119952bff46f2ac2 | 3ovr4i9uspj2s3p2yjb0gzmdfc3q41 | gutenberg | CHAPTER SEVEN.
A LEARNED SQUABBLE.
Bartolommeo Scala, secretary of the Florentine Republic, on whom Tito Melema had been thus led to anchor his hopes, lived in a handsome palace close to the Porta Pinti, now known as the Casa Gherardesca. His arms-- an azure ladder transverse on a golden field, with the motto _Gradatim_ placed over the entrance--told all comers that the miller's son held his ascent to honours by his own efforts a fact to be proclaimed without wincing. The secretary was a vain and pompous man, but he was also an honest one: he was sincerely convinced of his own merit, and could see no reason for feigning. The topmost round of his azure ladder had been reached by this time: he had held his secretaryship these twenty years-- had long since made his orations on the _ringhiera_, or platform of the Old Palace, as the custom was, in the presence of princely visitors, while Marzocco, the republican lion, wore his gold crown on the occasion, and all the people cried, "Viva Messer Bartolommeo!"--had been on an embassy to Rome, and had there been made titular Senator, Apostolical Secretary, Knight of the Golden Spur; and had, eight years ago, been Gonfaloniere--last goal of the Florentine citizen's ambition. Meantime he had got richer and richer, and more and more gouty, after the manner of successful mortality; and the Knight of the Golden Spur had often to sit with helpless cushioned heel under the handsome loggia he had built for himself, overlooking the spacious gardens and lawn at the back of his palace. | 4 | What was the name of it? | the Casa Gherardesca | handsome palace close to the Porta Pinti, now known as the Casa Gherardesca | 165 | 241 | false |
43 | data/gutenberg/txt/George Eliot___Romola.txt/CHAPTER SEVEN_223e68a439046d93ce4c3f37163595f2ecfbe1d119952bff46f2ac2 | data/gutenberg/txt/George Eliot___Romola.txt/CHAPTER SEVEN_223e68a439046d93ce4c3f37163595f2ecfbe1d119952bff46f2ac2 | 3ovr4i9uspj2s3p2yjb0gzmdfc3q41 | gutenberg | CHAPTER SEVEN.
A LEARNED SQUABBLE.
Bartolommeo Scala, secretary of the Florentine Republic, on whom Tito Melema had been thus led to anchor his hopes, lived in a handsome palace close to the Porta Pinti, now known as the Casa Gherardesca. His arms-- an azure ladder transverse on a golden field, with the motto _Gradatim_ placed over the entrance--told all comers that the miller's son held his ascent to honours by his own efforts a fact to be proclaimed without wincing. The secretary was a vain and pompous man, but he was also an honest one: he was sincerely convinced of his own merit, and could see no reason for feigning. The topmost round of his azure ladder had been reached by this time: he had held his secretaryship these twenty years-- had long since made his orations on the _ringhiera_, or platform of the Old Palace, as the custom was, in the presence of princely visitors, while Marzocco, the republican lion, wore his gold crown on the occasion, and all the people cried, "Viva Messer Bartolommeo!"--had been on an embassy to Rome, and had there been made titular Senator, Apostolical Secretary, Knight of the Golden Spur; and had, eight years ago, been Gonfaloniere--last goal of the Florentine citizen's ambition. Meantime he had got richer and richer, and more and more gouty, after the manner of successful mortality; and the Knight of the Golden Spur had often to sit with helpless cushioned heel under the handsome loggia he had built for himself, overlooking the spacious gardens and lawn at the back of his palace. | 5 | What did his parent do for a living? | a miller | told all comers that the miller's son | 352 | 389 | false |
43 | data/gutenberg/txt/George Eliot___Romola.txt/CHAPTER SEVEN_223e68a439046d93ce4c3f37163595f2ecfbe1d119952bff46f2ac2 | data/gutenberg/txt/George Eliot___Romola.txt/CHAPTER SEVEN_223e68a439046d93ce4c3f37163595f2ecfbe1d119952bff46f2ac2 | 3ovr4i9uspj2s3p2yjb0gzmdfc3q41 | gutenberg | CHAPTER SEVEN.
A LEARNED SQUABBLE.
Bartolommeo Scala, secretary of the Florentine Republic, on whom Tito Melema had been thus led to anchor his hopes, lived in a handsome palace close to the Porta Pinti, now known as the Casa Gherardesca. His arms-- an azure ladder transverse on a golden field, with the motto _Gradatim_ placed over the entrance--told all comers that the miller's son held his ascent to honours by his own efforts a fact to be proclaimed without wincing. The secretary was a vain and pompous man, but he was also an honest one: he was sincerely convinced of his own merit, and could see no reason for feigning. The topmost round of his azure ladder had been reached by this time: he had held his secretaryship these twenty years-- had long since made his orations on the _ringhiera_, or platform of the Old Palace, as the custom was, in the presence of princely visitors, while Marzocco, the republican lion, wore his gold crown on the occasion, and all the people cried, "Viva Messer Bartolommeo!"--had been on an embassy to Rome, and had there been made titular Senator, Apostolical Secretary, Knight of the Golden Spur; and had, eight years ago, been Gonfaloniere--last goal of the Florentine citizen's ambition. Meantime he had got richer and richer, and more and more gouty, after the manner of successful mortality; and the Knight of the Golden Spur had often to sit with helpless cushioned heel under the handsome loggia he had built for himself, overlooking the spacious gardens and lawn at the back of his palace. | 6 | How did he make it to where is is now? | his own merit | he was sincerely convinced of his own merit | 550 | 593 | false |
43 | data/gutenberg/txt/George Eliot___Romola.txt/CHAPTER SEVEN_223e68a439046d93ce4c3f37163595f2ecfbe1d119952bff46f2ac2 | data/gutenberg/txt/George Eliot___Romola.txt/CHAPTER SEVEN_223e68a439046d93ce4c3f37163595f2ecfbe1d119952bff46f2ac2 | 3ovr4i9uspj2s3p2yjb0gzmdfc3q41 | gutenberg | CHAPTER SEVEN.
A LEARNED SQUABBLE.
Bartolommeo Scala, secretary of the Florentine Republic, on whom Tito Melema had been thus led to anchor his hopes, lived in a handsome palace close to the Porta Pinti, now known as the Casa Gherardesca. His arms-- an azure ladder transverse on a golden field, with the motto _Gradatim_ placed over the entrance--told all comers that the miller's son held his ascent to honours by his own efforts a fact to be proclaimed without wincing. The secretary was a vain and pompous man, but he was also an honest one: he was sincerely convinced of his own merit, and could see no reason for feigning. The topmost round of his azure ladder had been reached by this time: he had held his secretaryship these twenty years-- had long since made his orations on the _ringhiera_, or platform of the Old Palace, as the custom was, in the presence of princely visitors, while Marzocco, the republican lion, wore his gold crown on the occasion, and all the people cried, "Viva Messer Bartolommeo!"--had been on an embassy to Rome, and had there been made titular Senator, Apostolical Secretary, Knight of the Golden Spur; and had, eight years ago, been Gonfaloniere--last goal of the Florentine citizen's ambition. Meantime he had got richer and richer, and more and more gouty, after the manner of successful mortality; and the Knight of the Golden Spur had often to sit with helpless cushioned heel under the handsome loggia he had built for himself, overlooking the spacious gardens and lawn at the back of his palace. | 7 | Was he proud of this achievement? | yes | wore his gold crown on the occasion | 931 | 966 | false |
43 | data/gutenberg/txt/George Eliot___Romola.txt/CHAPTER SEVEN_223e68a439046d93ce4c3f37163595f2ecfbe1d119952bff46f2ac2 | data/gutenberg/txt/George Eliot___Romola.txt/CHAPTER SEVEN_223e68a439046d93ce4c3f37163595f2ecfbe1d119952bff46f2ac2 | 3ovr4i9uspj2s3p2yjb0gzmdfc3q41 | gutenberg | CHAPTER SEVEN.
A LEARNED SQUABBLE.
Bartolommeo Scala, secretary of the Florentine Republic, on whom Tito Melema had been thus led to anchor his hopes, lived in a handsome palace close to the Porta Pinti, now known as the Casa Gherardesca. His arms-- an azure ladder transverse on a golden field, with the motto _Gradatim_ placed over the entrance--told all comers that the miller's son held his ascent to honours by his own efforts a fact to be proclaimed without wincing. The secretary was a vain and pompous man, but he was also an honest one: he was sincerely convinced of his own merit, and could see no reason for feigning. The topmost round of his azure ladder had been reached by this time: he had held his secretaryship these twenty years-- had long since made his orations on the _ringhiera_, or platform of the Old Palace, as the custom was, in the presence of princely visitors, while Marzocco, the republican lion, wore his gold crown on the occasion, and all the people cried, "Viva Messer Bartolommeo!"--had been on an embassy to Rome, and had there been made titular Senator, Apostolical Secretary, Knight of the Golden Spur; and had, eight years ago, been Gonfaloniere--last goal of the Florentine citizen's ambition. Meantime he had got richer and richer, and more and more gouty, after the manner of successful mortality; and the Knight of the Golden Spur had often to sit with helpless cushioned heel under the handsome loggia he had built for himself, overlooking the spacious gardens and lawn at the back of his palace. | 8 | What type of medical problem did he have? | gout | and more and more gouty | 1,277 | 1,300 | false |
43 | data/gutenberg/txt/George Eliot___Romola.txt/CHAPTER SEVEN_223e68a439046d93ce4c3f37163595f2ecfbe1d119952bff46f2ac2 | data/gutenberg/txt/George Eliot___Romola.txt/CHAPTER SEVEN_223e68a439046d93ce4c3f37163595f2ecfbe1d119952bff46f2ac2 | 3ovr4i9uspj2s3p2yjb0gzmdfc3q41 | gutenberg | CHAPTER SEVEN.
A LEARNED SQUABBLE.
Bartolommeo Scala, secretary of the Florentine Republic, on whom Tito Melema had been thus led to anchor his hopes, lived in a handsome palace close to the Porta Pinti, now known as the Casa Gherardesca. His arms-- an azure ladder transverse on a golden field, with the motto _Gradatim_ placed over the entrance--told all comers that the miller's son held his ascent to honours by his own efforts a fact to be proclaimed without wincing. The secretary was a vain and pompous man, but he was also an honest one: he was sincerely convinced of his own merit, and could see no reason for feigning. The topmost round of his azure ladder had been reached by this time: he had held his secretaryship these twenty years-- had long since made his orations on the _ringhiera_, or platform of the Old Palace, as the custom was, in the presence of princely visitors, while Marzocco, the republican lion, wore his gold crown on the occasion, and all the people cried, "Viva Messer Bartolommeo!"--had been on an embassy to Rome, and had there been made titular Senator, Apostolical Secretary, Knight of the Golden Spur; and had, eight years ago, been Gonfaloniere--last goal of the Florentine citizen's ambition. Meantime he had got richer and richer, and more and more gouty, after the manner of successful mortality; and the Knight of the Golden Spur had often to sit with helpless cushioned heel under the handsome loggia he had built for himself, overlooking the spacious gardens and lawn at the back of his palace. | 9 | What part of him did the gout affect? | his heel | sit with helpless cushioned heel | 1,390 | 1,423 | false |
43 | data/gutenberg/txt/George Eliot___Romola.txt/CHAPTER SEVEN_223e68a439046d93ce4c3f37163595f2ecfbe1d119952bff46f2ac2 | data/gutenberg/txt/George Eliot___Romola.txt/CHAPTER SEVEN_223e68a439046d93ce4c3f37163595f2ecfbe1d119952bff46f2ac2 | 3ovr4i9uspj2s3p2yjb0gzmdfc3q41 | gutenberg | CHAPTER SEVEN.
A LEARNED SQUABBLE.
Bartolommeo Scala, secretary of the Florentine Republic, on whom Tito Melema had been thus led to anchor his hopes, lived in a handsome palace close to the Porta Pinti, now known as the Casa Gherardesca. His arms-- an azure ladder transverse on a golden field, with the motto _Gradatim_ placed over the entrance--told all comers that the miller's son held his ascent to honours by his own efforts a fact to be proclaimed without wincing. The secretary was a vain and pompous man, but he was also an honest one: he was sincerely convinced of his own merit, and could see no reason for feigning. The topmost round of his azure ladder had been reached by this time: he had held his secretaryship these twenty years-- had long since made his orations on the _ringhiera_, or platform of the Old Palace, as the custom was, in the presence of princely visitors, while Marzocco, the republican lion, wore his gold crown on the occasion, and all the people cried, "Viva Messer Bartolommeo!"--had been on an embassy to Rome, and had there been made titular Senator, Apostolical Secretary, Knight of the Golden Spur; and had, eight years ago, been Gonfaloniere--last goal of the Florentine citizen's ambition. Meantime he had got richer and richer, and more and more gouty, after the manner of successful mortality; and the Knight of the Golden Spur had often to sit with helpless cushioned heel under the handsome loggia he had built for himself, overlooking the spacious gardens and lawn at the back of his palace. | 10 | What color was the ladder at the palace entrance? | azure | The topmost round of his azure ladder | 633 | 671 | false |
43 | data/gutenberg/txt/George Eliot___Romola.txt/CHAPTER SEVEN_223e68a439046d93ce4c3f37163595f2ecfbe1d119952bff46f2ac2 | data/gutenberg/txt/George Eliot___Romola.txt/CHAPTER SEVEN_223e68a439046d93ce4c3f37163595f2ecfbe1d119952bff46f2ac2 | 3ovr4i9uspj2s3p2yjb0gzmdfc3q41 | gutenberg | CHAPTER SEVEN.
A LEARNED SQUABBLE.
Bartolommeo Scala, secretary of the Florentine Republic, on whom Tito Melema had been thus led to anchor his hopes, lived in a handsome palace close to the Porta Pinti, now known as the Casa Gherardesca. His arms-- an azure ladder transverse on a golden field, with the motto _Gradatim_ placed over the entrance--told all comers that the miller's son held his ascent to honours by his own efforts a fact to be proclaimed without wincing. The secretary was a vain and pompous man, but he was also an honest one: he was sincerely convinced of his own merit, and could see no reason for feigning. The topmost round of his azure ladder had been reached by this time: he had held his secretaryship these twenty years-- had long since made his orations on the _ringhiera_, or platform of the Old Palace, as the custom was, in the presence of princely visitors, while Marzocco, the republican lion, wore his gold crown on the occasion, and all the people cried, "Viva Messer Bartolommeo!"--had been on an embassy to Rome, and had there been made titular Senator, Apostolical Secretary, Knight of the Golden Spur; and had, eight years ago, been Gonfaloniere--last goal of the Florentine citizen's ambition. Meantime he had got richer and richer, and more and more gouty, after the manner of successful mortality; and the Knight of the Golden Spur had often to sit with helpless cushioned heel under the handsome loggia he had built for himself, overlooking the spacious gardens and lawn at the back of his palace. | 11 | What did it say on the ladder? | Gradatim | , with the motto _Gradatim_ placed | 298 | 332 | false |
43 | data/gutenberg/txt/George Eliot___Romola.txt/CHAPTER SEVEN_223e68a439046d93ce4c3f37163595f2ecfbe1d119952bff46f2ac2 | data/gutenberg/txt/George Eliot___Romola.txt/CHAPTER SEVEN_223e68a439046d93ce4c3f37163595f2ecfbe1d119952bff46f2ac2 | 3ovr4i9uspj2s3p2yjb0gzmdfc3q41 | gutenberg | CHAPTER SEVEN.
A LEARNED SQUABBLE.
Bartolommeo Scala, secretary of the Florentine Republic, on whom Tito Melema had been thus led to anchor his hopes, lived in a handsome palace close to the Porta Pinti, now known as the Casa Gherardesca. His arms-- an azure ladder transverse on a golden field, with the motto _Gradatim_ placed over the entrance--told all comers that the miller's son held his ascent to honours by his own efforts a fact to be proclaimed without wincing. The secretary was a vain and pompous man, but he was also an honest one: he was sincerely convinced of his own merit, and could see no reason for feigning. The topmost round of his azure ladder had been reached by this time: he had held his secretaryship these twenty years-- had long since made his orations on the _ringhiera_, or platform of the Old Palace, as the custom was, in the presence of princely visitors, while Marzocco, the republican lion, wore his gold crown on the occasion, and all the people cried, "Viva Messer Bartolommeo!"--had been on an embassy to Rome, and had there been made titular Senator, Apostolical Secretary, Knight of the Golden Spur; and had, eight years ago, been Gonfaloniere--last goal of the Florentine citizen's ambition. Meantime he had got richer and richer, and more and more gouty, after the manner of successful mortality; and the Knight of the Golden Spur had often to sit with helpless cushioned heel under the handsome loggia he had built for himself, overlooking the spacious gardens and lawn at the back of his palace. | 12 | Did he hold backing bragging about his success? | no | and could see no reason for feigning. | 595 | 632 | false |
43 | data/gutenberg/txt/George Eliot___Romola.txt/CHAPTER SEVEN_223e68a439046d93ce4c3f37163595f2ecfbe1d119952bff46f2ac2 | data/gutenberg/txt/George Eliot___Romola.txt/CHAPTER SEVEN_223e68a439046d93ce4c3f37163595f2ecfbe1d119952bff46f2ac2 | 3ovr4i9uspj2s3p2yjb0gzmdfc3q41 | gutenberg | CHAPTER SEVEN.
A LEARNED SQUABBLE.
Bartolommeo Scala, secretary of the Florentine Republic, on whom Tito Melema had been thus led to anchor his hopes, lived in a handsome palace close to the Porta Pinti, now known as the Casa Gherardesca. His arms-- an azure ladder transverse on a golden field, with the motto _Gradatim_ placed over the entrance--told all comers that the miller's son held his ascent to honours by his own efforts a fact to be proclaimed without wincing. The secretary was a vain and pompous man, but he was also an honest one: he was sincerely convinced of his own merit, and could see no reason for feigning. The topmost round of his azure ladder had been reached by this time: he had held his secretaryship these twenty years-- had long since made his orations on the _ringhiera_, or platform of the Old Palace, as the custom was, in the presence of princely visitors, while Marzocco, the republican lion, wore his gold crown on the occasion, and all the people cried, "Viva Messer Bartolommeo!"--had been on an embassy to Rome, and had there been made titular Senator, Apostolical Secretary, Knight of the Golden Spur; and had, eight years ago, been Gonfaloniere--last goal of the Florentine citizen's ambition. Meantime he had got richer and richer, and more and more gouty, after the manner of successful mortality; and the Knight of the Golden Spur had often to sit with helpless cushioned heel under the handsome loggia he had built for himself, overlooking the spacious gardens and lawn at the back of his palace. | 13 | How long had he been the secretary? | twenty years | held his secretaryship these twenty years | 709 | 750 | false |
44 | cnn_3441833609a27b1253e1bf38648d93f1eae0d85b.story | cnn_3441833609a27b1253e1bf38648d93f1eae0d85b.story | 3kjyx6qcm9bk0t44npsesoa4exnvjy | cnn | Beijing (CNN) -- The wife of Ai Weiwei was taken from the Chinese artist's studio by police Tuesday and was questioned for three hours, the high-profile dissident said.
Four policemen took Lu Qing from the Beijing studio to a nearby police station, he said.
She was released by police after questioning and is now a "criminal suspect," he said.
They have not told her what crimes she is accused of, he added.
"I think the authorities are trying to threaten me through her," he said, speculating that Lu's arrest was related to her plans to visit Taiwan for an exhibition of her husband's work.
She has now been told to stay in Beijing, he added.
Police did not respond to a CNN request for comment on the case.
"Nobody can consider himself safe or innocent in an environment like this," said the dissident, who was himself detained by police for 81 days earlier this year.
He was ultimately charged with tax evasion, and last week paid $1.3 million so he can contest the charges brought against his company, Fake Cultural Development Ltd.
Had he not paid the sum, his wife -- who legally represents the company -- would have been jailed, he said.
The government says the company owes 15 million yuan ($2.3 million). The money was raised from 30,000 contributors, he said.
His lawyer, Pu Zhiqiang, said last week that Ai intends to return the donations if he wins the case and is refunded the money.
His family and human rights advocates believe that the real reason for his imprisonment is his criticism of the Chinese government. | 1 | What is Ai WeiWei's company called? | Fake Cultural Development Ltd. | his company, Fake Cultural Development Ltd. | 1,011 | 1,055 | false |
44 | cnn_3441833609a27b1253e1bf38648d93f1eae0d85b.story | cnn_3441833609a27b1253e1bf38648d93f1eae0d85b.story | 3kjyx6qcm9bk0t44npsesoa4exnvjy | cnn | Beijing (CNN) -- The wife of Ai Weiwei was taken from the Chinese artist's studio by police Tuesday and was questioned for three hours, the high-profile dissident said.
Four policemen took Lu Qing from the Beijing studio to a nearby police station, he said.
She was released by police after questioning and is now a "criminal suspect," he said.
They have not told her what crimes she is accused of, he added.
"I think the authorities are trying to threaten me through her," he said, speculating that Lu's arrest was related to her plans to visit Taiwan for an exhibition of her husband's work.
She has now been told to stay in Beijing, he added.
Police did not respond to a CNN request for comment on the case.
"Nobody can consider himself safe or innocent in an environment like this," said the dissident, who was himself detained by police for 81 days earlier this year.
He was ultimately charged with tax evasion, and last week paid $1.3 million so he can contest the charges brought against his company, Fake Cultural Development Ltd.
Had he not paid the sum, his wife -- who legally represents the company -- would have been jailed, he said.
The government says the company owes 15 million yuan ($2.3 million). The money was raised from 30,000 contributors, he said.
His lawyer, Pu Zhiqiang, said last week that Ai intends to return the donations if he wins the case and is refunded the money.
His family and human rights advocates believe that the real reason for his imprisonment is his criticism of the Chinese government. | 2 | Where is the report from? | Beijing | Beijing | 0 | 7 | false |
44 | cnn_3441833609a27b1253e1bf38648d93f1eae0d85b.story | cnn_3441833609a27b1253e1bf38648d93f1eae0d85b.story | 3kjyx6qcm9bk0t44npsesoa4exnvjy | cnn | Beijing (CNN) -- The wife of Ai Weiwei was taken from the Chinese artist's studio by police Tuesday and was questioned for three hours, the high-profile dissident said.
Four policemen took Lu Qing from the Beijing studio to a nearby police station, he said.
She was released by police after questioning and is now a "criminal suspect," he said.
They have not told her what crimes she is accused of, he added.
"I think the authorities are trying to threaten me through her," he said, speculating that Lu's arrest was related to her plans to visit Taiwan for an exhibition of her husband's work.
She has now been told to stay in Beijing, he added.
Police did not respond to a CNN request for comment on the case.
"Nobody can consider himself safe or innocent in an environment like this," said the dissident, who was himself detained by police for 81 days earlier this year.
He was ultimately charged with tax evasion, and last week paid $1.3 million so he can contest the charges brought against his company, Fake Cultural Development Ltd.
Had he not paid the sum, his wife -- who legally represents the company -- would have been jailed, he said.
The government says the company owes 15 million yuan ($2.3 million). The money was raised from 30,000 contributors, he said.
His lawyer, Pu Zhiqiang, said last week that Ai intends to return the donations if he wins the case and is refunded the money.
His family and human rights advocates believe that the real reason for his imprisonment is his criticism of the Chinese government. | 3 | what happened to his wife? | she was questioned by police | The wife of Ai Weiwei was taken from the Chinese artist's studio by police Tuesday and was questioned | 17 | 118 | false |
44 | cnn_3441833609a27b1253e1bf38648d93f1eae0d85b.story | cnn_3441833609a27b1253e1bf38648d93f1eae0d85b.story | 3kjyx6qcm9bk0t44npsesoa4exnvjy | cnn | Beijing (CNN) -- The wife of Ai Weiwei was taken from the Chinese artist's studio by police Tuesday and was questioned for three hours, the high-profile dissident said.
Four policemen took Lu Qing from the Beijing studio to a nearby police station, he said.
She was released by police after questioning and is now a "criminal suspect," he said.
They have not told her what crimes she is accused of, he added.
"I think the authorities are trying to threaten me through her," he said, speculating that Lu's arrest was related to her plans to visit Taiwan for an exhibition of her husband's work.
She has now been told to stay in Beijing, he added.
Police did not respond to a CNN request for comment on the case.
"Nobody can consider himself safe or innocent in an environment like this," said the dissident, who was himself detained by police for 81 days earlier this year.
He was ultimately charged with tax evasion, and last week paid $1.3 million so he can contest the charges brought against his company, Fake Cultural Development Ltd.
Had he not paid the sum, his wife -- who legally represents the company -- would have been jailed, he said.
The government says the company owes 15 million yuan ($2.3 million). The money was raised from 30,000 contributors, he said.
His lawyer, Pu Zhiqiang, said last week that Ai intends to return the donations if he wins the case and is refunded the money.
His family and human rights advocates believe that the real reason for his imprisonment is his criticism of the Chinese government. | 4 | where? | a nearby police station | to a nearby police station, | 223 | 250 | false |
44 | cnn_3441833609a27b1253e1bf38648d93f1eae0d85b.story | cnn_3441833609a27b1253e1bf38648d93f1eae0d85b.story | 3kjyx6qcm9bk0t44npsesoa4exnvjy | cnn | Beijing (CNN) -- The wife of Ai Weiwei was taken from the Chinese artist's studio by police Tuesday and was questioned for three hours, the high-profile dissident said.
Four policemen took Lu Qing from the Beijing studio to a nearby police station, he said.
She was released by police after questioning and is now a "criminal suspect," he said.
They have not told her what crimes she is accused of, he added.
"I think the authorities are trying to threaten me through her," he said, speculating that Lu's arrest was related to her plans to visit Taiwan for an exhibition of her husband's work.
She has now been told to stay in Beijing, he added.
Police did not respond to a CNN request for comment on the case.
"Nobody can consider himself safe or innocent in an environment like this," said the dissident, who was himself detained by police for 81 days earlier this year.
He was ultimately charged with tax evasion, and last week paid $1.3 million so he can contest the charges brought against his company, Fake Cultural Development Ltd.
Had he not paid the sum, his wife -- who legally represents the company -- would have been jailed, he said.
The government says the company owes 15 million yuan ($2.3 million). The money was raised from 30,000 contributors, he said.
His lawyer, Pu Zhiqiang, said last week that Ai intends to return the donations if he wins the case and is refunded the money.
His family and human rights advocates believe that the real reason for his imprisonment is his criticism of the Chinese government. | 5 | where was she taken from? | from the Chinese artist's studio | The wife of Ai Weiwei was taken from the Chinese artist's studio | 17 | 81 | false |
44 | cnn_3441833609a27b1253e1bf38648d93f1eae0d85b.story | cnn_3441833609a27b1253e1bf38648d93f1eae0d85b.story | 3kjyx6qcm9bk0t44npsesoa4exnvjy | cnn | Beijing (CNN) -- The wife of Ai Weiwei was taken from the Chinese artist's studio by police Tuesday and was questioned for three hours, the high-profile dissident said.
Four policemen took Lu Qing from the Beijing studio to a nearby police station, he said.
She was released by police after questioning and is now a "criminal suspect," he said.
They have not told her what crimes she is accused of, he added.
"I think the authorities are trying to threaten me through her," he said, speculating that Lu's arrest was related to her plans to visit Taiwan for an exhibition of her husband's work.
She has now been told to stay in Beijing, he added.
Police did not respond to a CNN request for comment on the case.
"Nobody can consider himself safe or innocent in an environment like this," said the dissident, who was himself detained by police for 81 days earlier this year.
He was ultimately charged with tax evasion, and last week paid $1.3 million so he can contest the charges brought against his company, Fake Cultural Development Ltd.
Had he not paid the sum, his wife -- who legally represents the company -- would have been jailed, he said.
The government says the company owes 15 million yuan ($2.3 million). The money was raised from 30,000 contributors, he said.
His lawyer, Pu Zhiqiang, said last week that Ai intends to return the donations if he wins the case and is refunded the money.
His family and human rights advocates believe that the real reason for his imprisonment is his criticism of the Chinese government. | 6 | how long for? | for three hours | and was questioned for three hours | 100 | 134 | false |
44 | cnn_3441833609a27b1253e1bf38648d93f1eae0d85b.story | cnn_3441833609a27b1253e1bf38648d93f1eae0d85b.story | 3kjyx6qcm9bk0t44npsesoa4exnvjy | cnn | Beijing (CNN) -- The wife of Ai Weiwei was taken from the Chinese artist's studio by police Tuesday and was questioned for three hours, the high-profile dissident said.
Four policemen took Lu Qing from the Beijing studio to a nearby police station, he said.
She was released by police after questioning and is now a "criminal suspect," he said.
They have not told her what crimes she is accused of, he added.
"I think the authorities are trying to threaten me through her," he said, speculating that Lu's arrest was related to her plans to visit Taiwan for an exhibition of her husband's work.
She has now been told to stay in Beijing, he added.
Police did not respond to a CNN request for comment on the case.
"Nobody can consider himself safe or innocent in an environment like this," said the dissident, who was himself detained by police for 81 days earlier this year.
He was ultimately charged with tax evasion, and last week paid $1.3 million so he can contest the charges brought against his company, Fake Cultural Development Ltd.
Had he not paid the sum, his wife -- who legally represents the company -- would have been jailed, he said.
The government says the company owes 15 million yuan ($2.3 million). The money was raised from 30,000 contributors, he said.
His lawyer, Pu Zhiqiang, said last week that Ai intends to return the donations if he wins the case and is refunded the money.
His family and human rights advocates believe that the real reason for his imprisonment is his criticism of the Chinese government. | 7 | how many policemen? | Four policemen | Four policemen took Lu Qing | 171 | 198 | false |
44 | cnn_3441833609a27b1253e1bf38648d93f1eae0d85b.story | cnn_3441833609a27b1253e1bf38648d93f1eae0d85b.story | 3kjyx6qcm9bk0t44npsesoa4exnvjy | cnn | Beijing (CNN) -- The wife of Ai Weiwei was taken from the Chinese artist's studio by police Tuesday and was questioned for three hours, the high-profile dissident said.
Four policemen took Lu Qing from the Beijing studio to a nearby police station, he said.
She was released by police after questioning and is now a "criminal suspect," he said.
They have not told her what crimes she is accused of, he added.
"I think the authorities are trying to threaten me through her," he said, speculating that Lu's arrest was related to her plans to visit Taiwan for an exhibition of her husband's work.
She has now been told to stay in Beijing, he added.
Police did not respond to a CNN request for comment on the case.
"Nobody can consider himself safe or innocent in an environment like this," said the dissident, who was himself detained by police for 81 days earlier this year.
He was ultimately charged with tax evasion, and last week paid $1.3 million so he can contest the charges brought against his company, Fake Cultural Development Ltd.
Had he not paid the sum, his wife -- who legally represents the company -- would have been jailed, he said.
The government says the company owes 15 million yuan ($2.3 million). The money was raised from 30,000 contributors, he said.
His lawyer, Pu Zhiqiang, said last week that Ai intends to return the donations if he wins the case and is refunded the money.
His family and human rights advocates believe that the real reason for his imprisonment is his criticism of the Chinese government. | 8 | was she kept there overnight? | no | She was released by police after questioning | 262 | 306 | false |
44 | cnn_3441833609a27b1253e1bf38648d93f1eae0d85b.story | cnn_3441833609a27b1253e1bf38648d93f1eae0d85b.story | 3kjyx6qcm9bk0t44npsesoa4exnvjy | cnn | Beijing (CNN) -- The wife of Ai Weiwei was taken from the Chinese artist's studio by police Tuesday and was questioned for three hours, the high-profile dissident said.
Four policemen took Lu Qing from the Beijing studio to a nearby police station, he said.
She was released by police after questioning and is now a "criminal suspect," he said.
They have not told her what crimes she is accused of, he added.
"I think the authorities are trying to threaten me through her," he said, speculating that Lu's arrest was related to her plans to visit Taiwan for an exhibition of her husband's work.
She has now been told to stay in Beijing, he added.
Police did not respond to a CNN request for comment on the case.
"Nobody can consider himself safe or innocent in an environment like this," said the dissident, who was himself detained by police for 81 days earlier this year.
He was ultimately charged with tax evasion, and last week paid $1.3 million so he can contest the charges brought against his company, Fake Cultural Development Ltd.
Had he not paid the sum, his wife -- who legally represents the company -- would have been jailed, he said.
The government says the company owes 15 million yuan ($2.3 million). The money was raised from 30,000 contributors, he said.
His lawyer, Pu Zhiqiang, said last week that Ai intends to return the donations if he wins the case and is refunded the money.
His family and human rights advocates believe that the real reason for his imprisonment is his criticism of the Chinese government. | 9 | what is she now? | a "criminal suspect," | and is now a "criminal suspect," he said. | 307 | 349 | false |
44 | cnn_3441833609a27b1253e1bf38648d93f1eae0d85b.story | cnn_3441833609a27b1253e1bf38648d93f1eae0d85b.story | 3kjyx6qcm9bk0t44npsesoa4exnvjy | cnn | Beijing (CNN) -- The wife of Ai Weiwei was taken from the Chinese artist's studio by police Tuesday and was questioned for three hours, the high-profile dissident said.
Four policemen took Lu Qing from the Beijing studio to a nearby police station, he said.
She was released by police after questioning and is now a "criminal suspect," he said.
They have not told her what crimes she is accused of, he added.
"I think the authorities are trying to threaten me through her," he said, speculating that Lu's arrest was related to her plans to visit Taiwan for an exhibition of her husband's work.
She has now been told to stay in Beijing, he added.
Police did not respond to a CNN request for comment on the case.
"Nobody can consider himself safe or innocent in an environment like this," said the dissident, who was himself detained by police for 81 days earlier this year.
He was ultimately charged with tax evasion, and last week paid $1.3 million so he can contest the charges brought against his company, Fake Cultural Development Ltd.
Had he not paid the sum, his wife -- who legally represents the company -- would have been jailed, he said.
The government says the company owes 15 million yuan ($2.3 million). The money was raised from 30,000 contributors, he said.
His lawyer, Pu Zhiqiang, said last week that Ai intends to return the donations if he wins the case and is refunded the money.
His family and human rights advocates believe that the real reason for his imprisonment is his criticism of the Chinese government. | 10 | what is she charged with? | They have not told her what crimes she is accused of | They have not told her what crimes she is accused of | 351 | 403 | false |
44 | cnn_3441833609a27b1253e1bf38648d93f1eae0d85b.story | cnn_3441833609a27b1253e1bf38648d93f1eae0d85b.story | 3kjyx6qcm9bk0t44npsesoa4exnvjy | cnn | Beijing (CNN) -- The wife of Ai Weiwei was taken from the Chinese artist's studio by police Tuesday and was questioned for three hours, the high-profile dissident said.
Four policemen took Lu Qing from the Beijing studio to a nearby police station, he said.
She was released by police after questioning and is now a "criminal suspect," he said.
They have not told her what crimes she is accused of, he added.
"I think the authorities are trying to threaten me through her," he said, speculating that Lu's arrest was related to her plans to visit Taiwan for an exhibition of her husband's work.
She has now been told to stay in Beijing, he added.
Police did not respond to a CNN request for comment on the case.
"Nobody can consider himself safe or innocent in an environment like this," said the dissident, who was himself detained by police for 81 days earlier this year.
He was ultimately charged with tax evasion, and last week paid $1.3 million so he can contest the charges brought against his company, Fake Cultural Development Ltd.
Had he not paid the sum, his wife -- who legally represents the company -- would have been jailed, he said.
The government says the company owes 15 million yuan ($2.3 million). The money was raised from 30,000 contributors, he said.
His lawyer, Pu Zhiqiang, said last week that Ai intends to return the donations if he wins the case and is refunded the money.
His family and human rights advocates believe that the real reason for his imprisonment is his criticism of the Chinese government. | 11 | Why does her husband think she was arrested? | He thinks the authorities are trying to threaten him through her | I think the authorities are trying to threaten me through her | 418 | 479 | false |
45 | data/gutenberg/txt/Wilkie Collins___After Dark.txt/CHAPTER IV_664596ada0c030c7316fff882abd366e20f83fb587b1f28495d9bf7 | data/gutenberg/txt/Wilkie Collins___After Dark.txt/CHAPTER IV_664596ada0c030c7316fff882abd366e20f83fb587b1f28495d9bf7 | 37qw5d2zrgmfokrh2qqisbhjznms83 | gutenberg | CHAPTER IV.
Signor Andrea D'Arbino, searching vainly through the various rooms in the palace for Count Fabio d'Ascoli, and trying as a last resource, the corridor leading to the ballroom and grand staircase, discovered his friend lying on the floor in a swoon, without any living creature near him. Determining to avoid alarming the guests, if possible, D'Arbino first sought help in the antechamber. He found there the marquis's valet, assisting the Cavaliere Finello (who was just taking his departure) to put on his cloak.
While Finello and his friend carried Fabio to an open window in the antechamber, the valet procured some iced water. This simple remedy, and the change of atmosphere, proved enough to restore the fainting man to his senses, but hardly--as it seemed to his friends--to his former self. They noticed a change to blankness and stillness in his face, and when he spoke, an indescribable alteration in the tone of his voice.
"I found you in a room in the corridor," said D'Arbino. "What made you faint? Don't you remember? Was it the heat?"
Fabio waited for a moment, painfully collecting his ideas. He looked at the valet, and Finello signed to the man to withdraw.
"Was it the heat?" repeated D'Arbino.
"No," answered Fabio, in strangely hushed, steady tones. "I have seen the face that was behind the yellow mask."
"Well?"
"It was the face of my dead wife."
"Your dead wife!"
"When the mask was removed I saw her face. Not as I remember it in the pride of her youth and beauty--not even as I remember her on her sick-bed--but as I remember her in her coffin." | 1 | Who was searching in vain? | Signor Andrea D'Arbino | Signor Andrea D'Arbino | 14 | 36 | false |
45 | data/gutenberg/txt/Wilkie Collins___After Dark.txt/CHAPTER IV_664596ada0c030c7316fff882abd366e20f83fb587b1f28495d9bf7 | data/gutenberg/txt/Wilkie Collins___After Dark.txt/CHAPTER IV_664596ada0c030c7316fff882abd366e20f83fb587b1f28495d9bf7 | 37qw5d2zrgmfokrh2qqisbhjznms83 | gutenberg | CHAPTER IV.
Signor Andrea D'Arbino, searching vainly through the various rooms in the palace for Count Fabio d'Ascoli, and trying as a last resource, the corridor leading to the ballroom and grand staircase, discovered his friend lying on the floor in a swoon, without any living creature near him. Determining to avoid alarming the guests, if possible, D'Arbino first sought help in the antechamber. He found there the marquis's valet, assisting the Cavaliere Finello (who was just taking his departure) to put on his cloak.
While Finello and his friend carried Fabio to an open window in the antechamber, the valet procured some iced water. This simple remedy, and the change of atmosphere, proved enough to restore the fainting man to his senses, but hardly--as it seemed to his friends--to his former self. They noticed a change to blankness and stillness in his face, and when he spoke, an indescribable alteration in the tone of his voice.
"I found you in a room in the corridor," said D'Arbino. "What made you faint? Don't you remember? Was it the heat?"
Fabio waited for a moment, painfully collecting his ideas. He looked at the valet, and Finello signed to the man to withdraw.
"Was it the heat?" repeated D'Arbino.
"No," answered Fabio, in strangely hushed, steady tones. "I have seen the face that was behind the yellow mask."
"Well?"
"It was the face of my dead wife."
"Your dead wife!"
"When the mask was removed I saw her face. Not as I remember it in the pride of her youth and beauty--not even as I remember her on her sick-bed--but as I remember her in her coffin." | 2 | Who was he searching for? | Count Fabio d'Ascoli | Count Fabio d'Ascoli | 99 | 119 | false |
45 | data/gutenberg/txt/Wilkie Collins___After Dark.txt/CHAPTER IV_664596ada0c030c7316fff882abd366e20f83fb587b1f28495d9bf7 | data/gutenberg/txt/Wilkie Collins___After Dark.txt/CHAPTER IV_664596ada0c030c7316fff882abd366e20f83fb587b1f28495d9bf7 | 37qw5d2zrgmfokrh2qqisbhjznms83 | gutenberg | CHAPTER IV.
Signor Andrea D'Arbino, searching vainly through the various rooms in the palace for Count Fabio d'Ascoli, and trying as a last resource, the corridor leading to the ballroom and grand staircase, discovered his friend lying on the floor in a swoon, without any living creature near him. Determining to avoid alarming the guests, if possible, D'Arbino first sought help in the antechamber. He found there the marquis's valet, assisting the Cavaliere Finello (who was just taking his departure) to put on his cloak.
While Finello and his friend carried Fabio to an open window in the antechamber, the valet procured some iced water. This simple remedy, and the change of atmosphere, proved enough to restore the fainting man to his senses, but hardly--as it seemed to his friends--to his former self. They noticed a change to blankness and stillness in his face, and when he spoke, an indescribable alteration in the tone of his voice.
"I found you in a room in the corridor," said D'Arbino. "What made you faint? Don't you remember? Was it the heat?"
Fabio waited for a moment, painfully collecting his ideas. He looked at the valet, and Finello signed to the man to withdraw.
"Was it the heat?" repeated D'Arbino.
"No," answered Fabio, in strangely hushed, steady tones. "I have seen the face that was behind the yellow mask."
"Well?"
"It was the face of my dead wife."
"Your dead wife!"
"When the mask was removed I saw her face. Not as I remember it in the pride of her youth and beauty--not even as I remember her on her sick-bed--but as I remember her in her coffin." | 3 | Where was he searching? | in the palace | in the palace | 81 | 95 | false |
45 | data/gutenberg/txt/Wilkie Collins___After Dark.txt/CHAPTER IV_664596ada0c030c7316fff882abd366e20f83fb587b1f28495d9bf7 | data/gutenberg/txt/Wilkie Collins___After Dark.txt/CHAPTER IV_664596ada0c030c7316fff882abd366e20f83fb587b1f28495d9bf7 | 37qw5d2zrgmfokrh2qqisbhjznms83 | gutenberg | CHAPTER IV.
Signor Andrea D'Arbino, searching vainly through the various rooms in the palace for Count Fabio d'Ascoli, and trying as a last resource, the corridor leading to the ballroom and grand staircase, discovered his friend lying on the floor in a swoon, without any living creature near him. Determining to avoid alarming the guests, if possible, D'Arbino first sought help in the antechamber. He found there the marquis's valet, assisting the Cavaliere Finello (who was just taking his departure) to put on his cloak.
While Finello and his friend carried Fabio to an open window in the antechamber, the valet procured some iced water. This simple remedy, and the change of atmosphere, proved enough to restore the fainting man to his senses, but hardly--as it seemed to his friends--to his former self. They noticed a change to blankness and stillness in his face, and when he spoke, an indescribable alteration in the tone of his voice.
"I found you in a room in the corridor," said D'Arbino. "What made you faint? Don't you remember? Was it the heat?"
Fabio waited for a moment, painfully collecting his ideas. He looked at the valet, and Finello signed to the man to withdraw.
"Was it the heat?" repeated D'Arbino.
"No," answered Fabio, in strangely hushed, steady tones. "I have seen the face that was behind the yellow mask."
"Well?"
"It was the face of my dead wife."
"Your dead wife!"
"When the mask was removed I saw her face. Not as I remember it in the pride of her youth and beauty--not even as I remember her on her sick-bed--but as I remember her in her coffin." | 4 | Where did he try last? | the corridor leading to the ballroom | the corridor leading to the ballroom | 151 | 189 | false |
45 | data/gutenberg/txt/Wilkie Collins___After Dark.txt/CHAPTER IV_664596ada0c030c7316fff882abd366e20f83fb587b1f28495d9bf7 | data/gutenberg/txt/Wilkie Collins___After Dark.txt/CHAPTER IV_664596ada0c030c7316fff882abd366e20f83fb587b1f28495d9bf7 | 37qw5d2zrgmfokrh2qqisbhjznms83 | gutenberg | CHAPTER IV.
Signor Andrea D'Arbino, searching vainly through the various rooms in the palace for Count Fabio d'Ascoli, and trying as a last resource, the corridor leading to the ballroom and grand staircase, discovered his friend lying on the floor in a swoon, without any living creature near him. Determining to avoid alarming the guests, if possible, D'Arbino first sought help in the antechamber. He found there the marquis's valet, assisting the Cavaliere Finello (who was just taking his departure) to put on his cloak.
While Finello and his friend carried Fabio to an open window in the antechamber, the valet procured some iced water. This simple remedy, and the change of atmosphere, proved enough to restore the fainting man to his senses, but hardly--as it seemed to his friends--to his former self. They noticed a change to blankness and stillness in his face, and when he spoke, an indescribable alteration in the tone of his voice.
"I found you in a room in the corridor," said D'Arbino. "What made you faint? Don't you remember? Was it the heat?"
Fabio waited for a moment, painfully collecting his ideas. He looked at the valet, and Finello signed to the man to withdraw.
"Was it the heat?" repeated D'Arbino.
"No," answered Fabio, in strangely hushed, steady tones. "I have seen the face that was behind the yellow mask."
"Well?"
"It was the face of my dead wife."
"Your dead wife!"
"When the mask was removed I saw her face. Not as I remember it in the pride of her youth and beauty--not even as I remember her on her sick-bed--but as I remember her in her coffin." | 5 | Did he find him there? | yes | discovered his friend lying on the floor | 209 | 250 | false |
45 | data/gutenberg/txt/Wilkie Collins___After Dark.txt/CHAPTER IV_664596ada0c030c7316fff882abd366e20f83fb587b1f28495d9bf7 | data/gutenberg/txt/Wilkie Collins___After Dark.txt/CHAPTER IV_664596ada0c030c7316fff882abd366e20f83fb587b1f28495d9bf7 | 37qw5d2zrgmfokrh2qqisbhjznms83 | gutenberg | CHAPTER IV.
Signor Andrea D'Arbino, searching vainly through the various rooms in the palace for Count Fabio d'Ascoli, and trying as a last resource, the corridor leading to the ballroom and grand staircase, discovered his friend lying on the floor in a swoon, without any living creature near him. Determining to avoid alarming the guests, if possible, D'Arbino first sought help in the antechamber. He found there the marquis's valet, assisting the Cavaliere Finello (who was just taking his departure) to put on his cloak.
While Finello and his friend carried Fabio to an open window in the antechamber, the valet procured some iced water. This simple remedy, and the change of atmosphere, proved enough to restore the fainting man to his senses, but hardly--as it seemed to his friends--to his former self. They noticed a change to blankness and stillness in his face, and when he spoke, an indescribable alteration in the tone of his voice.
"I found you in a room in the corridor," said D'Arbino. "What made you faint? Don't you remember? Was it the heat?"
Fabio waited for a moment, painfully collecting his ideas. He looked at the valet, and Finello signed to the man to withdraw.
"Was it the heat?" repeated D'Arbino.
"No," answered Fabio, in strangely hushed, steady tones. "I have seen the face that was behind the yellow mask."
"Well?"
"It was the face of my dead wife."
"Your dead wife!"
"When the mask was removed I saw her face. Not as I remember it in the pride of her youth and beauty--not even as I remember her on her sick-bed--but as I remember her in her coffin." | 6 | What was he doing? | lying on the floor | lying on the floor | 231 | 251 | false |
45 | data/gutenberg/txt/Wilkie Collins___After Dark.txt/CHAPTER IV_664596ada0c030c7316fff882abd366e20f83fb587b1f28495d9bf7 | data/gutenberg/txt/Wilkie Collins___After Dark.txt/CHAPTER IV_664596ada0c030c7316fff882abd366e20f83fb587b1f28495d9bf7 | 37qw5d2zrgmfokrh2qqisbhjznms83 | gutenberg | CHAPTER IV.
Signor Andrea D'Arbino, searching vainly through the various rooms in the palace for Count Fabio d'Ascoli, and trying as a last resource, the corridor leading to the ballroom and grand staircase, discovered his friend lying on the floor in a swoon, without any living creature near him. Determining to avoid alarming the guests, if possible, D'Arbino first sought help in the antechamber. He found there the marquis's valet, assisting the Cavaliere Finello (who was just taking his departure) to put on his cloak.
While Finello and his friend carried Fabio to an open window in the antechamber, the valet procured some iced water. This simple remedy, and the change of atmosphere, proved enough to restore the fainting man to his senses, but hardly--as it seemed to his friends--to his former self. They noticed a change to blankness and stillness in his face, and when he spoke, an indescribable alteration in the tone of his voice.
"I found you in a room in the corridor," said D'Arbino. "What made you faint? Don't you remember? Was it the heat?"
Fabio waited for a moment, painfully collecting his ideas. He looked at the valet, and Finello signed to the man to withdraw.
"Was it the heat?" repeated D'Arbino.
"No," answered Fabio, in strangely hushed, steady tones. "I have seen the face that was behind the yellow mask."
"Well?"
"It was the face of my dead wife."
"Your dead wife!"
"When the mask was removed I saw her face. Not as I remember it in the pride of her youth and beauty--not even as I remember her on her sick-bed--but as I remember her in her coffin." | 7 | Who did D'Arbino go to seek help? | in the antechamber | in the antechamber | 382 | 401 | false |
45 | data/gutenberg/txt/Wilkie Collins___After Dark.txt/CHAPTER IV_664596ada0c030c7316fff882abd366e20f83fb587b1f28495d9bf7 | data/gutenberg/txt/Wilkie Collins___After Dark.txt/CHAPTER IV_664596ada0c030c7316fff882abd366e20f83fb587b1f28495d9bf7 | 37qw5d2zrgmfokrh2qqisbhjznms83 | gutenberg | CHAPTER IV.
Signor Andrea D'Arbino, searching vainly through the various rooms in the palace for Count Fabio d'Ascoli, and trying as a last resource, the corridor leading to the ballroom and grand staircase, discovered his friend lying on the floor in a swoon, without any living creature near him. Determining to avoid alarming the guests, if possible, D'Arbino first sought help in the antechamber. He found there the marquis's valet, assisting the Cavaliere Finello (who was just taking his departure) to put on his cloak.
While Finello and his friend carried Fabio to an open window in the antechamber, the valet procured some iced water. This simple remedy, and the change of atmosphere, proved enough to restore the fainting man to his senses, but hardly--as it seemed to his friends--to his former self. They noticed a change to blankness and stillness in his face, and when he spoke, an indescribable alteration in the tone of his voice.
"I found you in a room in the corridor," said D'Arbino. "What made you faint? Don't you remember? Was it the heat?"
Fabio waited for a moment, painfully collecting his ideas. He looked at the valet, and Finello signed to the man to withdraw.
"Was it the heat?" repeated D'Arbino.
"No," answered Fabio, in strangely hushed, steady tones. "I have seen the face that was behind the yellow mask."
"Well?"
"It was the face of my dead wife."
"Your dead wife!"
"When the mask was removed I saw her face. Not as I remember it in the pride of her youth and beauty--not even as I remember her on her sick-bed--but as I remember her in her coffin." | 8 | Did he find anyone there? | the marquis's valet | marquis's valet | 422 | 437 | false |
45 | data/gutenberg/txt/Wilkie Collins___After Dark.txt/CHAPTER IV_664596ada0c030c7316fff882abd366e20f83fb587b1f28495d9bf7 | data/gutenberg/txt/Wilkie Collins___After Dark.txt/CHAPTER IV_664596ada0c030c7316fff882abd366e20f83fb587b1f28495d9bf7 | 37qw5d2zrgmfokrh2qqisbhjznms83 | gutenberg | CHAPTER IV.
Signor Andrea D'Arbino, searching vainly through the various rooms in the palace for Count Fabio d'Ascoli, and trying as a last resource, the corridor leading to the ballroom and grand staircase, discovered his friend lying on the floor in a swoon, without any living creature near him. Determining to avoid alarming the guests, if possible, D'Arbino first sought help in the antechamber. He found there the marquis's valet, assisting the Cavaliere Finello (who was just taking his departure) to put on his cloak.
While Finello and his friend carried Fabio to an open window in the antechamber, the valet procured some iced water. This simple remedy, and the change of atmosphere, proved enough to restore the fainting man to his senses, but hardly--as it seemed to his friends--to his former self. They noticed a change to blankness and stillness in his face, and when he spoke, an indescribable alteration in the tone of his voice.
"I found you in a room in the corridor," said D'Arbino. "What made you faint? Don't you remember? Was it the heat?"
Fabio waited for a moment, painfully collecting his ideas. He looked at the valet, and Finello signed to the man to withdraw.
"Was it the heat?" repeated D'Arbino.
"No," answered Fabio, in strangely hushed, steady tones. "I have seen the face that was behind the yellow mask."
"Well?"
"It was the face of my dead wife."
"Your dead wife!"
"When the mask was removed I saw her face. Not as I remember it in the pride of her youth and beauty--not even as I remember her on her sick-bed--but as I remember her in her coffin." | 9 | What was he doing? | assisting the Cavaliere Finello | assisting the Cavaliere Finello | 439 | 470 | false |
45 | data/gutenberg/txt/Wilkie Collins___After Dark.txt/CHAPTER IV_664596ada0c030c7316fff882abd366e20f83fb587b1f28495d9bf7 | data/gutenberg/txt/Wilkie Collins___After Dark.txt/CHAPTER IV_664596ada0c030c7316fff882abd366e20f83fb587b1f28495d9bf7 | 37qw5d2zrgmfokrh2qqisbhjznms83 | gutenberg | CHAPTER IV.
Signor Andrea D'Arbino, searching vainly through the various rooms in the palace for Count Fabio d'Ascoli, and trying as a last resource, the corridor leading to the ballroom and grand staircase, discovered his friend lying on the floor in a swoon, without any living creature near him. Determining to avoid alarming the guests, if possible, D'Arbino first sought help in the antechamber. He found there the marquis's valet, assisting the Cavaliere Finello (who was just taking his departure) to put on his cloak.
While Finello and his friend carried Fabio to an open window in the antechamber, the valet procured some iced water. This simple remedy, and the change of atmosphere, proved enough to restore the fainting man to his senses, but hardly--as it seemed to his friends--to his former self. They noticed a change to blankness and stillness in his face, and when he spoke, an indescribable alteration in the tone of his voice.
"I found you in a room in the corridor," said D'Arbino. "What made you faint? Don't you remember? Was it the heat?"
Fabio waited for a moment, painfully collecting his ideas. He looked at the valet, and Finello signed to the man to withdraw.
"Was it the heat?" repeated D'Arbino.
"No," answered Fabio, in strangely hushed, steady tones. "I have seen the face that was behind the yellow mask."
"Well?"
"It was the face of my dead wife."
"Your dead wife!"
"When the mask was removed I saw her face. Not as I remember it in the pride of her youth and beauty--not even as I remember her on her sick-bed--but as I remember her in her coffin." | 10 | Where did they carry Fabio to? | to an open window | to an open window | 572 | 590 | false |
46 | data/gutenberg/txt/Rudyard Kipling___The Works of Rudyard Kipling One Volume Edition.txt/CHAPTER VIII_aff15ece1efdcec002b2ae14111d08252cb4f2a643a3bfed2aab5f4 | data/gutenberg/txt/Rudyard Kipling___The Works of Rudyard Kipling One Volume Edition.txt/CHAPTER VIII_aff15ece1efdcec002b2ae14111d08252cb4f2a643a3bfed2aab5f4 | 32z9zlut1lktj30hyd3flj0h5h7ohf | gutenberg | CHAPTER VIII
And these two, as I have told you, Were the friends of Hiawatha, Chibiabos, the musician, And the very strong man, Kwasind. --Hiawatha
Torpenhow was paging the last sheets of some manuscript, while the Nilghai, who had come for chess and remained to talk tactics, was reading through the first part, commenting scornfully the while.
"It's picturesque enough and it's sketchy," said he; "but as a serious consideration of affairs in Eastern Europe, it's not worth much."
"It's off my hands at any rate. . . . Thirty-seven, thirty-eight, thirty-nine slips altogether, aren't there? That should make between eleven and twelve pages of valuable misinformation. Heigh-ho!" Torpenhow shuffled the writing together and hummed--
'Young lambs to sell, young lambs to sell, If I'd as much money as I could tell, I never would cry, Young lambs to sell!'"
Dick entered, self-conscious and a little defiant, but in the best of tempers with all the world.
"Back at last?" said Torpenhow.
"More or less. What have you been doing?"
"Work. Dickie, you behave as though the Bank of England were behind you. Here's Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday gone and you haven't done a line. It's scandalous."
"The notions come and go, my children--they come and go like our 'baccy," he answered, filling his pipe. "Moreover," he stooped to thrust a spill into the grate, "Apollo does not always stretch his----Oh, confound your clumsy jests, Nilghai!"
"This is not the place to preach the theory of direct inspiration," said the Nilghai, returning Torpenhow's large and workmanlike bellows to their nail on the wall. "We believe in cobblers" wax. La!--where you sit down." | 1 | Who was paging? | Torpenhow | Torpenhow was paging the last sheets of some manuscript, | 152 | 208 | false |
46 | data/gutenberg/txt/Rudyard Kipling___The Works of Rudyard Kipling One Volume Edition.txt/CHAPTER VIII_aff15ece1efdcec002b2ae14111d08252cb4f2a643a3bfed2aab5f4 | data/gutenberg/txt/Rudyard Kipling___The Works of Rudyard Kipling One Volume Edition.txt/CHAPTER VIII_aff15ece1efdcec002b2ae14111d08252cb4f2a643a3bfed2aab5f4 | 32z9zlut1lktj30hyd3flj0h5h7ohf | gutenberg | CHAPTER VIII
And these two, as I have told you, Were the friends of Hiawatha, Chibiabos, the musician, And the very strong man, Kwasind. --Hiawatha
Torpenhow was paging the last sheets of some manuscript, while the Nilghai, who had come for chess and remained to talk tactics, was reading through the first part, commenting scornfully the while.
"It's picturesque enough and it's sketchy," said he; "but as a serious consideration of affairs in Eastern Europe, it's not worth much."
"It's off my hands at any rate. . . . Thirty-seven, thirty-eight, thirty-nine slips altogether, aren't there? That should make between eleven and twelve pages of valuable misinformation. Heigh-ho!" Torpenhow shuffled the writing together and hummed--
'Young lambs to sell, young lambs to sell, If I'd as much money as I could tell, I never would cry, Young lambs to sell!'"
Dick entered, self-conscious and a little defiant, but in the best of tempers with all the world.
"Back at last?" said Torpenhow.
"More or less. What have you been doing?"
"Work. Dickie, you behave as though the Bank of England were behind you. Here's Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday gone and you haven't done a line. It's scandalous."
"The notions come and go, my children--they come and go like our 'baccy," he answered, filling his pipe. "Moreover," he stooped to thrust a spill into the grate, "Apollo does not always stretch his----Oh, confound your clumsy jests, Nilghai!"
"This is not the place to preach the theory of direct inspiration," said the Nilghai, returning Torpenhow's large and workmanlike bellows to their nail on the wall. "We believe in cobblers" wax. La!--where you sit down." | 2 | What was she paging | the last sheets of some manuscript | Torpenhow was paging the last sheets of some manuscript | 152 | 207 | false |
46 | data/gutenberg/txt/Rudyard Kipling___The Works of Rudyard Kipling One Volume Edition.txt/CHAPTER VIII_aff15ece1efdcec002b2ae14111d08252cb4f2a643a3bfed2aab5f4 | data/gutenberg/txt/Rudyard Kipling___The Works of Rudyard Kipling One Volume Edition.txt/CHAPTER VIII_aff15ece1efdcec002b2ae14111d08252cb4f2a643a3bfed2aab5f4 | 32z9zlut1lktj30hyd3flj0h5h7ohf | gutenberg | CHAPTER VIII
And these two, as I have told you, Were the friends of Hiawatha, Chibiabos, the musician, And the very strong man, Kwasind. --Hiawatha
Torpenhow was paging the last sheets of some manuscript, while the Nilghai, who had come for chess and remained to talk tactics, was reading through the first part, commenting scornfully the while.
"It's picturesque enough and it's sketchy," said he; "but as a serious consideration of affairs in Eastern Europe, it's not worth much."
"It's off my hands at any rate. . . . Thirty-seven, thirty-eight, thirty-nine slips altogether, aren't there? That should make between eleven and twelve pages of valuable misinformation. Heigh-ho!" Torpenhow shuffled the writing together and hummed--
'Young lambs to sell, young lambs to sell, If I'd as much money as I could tell, I never would cry, Young lambs to sell!'"
Dick entered, self-conscious and a little defiant, but in the best of tempers with all the world.
"Back at last?" said Torpenhow.
"More or less. What have you been doing?"
"Work. Dickie, you behave as though the Bank of England were behind you. Here's Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday gone and you haven't done a line. It's scandalous."
"The notions come and go, my children--they come and go like our 'baccy," he answered, filling his pipe. "Moreover," he stooped to thrust a spill into the grate, "Apollo does not always stretch his----Oh, confound your clumsy jests, Nilghai!"
"This is not the place to preach the theory of direct inspiration," said the Nilghai, returning Torpenhow's large and workmanlike bellows to their nail on the wall. "We believe in cobblers" wax. La!--where you sit down." | 3 | Who came for chess | the Nilghai | while the Nilghai, who had come for chess and remained to talk tactics | 208 | 279 | false |
46 | data/gutenberg/txt/Rudyard Kipling___The Works of Rudyard Kipling One Volume Edition.txt/CHAPTER VIII_aff15ece1efdcec002b2ae14111d08252cb4f2a643a3bfed2aab5f4 | data/gutenberg/txt/Rudyard Kipling___The Works of Rudyard Kipling One Volume Edition.txt/CHAPTER VIII_aff15ece1efdcec002b2ae14111d08252cb4f2a643a3bfed2aab5f4 | 32z9zlut1lktj30hyd3flj0h5h7ohf | gutenberg | CHAPTER VIII
And these two, as I have told you, Were the friends of Hiawatha, Chibiabos, the musician, And the very strong man, Kwasind. --Hiawatha
Torpenhow was paging the last sheets of some manuscript, while the Nilghai, who had come for chess and remained to talk tactics, was reading through the first part, commenting scornfully the while.
"It's picturesque enough and it's sketchy," said he; "but as a serious consideration of affairs in Eastern Europe, it's not worth much."
"It's off my hands at any rate. . . . Thirty-seven, thirty-eight, thirty-nine slips altogether, aren't there? That should make between eleven and twelve pages of valuable misinformation. Heigh-ho!" Torpenhow shuffled the writing together and hummed--
'Young lambs to sell, young lambs to sell, If I'd as much money as I could tell, I never would cry, Young lambs to sell!'"
Dick entered, self-conscious and a little defiant, but in the best of tempers with all the world.
"Back at last?" said Torpenhow.
"More or less. What have you been doing?"
"Work. Dickie, you behave as though the Bank of England were behind you. Here's Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday gone and you haven't done a line. It's scandalous."
"The notions come and go, my children--they come and go like our 'baccy," he answered, filling his pipe. "Moreover," he stooped to thrust a spill into the grate, "Apollo does not always stretch his----Oh, confound your clumsy jests, Nilghai!"
"This is not the place to preach the theory of direct inspiration," said the Nilghai, returning Torpenhow's large and workmanlike bellows to their nail on the wall. "We believe in cobblers" wax. La!--where you sit down." | 4 | Did he stay | yes | who had come for chess and remained to talk tactics | 228 | 279 | false |
46 | data/gutenberg/txt/Rudyard Kipling___The Works of Rudyard Kipling One Volume Edition.txt/CHAPTER VIII_aff15ece1efdcec002b2ae14111d08252cb4f2a643a3bfed2aab5f4 | data/gutenberg/txt/Rudyard Kipling___The Works of Rudyard Kipling One Volume Edition.txt/CHAPTER VIII_aff15ece1efdcec002b2ae14111d08252cb4f2a643a3bfed2aab5f4 | 32z9zlut1lktj30hyd3flj0h5h7ohf | gutenberg | CHAPTER VIII
And these two, as I have told you, Were the friends of Hiawatha, Chibiabos, the musician, And the very strong man, Kwasind. --Hiawatha
Torpenhow was paging the last sheets of some manuscript, while the Nilghai, who had come for chess and remained to talk tactics, was reading through the first part, commenting scornfully the while.
"It's picturesque enough and it's sketchy," said he; "but as a serious consideration of affairs in Eastern Europe, it's not worth much."
"It's off my hands at any rate. . . . Thirty-seven, thirty-eight, thirty-nine slips altogether, aren't there? That should make between eleven and twelve pages of valuable misinformation. Heigh-ho!" Torpenhow shuffled the writing together and hummed--
'Young lambs to sell, young lambs to sell, If I'd as much money as I could tell, I never would cry, Young lambs to sell!'"
Dick entered, self-conscious and a little defiant, but in the best of tempers with all the world.
"Back at last?" said Torpenhow.
"More or less. What have you been doing?"
"Work. Dickie, you behave as though the Bank of England were behind you. Here's Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday gone and you haven't done a line. It's scandalous."
"The notions come and go, my children--they come and go like our 'baccy," he answered, filling his pipe. "Moreover," he stooped to thrust a spill into the grate, "Apollo does not always stretch his----Oh, confound your clumsy jests, Nilghai!"
"This is not the place to preach the theory of direct inspiration," said the Nilghai, returning Torpenhow's large and workmanlike bellows to their nail on the wall. "We believe in cobblers" wax. La!--where you sit down." | 5 | why? | to talk tactics | who had come for chess and remained to talk tactics | 227 | 279 | false |
46 | data/gutenberg/txt/Rudyard Kipling___The Works of Rudyard Kipling One Volume Edition.txt/CHAPTER VIII_aff15ece1efdcec002b2ae14111d08252cb4f2a643a3bfed2aab5f4 | data/gutenberg/txt/Rudyard Kipling___The Works of Rudyard Kipling One Volume Edition.txt/CHAPTER VIII_aff15ece1efdcec002b2ae14111d08252cb4f2a643a3bfed2aab5f4 | 32z9zlut1lktj30hyd3flj0h5h7ohf | gutenberg | CHAPTER VIII
And these two, as I have told you, Were the friends of Hiawatha, Chibiabos, the musician, And the very strong man, Kwasind. --Hiawatha
Torpenhow was paging the last sheets of some manuscript, while the Nilghai, who had come for chess and remained to talk tactics, was reading through the first part, commenting scornfully the while.
"It's picturesque enough and it's sketchy," said he; "but as a serious consideration of affairs in Eastern Europe, it's not worth much."
"It's off my hands at any rate. . . . Thirty-seven, thirty-eight, thirty-nine slips altogether, aren't there? That should make between eleven and twelve pages of valuable misinformation. Heigh-ho!" Torpenhow shuffled the writing together and hummed--
'Young lambs to sell, young lambs to sell, If I'd as much money as I could tell, I never would cry, Young lambs to sell!'"
Dick entered, self-conscious and a little defiant, but in the best of tempers with all the world.
"Back at last?" said Torpenhow.
"More or less. What have you been doing?"
"Work. Dickie, you behave as though the Bank of England were behind you. Here's Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday gone and you haven't done a line. It's scandalous."
"The notions come and go, my children--they come and go like our 'baccy," he answered, filling his pipe. "Moreover," he stooped to thrust a spill into the grate, "Apollo does not always stretch his----Oh, confound your clumsy jests, Nilghai!"
"This is not the place to preach the theory of direct inspiration," said the Nilghai, returning Torpenhow's large and workmanlike bellows to their nail on the wall. "We believe in cobblers" wax. La!--where you sit down." | 6 | Was he reading? | yes | while the Nilghai, who had come for chess and remained to talk tactics, was reading through the first part | 209 | 315 | false |
46 | data/gutenberg/txt/Rudyard Kipling___The Works of Rudyard Kipling One Volume Edition.txt/CHAPTER VIII_aff15ece1efdcec002b2ae14111d08252cb4f2a643a3bfed2aab5f4 | data/gutenberg/txt/Rudyard Kipling___The Works of Rudyard Kipling One Volume Edition.txt/CHAPTER VIII_aff15ece1efdcec002b2ae14111d08252cb4f2a643a3bfed2aab5f4 | 32z9zlut1lktj30hyd3flj0h5h7ohf | gutenberg | CHAPTER VIII
And these two, as I have told you, Were the friends of Hiawatha, Chibiabos, the musician, And the very strong man, Kwasind. --Hiawatha
Torpenhow was paging the last sheets of some manuscript, while the Nilghai, who had come for chess and remained to talk tactics, was reading through the first part, commenting scornfully the while.
"It's picturesque enough and it's sketchy," said he; "but as a serious consideration of affairs in Eastern Europe, it's not worth much."
"It's off my hands at any rate. . . . Thirty-seven, thirty-eight, thirty-nine slips altogether, aren't there? That should make between eleven and twelve pages of valuable misinformation. Heigh-ho!" Torpenhow shuffled the writing together and hummed--
'Young lambs to sell, young lambs to sell, If I'd as much money as I could tell, I never would cry, Young lambs to sell!'"
Dick entered, self-conscious and a little defiant, but in the best of tempers with all the world.
"Back at last?" said Torpenhow.
"More or less. What have you been doing?"
"Work. Dickie, you behave as though the Bank of England were behind you. Here's Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday gone and you haven't done a line. It's scandalous."
"The notions come and go, my children--they come and go like our 'baccy," he answered, filling his pipe. "Moreover," he stooped to thrust a spill into the grate, "Apollo does not always stretch his----Oh, confound your clumsy jests, Nilghai!"
"This is not the place to preach the theory of direct inspiration," said the Nilghai, returning Torpenhow's large and workmanlike bellows to their nail on the wall. "We believe in cobblers" wax. La!--where you sit down." | 7 | How was he commenting | Yes. | was reading through the first part, commenting scornfully the while. | 281 | 350 | false |
46 | data/gutenberg/txt/Rudyard Kipling___The Works of Rudyard Kipling One Volume Edition.txt/CHAPTER VIII_aff15ece1efdcec002b2ae14111d08252cb4f2a643a3bfed2aab5f4 | data/gutenberg/txt/Rudyard Kipling___The Works of Rudyard Kipling One Volume Edition.txt/CHAPTER VIII_aff15ece1efdcec002b2ae14111d08252cb4f2a643a3bfed2aab5f4 | 32z9zlut1lktj30hyd3flj0h5h7ohf | gutenberg | CHAPTER VIII
And these two, as I have told you, Were the friends of Hiawatha, Chibiabos, the musician, And the very strong man, Kwasind. --Hiawatha
Torpenhow was paging the last sheets of some manuscript, while the Nilghai, who had come for chess and remained to talk tactics, was reading through the first part, commenting scornfully the while.
"It's picturesque enough and it's sketchy," said he; "but as a serious consideration of affairs in Eastern Europe, it's not worth much."
"It's off my hands at any rate. . . . Thirty-seven, thirty-eight, thirty-nine slips altogether, aren't there? That should make between eleven and twelve pages of valuable misinformation. Heigh-ho!" Torpenhow shuffled the writing together and hummed--
'Young lambs to sell, young lambs to sell, If I'd as much money as I could tell, I never would cry, Young lambs to sell!'"
Dick entered, self-conscious and a little defiant, but in the best of tempers with all the world.
"Back at last?" said Torpenhow.
"More or less. What have you been doing?"
"Work. Dickie, you behave as though the Bank of England were behind you. Here's Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday gone and you haven't done a line. It's scandalous."
"The notions come and go, my children--they come and go like our 'baccy," he answered, filling his pipe. "Moreover," he stooped to thrust a spill into the grate, "Apollo does not always stretch his----Oh, confound your clumsy jests, Nilghai!"
"This is not the place to preach the theory of direct inspiration," said the Nilghai, returning Torpenhow's large and workmanlike bellows to their nail on the wall. "We believe in cobblers" wax. La!--where you sit down." | 8 | How does he describe what he reads? | "It's picturesque enough and it's sketchy," | "It's picturesque enough and it's sketchy," said he | 352 | 403 | false |
46 | data/gutenberg/txt/Rudyard Kipling___The Works of Rudyard Kipling One Volume Edition.txt/CHAPTER VIII_aff15ece1efdcec002b2ae14111d08252cb4f2a643a3bfed2aab5f4 | data/gutenberg/txt/Rudyard Kipling___The Works of Rudyard Kipling One Volume Edition.txt/CHAPTER VIII_aff15ece1efdcec002b2ae14111d08252cb4f2a643a3bfed2aab5f4 | 32z9zlut1lktj30hyd3flj0h5h7ohf | gutenberg | CHAPTER VIII
And these two, as I have told you, Were the friends of Hiawatha, Chibiabos, the musician, And the very strong man, Kwasind. --Hiawatha
Torpenhow was paging the last sheets of some manuscript, while the Nilghai, who had come for chess and remained to talk tactics, was reading through the first part, commenting scornfully the while.
"It's picturesque enough and it's sketchy," said he; "but as a serious consideration of affairs in Eastern Europe, it's not worth much."
"It's off my hands at any rate. . . . Thirty-seven, thirty-eight, thirty-nine slips altogether, aren't there? That should make between eleven and twelve pages of valuable misinformation. Heigh-ho!" Torpenhow shuffled the writing together and hummed--
'Young lambs to sell, young lambs to sell, If I'd as much money as I could tell, I never would cry, Young lambs to sell!'"
Dick entered, self-conscious and a little defiant, but in the best of tempers with all the world.
"Back at last?" said Torpenhow.
"More or less. What have you been doing?"
"Work. Dickie, you behave as though the Bank of England were behind you. Here's Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday gone and you haven't done a line. It's scandalous."
"The notions come and go, my children--they come and go like our 'baccy," he answered, filling his pipe. "Moreover," he stooped to thrust a spill into the grate, "Apollo does not always stretch his----Oh, confound your clumsy jests, Nilghai!"
"This is not the place to preach the theory of direct inspiration," said the Nilghai, returning Torpenhow's large and workmanlike bellows to their nail on the wall. "We believe in cobblers" wax. La!--where you sit down." | 9 | Is it worth much? | No | "but as a serious consideration of affairs in Eastern Europe, it's not worth much."
| 405 | 490 | false |
46 | data/gutenberg/txt/Rudyard Kipling___The Works of Rudyard Kipling One Volume Edition.txt/CHAPTER VIII_aff15ece1efdcec002b2ae14111d08252cb4f2a643a3bfed2aab5f4 | data/gutenberg/txt/Rudyard Kipling___The Works of Rudyard Kipling One Volume Edition.txt/CHAPTER VIII_aff15ece1efdcec002b2ae14111d08252cb4f2a643a3bfed2aab5f4 | 32z9zlut1lktj30hyd3flj0h5h7ohf | gutenberg | CHAPTER VIII
And these two, as I have told you, Were the friends of Hiawatha, Chibiabos, the musician, And the very strong man, Kwasind. --Hiawatha
Torpenhow was paging the last sheets of some manuscript, while the Nilghai, who had come for chess and remained to talk tactics, was reading through the first part, commenting scornfully the while.
"It's picturesque enough and it's sketchy," said he; "but as a serious consideration of affairs in Eastern Europe, it's not worth much."
"It's off my hands at any rate. . . . Thirty-seven, thirty-eight, thirty-nine slips altogether, aren't there? That should make between eleven and twelve pages of valuable misinformation. Heigh-ho!" Torpenhow shuffled the writing together and hummed--
'Young lambs to sell, young lambs to sell, If I'd as much money as I could tell, I never would cry, Young lambs to sell!'"
Dick entered, self-conscious and a little defiant, but in the best of tempers with all the world.
"Back at last?" said Torpenhow.
"More or less. What have you been doing?"
"Work. Dickie, you behave as though the Bank of England were behind you. Here's Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday gone and you haven't done a line. It's scandalous."
"The notions come and go, my children--they come and go like our 'baccy," he answered, filling his pipe. "Moreover," he stooped to thrust a spill into the grate, "Apollo does not always stretch his----Oh, confound your clumsy jests, Nilghai!"
"This is not the place to preach the theory of direct inspiration," said the Nilghai, returning Torpenhow's large and workmanlike bellows to their nail on the wall. "We believe in cobblers" wax. La!--where you sit down." | 10 | How many slips were there | thirty-nine | Thirty-seven, thirty-eight, thirty-nine slips altogether, | 529 | 586 | false |
46 | data/gutenberg/txt/Rudyard Kipling___The Works of Rudyard Kipling One Volume Edition.txt/CHAPTER VIII_aff15ece1efdcec002b2ae14111d08252cb4f2a643a3bfed2aab5f4 | data/gutenberg/txt/Rudyard Kipling___The Works of Rudyard Kipling One Volume Edition.txt/CHAPTER VIII_aff15ece1efdcec002b2ae14111d08252cb4f2a643a3bfed2aab5f4 | 32z9zlut1lktj30hyd3flj0h5h7ohf | gutenberg | CHAPTER VIII
And these two, as I have told you, Were the friends of Hiawatha, Chibiabos, the musician, And the very strong man, Kwasind. --Hiawatha
Torpenhow was paging the last sheets of some manuscript, while the Nilghai, who had come for chess and remained to talk tactics, was reading through the first part, commenting scornfully the while.
"It's picturesque enough and it's sketchy," said he; "but as a serious consideration of affairs in Eastern Europe, it's not worth much."
"It's off my hands at any rate. . . . Thirty-seven, thirty-eight, thirty-nine slips altogether, aren't there? That should make between eleven and twelve pages of valuable misinformation. Heigh-ho!" Torpenhow shuffled the writing together and hummed--
'Young lambs to sell, young lambs to sell, If I'd as much money as I could tell, I never would cry, Young lambs to sell!'"
Dick entered, self-conscious and a little defiant, but in the best of tempers with all the world.
"Back at last?" said Torpenhow.
"More or less. What have you been doing?"
"Work. Dickie, you behave as though the Bank of England were behind you. Here's Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday gone and you haven't done a line. It's scandalous."
"The notions come and go, my children--they come and go like our 'baccy," he answered, filling his pipe. "Moreover," he stooped to thrust a spill into the grate, "Apollo does not always stretch his----Oh, confound your clumsy jests, Nilghai!"
"This is not the place to preach the theory of direct inspiration," said the Nilghai, returning Torpenhow's large and workmanlike bellows to their nail on the wall. "We believe in cobblers" wax. La!--where you sit down." | 11 | How many pages does that make | between eleven and twelve | That should make between eleven and twelve pages of valuable misinformation | 601 | 676 | false |
46 | data/gutenberg/txt/Rudyard Kipling___The Works of Rudyard Kipling One Volume Edition.txt/CHAPTER VIII_aff15ece1efdcec002b2ae14111d08252cb4f2a643a3bfed2aab5f4 | data/gutenberg/txt/Rudyard Kipling___The Works of Rudyard Kipling One Volume Edition.txt/CHAPTER VIII_aff15ece1efdcec002b2ae14111d08252cb4f2a643a3bfed2aab5f4 | 32z9zlut1lktj30hyd3flj0h5h7ohf | gutenberg | CHAPTER VIII
And these two, as I have told you, Were the friends of Hiawatha, Chibiabos, the musician, And the very strong man, Kwasind. --Hiawatha
Torpenhow was paging the last sheets of some manuscript, while the Nilghai, who had come for chess and remained to talk tactics, was reading through the first part, commenting scornfully the while.
"It's picturesque enough and it's sketchy," said he; "but as a serious consideration of affairs in Eastern Europe, it's not worth much."
"It's off my hands at any rate. . . . Thirty-seven, thirty-eight, thirty-nine slips altogether, aren't there? That should make between eleven and twelve pages of valuable misinformation. Heigh-ho!" Torpenhow shuffled the writing together and hummed--
'Young lambs to sell, young lambs to sell, If I'd as much money as I could tell, I never would cry, Young lambs to sell!'"
Dick entered, self-conscious and a little defiant, but in the best of tempers with all the world.
"Back at last?" said Torpenhow.
"More or less. What have you been doing?"
"Work. Dickie, you behave as though the Bank of England were behind you. Here's Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday gone and you haven't done a line. It's scandalous."
"The notions come and go, my children--they come and go like our 'baccy," he answered, filling his pipe. "Moreover," he stooped to thrust a spill into the grate, "Apollo does not always stretch his----Oh, confound your clumsy jests, Nilghai!"
"This is not the place to preach the theory of direct inspiration," said the Nilghai, returning Torpenhow's large and workmanlike bellows to their nail on the wall. "We believe in cobblers" wax. La!--where you sit down." | 12 | Who entered? | Dick | Dick entered, self-conscious | 869 | 897 | false |
46 | data/gutenberg/txt/Rudyard Kipling___The Works of Rudyard Kipling One Volume Edition.txt/CHAPTER VIII_aff15ece1efdcec002b2ae14111d08252cb4f2a643a3bfed2aab5f4 | data/gutenberg/txt/Rudyard Kipling___The Works of Rudyard Kipling One Volume Edition.txt/CHAPTER VIII_aff15ece1efdcec002b2ae14111d08252cb4f2a643a3bfed2aab5f4 | 32z9zlut1lktj30hyd3flj0h5h7ohf | gutenberg | CHAPTER VIII
And these two, as I have told you, Were the friends of Hiawatha, Chibiabos, the musician, And the very strong man, Kwasind. --Hiawatha
Torpenhow was paging the last sheets of some manuscript, while the Nilghai, who had come for chess and remained to talk tactics, was reading through the first part, commenting scornfully the while.
"It's picturesque enough and it's sketchy," said he; "but as a serious consideration of affairs in Eastern Europe, it's not worth much."
"It's off my hands at any rate. . . . Thirty-seven, thirty-eight, thirty-nine slips altogether, aren't there? That should make between eleven and twelve pages of valuable misinformation. Heigh-ho!" Torpenhow shuffled the writing together and hummed--
'Young lambs to sell, young lambs to sell, If I'd as much money as I could tell, I never would cry, Young lambs to sell!'"
Dick entered, self-conscious and a little defiant, but in the best of tempers with all the world.
"Back at last?" said Torpenhow.
"More or less. What have you been doing?"
"Work. Dickie, you behave as though the Bank of England were behind you. Here's Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday gone and you haven't done a line. It's scandalous."
"The notions come and go, my children--they come and go like our 'baccy," he answered, filling his pipe. "Moreover," he stooped to thrust a spill into the grate, "Apollo does not always stretch his----Oh, confound your clumsy jests, Nilghai!"
"This is not the place to preach the theory of direct inspiration," said the Nilghai, returning Torpenhow's large and workmanlike bellows to their nail on the wall. "We believe in cobblers" wax. La!--where you sit down." | 13 | Was he self-conscious | yes | Dick entered, self-conscious and a little defiant | 869 | 918 | false |
46 | data/gutenberg/txt/Rudyard Kipling___The Works of Rudyard Kipling One Volume Edition.txt/CHAPTER VIII_aff15ece1efdcec002b2ae14111d08252cb4f2a643a3bfed2aab5f4 | data/gutenberg/txt/Rudyard Kipling___The Works of Rudyard Kipling One Volume Edition.txt/CHAPTER VIII_aff15ece1efdcec002b2ae14111d08252cb4f2a643a3bfed2aab5f4 | 32z9zlut1lktj30hyd3flj0h5h7ohf | gutenberg | CHAPTER VIII
And these two, as I have told you, Were the friends of Hiawatha, Chibiabos, the musician, And the very strong man, Kwasind. --Hiawatha
Torpenhow was paging the last sheets of some manuscript, while the Nilghai, who had come for chess and remained to talk tactics, was reading through the first part, commenting scornfully the while.
"It's picturesque enough and it's sketchy," said he; "but as a serious consideration of affairs in Eastern Europe, it's not worth much."
"It's off my hands at any rate. . . . Thirty-seven, thirty-eight, thirty-nine slips altogether, aren't there? That should make between eleven and twelve pages of valuable misinformation. Heigh-ho!" Torpenhow shuffled the writing together and hummed--
'Young lambs to sell, young lambs to sell, If I'd as much money as I could tell, I never would cry, Young lambs to sell!'"
Dick entered, self-conscious and a little defiant, but in the best of tempers with all the world.
"Back at last?" said Torpenhow.
"More or less. What have you been doing?"
"Work. Dickie, you behave as though the Bank of England were behind you. Here's Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday gone and you haven't done a line. It's scandalous."
"The notions come and go, my children--they come and go like our 'baccy," he answered, filling his pipe. "Moreover," he stooped to thrust a spill into the grate, "Apollo does not always stretch his----Oh, confound your clumsy jests, Nilghai!"
"This is not the place to preach the theory of direct inspiration," said the Nilghai, returning Torpenhow's large and workmanlike bellows to their nail on the wall. "We believe in cobblers" wax. La!--where you sit down." | 14 | How does dickie behave | as though the Bank of England were behind | Dickie, you behave as though the Bank of England were behind you | 1,054 | 1,118 | false |
46 | data/gutenberg/txt/Rudyard Kipling___The Works of Rudyard Kipling One Volume Edition.txt/CHAPTER VIII_aff15ece1efdcec002b2ae14111d08252cb4f2a643a3bfed2aab5f4 | data/gutenberg/txt/Rudyard Kipling___The Works of Rudyard Kipling One Volume Edition.txt/CHAPTER VIII_aff15ece1efdcec002b2ae14111d08252cb4f2a643a3bfed2aab5f4 | 32z9zlut1lktj30hyd3flj0h5h7ohf | gutenberg | CHAPTER VIII
And these two, as I have told you, Were the friends of Hiawatha, Chibiabos, the musician, And the very strong man, Kwasind. --Hiawatha
Torpenhow was paging the last sheets of some manuscript, while the Nilghai, who had come for chess and remained to talk tactics, was reading through the first part, commenting scornfully the while.
"It's picturesque enough and it's sketchy," said he; "but as a serious consideration of affairs in Eastern Europe, it's not worth much."
"It's off my hands at any rate. . . . Thirty-seven, thirty-eight, thirty-nine slips altogether, aren't there? That should make between eleven and twelve pages of valuable misinformation. Heigh-ho!" Torpenhow shuffled the writing together and hummed--
'Young lambs to sell, young lambs to sell, If I'd as much money as I could tell, I never would cry, Young lambs to sell!'"
Dick entered, self-conscious and a little defiant, but in the best of tempers with all the world.
"Back at last?" said Torpenhow.
"More or less. What have you been doing?"
"Work. Dickie, you behave as though the Bank of England were behind you. Here's Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday gone and you haven't done a line. It's scandalous."
"The notions come and go, my children--they come and go like our 'baccy," he answered, filling his pipe. "Moreover," he stooped to thrust a spill into the grate, "Apollo does not always stretch his----Oh, confound your clumsy jests, Nilghai!"
"This is not the place to preach the theory of direct inspiration," said the Nilghai, returning Torpenhow's large and workmanlike bellows to their nail on the wall. "We believe in cobblers" wax. La!--where you sit down." | 15 | Has he done a line? | no | and Tuesday gone and you haven't done a line | 1,143 | 1,187 | false |
47 | data/gutenberg/txt/Sinclair Lewis___Main Street.txt/CHAPTER XXX_943871bd2adfb53b14bbf01a5b3d23fb24481111537a56783462b99 | data/gutenberg/txt/Sinclair Lewis___Main Street.txt/CHAPTER XXX_943871bd2adfb53b14bbf01a5b3d23fb24481111537a56783462b99 | 3itxp059pwj481n0tun9h1qxempjsy | gutenberg | CHAPTER XXX
FERN Mullins rushed into the house on a Saturday morning early in September and shrieked at Carol, "School starts next Tuesday. I've got to have one more spree before I'm arrested. Let's get up a picnic down the lake for this afternoon. Won't you come, Mrs. Kennicott, and the doctor? Cy Bogart wants to go--he's a brat but he's lively."
"I don't think the doctor can go," sedately. "He said something about having to make a country call this afternoon. But I'd love to."
"That's dandy! Who can we get?"
"Mrs. Dyer might be chaperon. She's been so nice. And maybe Dave, if he could get away from the store."
"How about Erik Valborg? I think he's got lots more style than these town boys. You like him all right, don't you?"
So the picnic of Carol, Fern, Erik, Cy Bogart, and the Dyers was not only moral but inevitable.
They drove to the birch grove on the south shore of Lake Minniemashie. Dave Dyer was his most clownish self. He yelped, jigged, wore Carol's hat, dropped an ant down Fern's back, and when they went swimming (the women modestly changing in the car with the side curtains up, the men undressing behind the bushes, constantly repeating, "Gee, hope we don't run into poison ivy"), Dave splashed water on them and dived to clutch his wife's ankle. He infected the others. Erik gave an imitation of the Greek dancers he had seen in vaudeville, and when they sat down to picnic supper spread on a lap-robe on the grass, Cy climbed a tree to throw acorns at them. | 1 | Which lake did they go to? | Lake Minniemashie | Lake Minniemashie | 898 | 915 | false |
47 | data/gutenberg/txt/Sinclair Lewis___Main Street.txt/CHAPTER XXX_943871bd2adfb53b14bbf01a5b3d23fb24481111537a56783462b99 | data/gutenberg/txt/Sinclair Lewis___Main Street.txt/CHAPTER XXX_943871bd2adfb53b14bbf01a5b3d23fb24481111537a56783462b99 | 3itxp059pwj481n0tun9h1qxempjsy | gutenberg | CHAPTER XXX
FERN Mullins rushed into the house on a Saturday morning early in September and shrieked at Carol, "School starts next Tuesday. I've got to have one more spree before I'm arrested. Let's get up a picnic down the lake for this afternoon. Won't you come, Mrs. Kennicott, and the doctor? Cy Bogart wants to go--he's a brat but he's lively."
"I don't think the doctor can go," sedately. "He said something about having to make a country call this afternoon. But I'd love to."
"That's dandy! Who can we get?"
"Mrs. Dyer might be chaperon. She's been so nice. And maybe Dave, if he could get away from the store."
"How about Erik Valborg? I think he's got lots more style than these town boys. You like him all right, don't you?"
So the picnic of Carol, Fern, Erik, Cy Bogart, and the Dyers was not only moral but inevitable.
They drove to the birch grove on the south shore of Lake Minniemashie. Dave Dyer was his most clownish self. He yelped, jigged, wore Carol's hat, dropped an ant down Fern's back, and when they went swimming (the women modestly changing in the car with the side curtains up, the men undressing behind the bushes, constantly repeating, "Gee, hope we don't run into poison ivy"), Dave splashed water on them and dived to clutch his wife's ankle. He infected the others. Erik gave an imitation of the Greek dancers he had seen in vaudeville, and when they sat down to picnic supper spread on a lap-robe on the grass, Cy climbed a tree to throw acorns at them. | 2 | Who rushed into the house? | FERN Mullins | FERN Mullins | 14 | 26 | false |
47 | data/gutenberg/txt/Sinclair Lewis___Main Street.txt/CHAPTER XXX_943871bd2adfb53b14bbf01a5b3d23fb24481111537a56783462b99 | data/gutenberg/txt/Sinclair Lewis___Main Street.txt/CHAPTER XXX_943871bd2adfb53b14bbf01a5b3d23fb24481111537a56783462b99 | 3itxp059pwj481n0tun9h1qxempjsy | gutenberg | CHAPTER XXX
FERN Mullins rushed into the house on a Saturday morning early in September and shrieked at Carol, "School starts next Tuesday. I've got to have one more spree before I'm arrested. Let's get up a picnic down the lake for this afternoon. Won't you come, Mrs. Kennicott, and the doctor? Cy Bogart wants to go--he's a brat but he's lively."
"I don't think the doctor can go," sedately. "He said something about having to make a country call this afternoon. But I'd love to."
"That's dandy! Who can we get?"
"Mrs. Dyer might be chaperon. She's been so nice. And maybe Dave, if he could get away from the store."
"How about Erik Valborg? I think he's got lots more style than these town boys. You like him all right, don't you?"
So the picnic of Carol, Fern, Erik, Cy Bogart, and the Dyers was not only moral but inevitable.
They drove to the birch grove on the south shore of Lake Minniemashie. Dave Dyer was his most clownish self. He yelped, jigged, wore Carol's hat, dropped an ant down Fern's back, and when they went swimming (the women modestly changing in the car with the side curtains up, the men undressing behind the bushes, constantly repeating, "Gee, hope we don't run into poison ivy"), Dave splashed water on them and dived to clutch his wife's ankle. He infected the others. Erik gave an imitation of the Greek dancers he had seen in vaudeville, and when they sat down to picnic supper spread on a lap-robe on the grass, Cy climbed a tree to throw acorns at them. | 3 | Why did he want to go on a final spree? | To get in a spree before school starts and they're arrested | School starts next Tuesday. I've got to have one more spree before I'm arrested. | 114 | 194 | false |
47 | data/gutenberg/txt/Sinclair Lewis___Main Street.txt/CHAPTER XXX_943871bd2adfb53b14bbf01a5b3d23fb24481111537a56783462b99 | data/gutenberg/txt/Sinclair Lewis___Main Street.txt/CHAPTER XXX_943871bd2adfb53b14bbf01a5b3d23fb24481111537a56783462b99 | 3itxp059pwj481n0tun9h1qxempjsy | gutenberg | CHAPTER XXX
FERN Mullins rushed into the house on a Saturday morning early in September and shrieked at Carol, "School starts next Tuesday. I've got to have one more spree before I'm arrested. Let's get up a picnic down the lake for this afternoon. Won't you come, Mrs. Kennicott, and the doctor? Cy Bogart wants to go--he's a brat but he's lively."
"I don't think the doctor can go," sedately. "He said something about having to make a country call this afternoon. But I'd love to."
"That's dandy! Who can we get?"
"Mrs. Dyer might be chaperon. She's been so nice. And maybe Dave, if he could get away from the store."
"How about Erik Valborg? I think he's got lots more style than these town boys. You like him all right, don't you?"
So the picnic of Carol, Fern, Erik, Cy Bogart, and the Dyers was not only moral but inevitable.
They drove to the birch grove on the south shore of Lake Minniemashie. Dave Dyer was his most clownish self. He yelped, jigged, wore Carol's hat, dropped an ant down Fern's back, and when they went swimming (the women modestly changing in the car with the side curtains up, the men undressing behind the bushes, constantly repeating, "Gee, hope we don't run into poison ivy"), Dave splashed water on them and dived to clutch his wife's ankle. He infected the others. Erik gave an imitation of the Greek dancers he had seen in vaudeville, and when they sat down to picnic supper spread on a lap-robe on the grass, Cy climbed a tree to throw acorns at them. | 4 | Who ended up going a long and acted like a clown? | Dave Dyer | Dave Dyer | 917 | 926 | false |
47 | data/gutenberg/txt/Sinclair Lewis___Main Street.txt/CHAPTER XXX_943871bd2adfb53b14bbf01a5b3d23fb24481111537a56783462b99 | data/gutenberg/txt/Sinclair Lewis___Main Street.txt/CHAPTER XXX_943871bd2adfb53b14bbf01a5b3d23fb24481111537a56783462b99 | 3itxp059pwj481n0tun9h1qxempjsy | gutenberg | CHAPTER XXX
FERN Mullins rushed into the house on a Saturday morning early in September and shrieked at Carol, "School starts next Tuesday. I've got to have one more spree before I'm arrested. Let's get up a picnic down the lake for this afternoon. Won't you come, Mrs. Kennicott, and the doctor? Cy Bogart wants to go--he's a brat but he's lively."
"I don't think the doctor can go," sedately. "He said something about having to make a country call this afternoon. But I'd love to."
"That's dandy! Who can we get?"
"Mrs. Dyer might be chaperon. She's been so nice. And maybe Dave, if he could get away from the store."
"How about Erik Valborg? I think he's got lots more style than these town boys. You like him all right, don't you?"
So the picnic of Carol, Fern, Erik, Cy Bogart, and the Dyers was not only moral but inevitable.
They drove to the birch grove on the south shore of Lake Minniemashie. Dave Dyer was his most clownish self. He yelped, jigged, wore Carol's hat, dropped an ant down Fern's back, and when they went swimming (the women modestly changing in the car with the side curtains up, the men undressing behind the bushes, constantly repeating, "Gee, hope we don't run into poison ivy"), Dave splashed water on them and dived to clutch his wife's ankle. He infected the others. Erik gave an imitation of the Greek dancers he had seen in vaudeville, and when they sat down to picnic supper spread on a lap-robe on the grass, Cy climbed a tree to throw acorns at them. | 5 | Did he wear something that belonged to someone else? | Carol's hat | Carol's hat | 979 | 990 | false |
47 | data/gutenberg/txt/Sinclair Lewis___Main Street.txt/CHAPTER XXX_943871bd2adfb53b14bbf01a5b3d23fb24481111537a56783462b99 | data/gutenberg/txt/Sinclair Lewis___Main Street.txt/CHAPTER XXX_943871bd2adfb53b14bbf01a5b3d23fb24481111537a56783462b99 | 3itxp059pwj481n0tun9h1qxempjsy | gutenberg | CHAPTER XXX
FERN Mullins rushed into the house on a Saturday morning early in September and shrieked at Carol, "School starts next Tuesday. I've got to have one more spree before I'm arrested. Let's get up a picnic down the lake for this afternoon. Won't you come, Mrs. Kennicott, and the doctor? Cy Bogart wants to go--he's a brat but he's lively."
"I don't think the doctor can go," sedately. "He said something about having to make a country call this afternoon. But I'd love to."
"That's dandy! Who can we get?"
"Mrs. Dyer might be chaperon. She's been so nice. And maybe Dave, if he could get away from the store."
"How about Erik Valborg? I think he's got lots more style than these town boys. You like him all right, don't you?"
So the picnic of Carol, Fern, Erik, Cy Bogart, and the Dyers was not only moral but inevitable.
They drove to the birch grove on the south shore of Lake Minniemashie. Dave Dyer was his most clownish self. He yelped, jigged, wore Carol's hat, dropped an ant down Fern's back, and when they went swimming (the women modestly changing in the car with the side curtains up, the men undressing behind the bushes, constantly repeating, "Gee, hope we don't run into poison ivy"), Dave splashed water on them and dived to clutch his wife's ankle. He infected the others. Erik gave an imitation of the Greek dancers he had seen in vaudeville, and when they sat down to picnic supper spread on a lap-robe on the grass, Cy climbed a tree to throw acorns at them. | 6 | And who did he throw an insect on? | Fern's | Dave Dyer was his most clownish self. He yelped, jigged, wore Carol's hat, dropped an ant down Fern's back, | 917 | 1,024 | false |
47 | data/gutenberg/txt/Sinclair Lewis___Main Street.txt/CHAPTER XXX_943871bd2adfb53b14bbf01a5b3d23fb24481111537a56783462b99 | data/gutenberg/txt/Sinclair Lewis___Main Street.txt/CHAPTER XXX_943871bd2adfb53b14bbf01a5b3d23fb24481111537a56783462b99 | 3itxp059pwj481n0tun9h1qxempjsy | gutenberg | CHAPTER XXX
FERN Mullins rushed into the house on a Saturday morning early in September and shrieked at Carol, "School starts next Tuesday. I've got to have one more spree before I'm arrested. Let's get up a picnic down the lake for this afternoon. Won't you come, Mrs. Kennicott, and the doctor? Cy Bogart wants to go--he's a brat but he's lively."
"I don't think the doctor can go," sedately. "He said something about having to make a country call this afternoon. But I'd love to."
"That's dandy! Who can we get?"
"Mrs. Dyer might be chaperon. She's been so nice. And maybe Dave, if he could get away from the store."
"How about Erik Valborg? I think he's got lots more style than these town boys. You like him all right, don't you?"
So the picnic of Carol, Fern, Erik, Cy Bogart, and the Dyers was not only moral but inevitable.
They drove to the birch grove on the south shore of Lake Minniemashie. Dave Dyer was his most clownish self. He yelped, jigged, wore Carol's hat, dropped an ant down Fern's back, and when they went swimming (the women modestly changing in the car with the side curtains up, the men undressing behind the bushes, constantly repeating, "Gee, hope we don't run into poison ivy"), Dave splashed water on them and dived to clutch his wife's ankle. He infected the others. Erik gave an imitation of the Greek dancers he had seen in vaudeville, and when they sat down to picnic supper spread on a lap-robe on the grass, Cy climbed a tree to throw acorns at them. | 7 | What plant did they wish to not run in to ? | poison ivy | constantly repeating, "Gee, hope we don't run into poison ivy"), | 1,158 | 1,222 | false |
47 | data/gutenberg/txt/Sinclair Lewis___Main Street.txt/CHAPTER XXX_943871bd2adfb53b14bbf01a5b3d23fb24481111537a56783462b99 | data/gutenberg/txt/Sinclair Lewis___Main Street.txt/CHAPTER XXX_943871bd2adfb53b14bbf01a5b3d23fb24481111537a56783462b99 | 3itxp059pwj481n0tun9h1qxempjsy | gutenberg | CHAPTER XXX
FERN Mullins rushed into the house on a Saturday morning early in September and shrieked at Carol, "School starts next Tuesday. I've got to have one more spree before I'm arrested. Let's get up a picnic down the lake for this afternoon. Won't you come, Mrs. Kennicott, and the doctor? Cy Bogart wants to go--he's a brat but he's lively."
"I don't think the doctor can go," sedately. "He said something about having to make a country call this afternoon. But I'd love to."
"That's dandy! Who can we get?"
"Mrs. Dyer might be chaperon. She's been so nice. And maybe Dave, if he could get away from the store."
"How about Erik Valborg? I think he's got lots more style than these town boys. You like him all right, don't you?"
So the picnic of Carol, Fern, Erik, Cy Bogart, and the Dyers was not only moral but inevitable.
They drove to the birch grove on the south shore of Lake Minniemashie. Dave Dyer was his most clownish self. He yelped, jigged, wore Carol's hat, dropped an ant down Fern's back, and when they went swimming (the women modestly changing in the car with the side curtains up, the men undressing behind the bushes, constantly repeating, "Gee, hope we don't run into poison ivy"), Dave splashed water on them and dived to clutch his wife's ankle. He infected the others. Erik gave an imitation of the Greek dancers he had seen in vaudeville, and when they sat down to picnic supper spread on a lap-robe on the grass, Cy climbed a tree to throw acorns at them. | 8 | Did anyone throw an acorn? | Yes, Cy | Cy climbed a tree to throw acorns | 1,459 | 1,492 | false |
48 | cnn_ffb0a760633cec05349cbe11391b208551c76505.story | cnn_ffb0a760633cec05349cbe11391b208551c76505.story | 3nkqq8o39y57ksfc83wyt4d8v9wudf | cnn | (CNN)A 17-year-old male fatally shot an Iraqi man watching his first snowfall in his new American hometown, targeting him and then continuing to fire as the immigrant rushed to get inside, Dallas police said Friday.
Authorities don't believe the suspected shooter knew the victim, Ahmed Al-Jumaili, Dallas Police Maj. Jeff Cotner said reporters, nor do they believe he knew Al-Jumaili's ethnicity.
And they haven't given any indication Al-Jumaili had anything to do with what led the teen to head out armed in the first place -- a purported shooting at his girlfriend's apartment, if that in fact happened. Cotner said that, while there have nearby shootings that might be tied to gangs, "we (have been) unable to substantiate ... whether or not there was an actual shooting at the apartment."
What police do believe, based on witness testimony and other evidence, is that the teenager shot and killed Al-Jumaili, for whatever reason.
"When he saw Mr. Al-Jumaili and their family, he targeted them, he shot at them with intent," Cotner said of the suspect, who is under arrest. "And as Mr. Al-Jumaili ran back toward his apartment, he tracked him with his rifle and continued to fire."
Dallas police named the suspected shooter, though CNN is not identifying him yet since he's a minor and it's not clear if he'll be charged as an adult. The teen turns 18 in May, police said.
Until the fatal shots ended Al-Jumalli's life, March 4 had been a day of fun and joy for Al-Jumaili and his family. | 1 | When did the fatal shots take place? | March 4 | Until the fatal shots ended Al-Jumalli's life, March 4 | 1,389 | 1,444 | false |
48 | cnn_ffb0a760633cec05349cbe11391b208551c76505.story | cnn_ffb0a760633cec05349cbe11391b208551c76505.story | 3nkqq8o39y57ksfc83wyt4d8v9wudf | cnn | (CNN)A 17-year-old male fatally shot an Iraqi man watching his first snowfall in his new American hometown, targeting him and then continuing to fire as the immigrant rushed to get inside, Dallas police said Friday.
Authorities don't believe the suspected shooter knew the victim, Ahmed Al-Jumaili, Dallas Police Maj. Jeff Cotner said reporters, nor do they believe he knew Al-Jumaili's ethnicity.
And they haven't given any indication Al-Jumaili had anything to do with what led the teen to head out armed in the first place -- a purported shooting at his girlfriend's apartment, if that in fact happened. Cotner said that, while there have nearby shootings that might be tied to gangs, "we (have been) unable to substantiate ... whether or not there was an actual shooting at the apartment."
What police do believe, based on witness testimony and other evidence, is that the teenager shot and killed Al-Jumaili, for whatever reason.
"When he saw Mr. Al-Jumaili and their family, he targeted them, he shot at them with intent," Cotner said of the suspect, who is under arrest. "And as Mr. Al-Jumaili ran back toward his apartment, he tracked him with his rifle and continued to fire."
Dallas police named the suspected shooter, though CNN is not identifying him yet since he's a minor and it's not clear if he'll be charged as an adult. The teen turns 18 in May, police said.
Until the fatal shots ended Al-Jumalli's life, March 4 had been a day of fun and joy for Al-Jumaili and his family. | 2 | Was it a good day prior to the crime? | yes | March 4 had been a day of fun and joy for Al-Jumaili and his family. | 1,436 | 1,504 | false |
48 | cnn_ffb0a760633cec05349cbe11391b208551c76505.story | cnn_ffb0a760633cec05349cbe11391b208551c76505.story | 3nkqq8o39y57ksfc83wyt4d8v9wudf | cnn | (CNN)A 17-year-old male fatally shot an Iraqi man watching his first snowfall in his new American hometown, targeting him and then continuing to fire as the immigrant rushed to get inside, Dallas police said Friday.
Authorities don't believe the suspected shooter knew the victim, Ahmed Al-Jumaili, Dallas Police Maj. Jeff Cotner said reporters, nor do they believe he knew Al-Jumaili's ethnicity.
And they haven't given any indication Al-Jumaili had anything to do with what led the teen to head out armed in the first place -- a purported shooting at his girlfriend's apartment, if that in fact happened. Cotner said that, while there have nearby shootings that might be tied to gangs, "we (have been) unable to substantiate ... whether or not there was an actual shooting at the apartment."
What police do believe, based on witness testimony and other evidence, is that the teenager shot and killed Al-Jumaili, for whatever reason.
"When he saw Mr. Al-Jumaili and their family, he targeted them, he shot at them with intent," Cotner said of the suspect, who is under arrest. "And as Mr. Al-Jumaili ran back toward his apartment, he tracked him with his rifle and continued to fire."
Dallas police named the suspected shooter, though CNN is not identifying him yet since he's a minor and it's not clear if he'll be charged as an adult. The teen turns 18 in May, police said.
Until the fatal shots ended Al-Jumalli's life, March 4 had been a day of fun and joy for Al-Jumaili and his family. | 3 | What city did this happen in? | Dallas | Dallas police said Friday. | 189 | 216 | false |
48 | cnn_ffb0a760633cec05349cbe11391b208551c76505.story | cnn_ffb0a760633cec05349cbe11391b208551c76505.story | 3nkqq8o39y57ksfc83wyt4d8v9wudf | cnn | (CNN)A 17-year-old male fatally shot an Iraqi man watching his first snowfall in his new American hometown, targeting him and then continuing to fire as the immigrant rushed to get inside, Dallas police said Friday.
Authorities don't believe the suspected shooter knew the victim, Ahmed Al-Jumaili, Dallas Police Maj. Jeff Cotner said reporters, nor do they believe he knew Al-Jumaili's ethnicity.
And they haven't given any indication Al-Jumaili had anything to do with what led the teen to head out armed in the first place -- a purported shooting at his girlfriend's apartment, if that in fact happened. Cotner said that, while there have nearby shootings that might be tied to gangs, "we (have been) unable to substantiate ... whether or not there was an actual shooting at the apartment."
What police do believe, based on witness testimony and other evidence, is that the teenager shot and killed Al-Jumaili, for whatever reason.
"When he saw Mr. Al-Jumaili and their family, he targeted them, he shot at them with intent," Cotner said of the suspect, who is under arrest. "And as Mr. Al-Jumaili ran back toward his apartment, he tracked him with his rifle and continued to fire."
Dallas police named the suspected shooter, though CNN is not identifying him yet since he's a minor and it's not clear if he'll be charged as an adult. The teen turns 18 in May, police said.
Until the fatal shots ended Al-Jumalli's life, March 4 had been a day of fun and joy for Al-Jumaili and his family. | 4 | What was the weather like? | unknown | unknown | -1 | -1 | false |
48 | cnn_ffb0a760633cec05349cbe11391b208551c76505.story | cnn_ffb0a760633cec05349cbe11391b208551c76505.story | 3nkqq8o39y57ksfc83wyt4d8v9wudf | cnn | (CNN)A 17-year-old male fatally shot an Iraqi man watching his first snowfall in his new American hometown, targeting him and then continuing to fire as the immigrant rushed to get inside, Dallas police said Friday.
Authorities don't believe the suspected shooter knew the victim, Ahmed Al-Jumaili, Dallas Police Maj. Jeff Cotner said reporters, nor do they believe he knew Al-Jumaili's ethnicity.
And they haven't given any indication Al-Jumaili had anything to do with what led the teen to head out armed in the first place -- a purported shooting at his girlfriend's apartment, if that in fact happened. Cotner said that, while there have nearby shootings that might be tied to gangs, "we (have been) unable to substantiate ... whether or not there was an actual shooting at the apartment."
What police do believe, based on witness testimony and other evidence, is that the teenager shot and killed Al-Jumaili, for whatever reason.
"When he saw Mr. Al-Jumaili and their family, he targeted them, he shot at them with intent," Cotner said of the suspect, who is under arrest. "And as Mr. Al-Jumaili ran back toward his apartment, he tracked him with his rifle and continued to fire."
Dallas police named the suspected shooter, though CNN is not identifying him yet since he's a minor and it's not clear if he'll be charged as an adult. The teen turns 18 in May, police said.
Until the fatal shots ended Al-Jumalli's life, March 4 had been a day of fun and joy for Al-Jumaili and his family. | 5 | Who was murdered? | Ahmed Al-Jumaili | the victim, Ahmed Al-Jumaili | 270 | 299 | false |
48 | cnn_ffb0a760633cec05349cbe11391b208551c76505.story | cnn_ffb0a760633cec05349cbe11391b208551c76505.story | 3nkqq8o39y57ksfc83wyt4d8v9wudf | cnn | (CNN)A 17-year-old male fatally shot an Iraqi man watching his first snowfall in his new American hometown, targeting him and then continuing to fire as the immigrant rushed to get inside, Dallas police said Friday.
Authorities don't believe the suspected shooter knew the victim, Ahmed Al-Jumaili, Dallas Police Maj. Jeff Cotner said reporters, nor do they believe he knew Al-Jumaili's ethnicity.
And they haven't given any indication Al-Jumaili had anything to do with what led the teen to head out armed in the first place -- a purported shooting at his girlfriend's apartment, if that in fact happened. Cotner said that, while there have nearby shootings that might be tied to gangs, "we (have been) unable to substantiate ... whether or not there was an actual shooting at the apartment."
What police do believe, based on witness testimony and other evidence, is that the teenager shot and killed Al-Jumaili, for whatever reason.
"When he saw Mr. Al-Jumaili and their family, he targeted them, he shot at them with intent," Cotner said of the suspect, who is under arrest. "And as Mr. Al-Jumaili ran back toward his apartment, he tracked him with his rifle and continued to fire."
Dallas police named the suspected shooter, though CNN is not identifying him yet since he's a minor and it's not clear if he'll be charged as an adult. The teen turns 18 in May, police said.
Until the fatal shots ended Al-Jumalli's life, March 4 had been a day of fun and joy for Al-Jumaili and his family. | 6 | Was the killer a child? | yes | A 17-year-old male | 5 | 24 | false |
48 | cnn_ffb0a760633cec05349cbe11391b208551c76505.story | cnn_ffb0a760633cec05349cbe11391b208551c76505.story | 3nkqq8o39y57ksfc83wyt4d8v9wudf | cnn | (CNN)A 17-year-old male fatally shot an Iraqi man watching his first snowfall in his new American hometown, targeting him and then continuing to fire as the immigrant rushed to get inside, Dallas police said Friday.
Authorities don't believe the suspected shooter knew the victim, Ahmed Al-Jumaili, Dallas Police Maj. Jeff Cotner said reporters, nor do they believe he knew Al-Jumaili's ethnicity.
And they haven't given any indication Al-Jumaili had anything to do with what led the teen to head out armed in the first place -- a purported shooting at his girlfriend's apartment, if that in fact happened. Cotner said that, while there have nearby shootings that might be tied to gangs, "we (have been) unable to substantiate ... whether or not there was an actual shooting at the apartment."
What police do believe, based on witness testimony and other evidence, is that the teenager shot and killed Al-Jumaili, for whatever reason.
"When he saw Mr. Al-Jumaili and their family, he targeted them, he shot at them with intent," Cotner said of the suspect, who is under arrest. "And as Mr. Al-Jumaili ran back toward his apartment, he tracked him with his rifle and continued to fire."
Dallas police named the suspected shooter, though CNN is not identifying him yet since he's a minor and it's not clear if he'll be charged as an adult. The teen turns 18 in May, police said.
Until the fatal shots ended Al-Jumalli's life, March 4 had been a day of fun and joy for Al-Jumaili and his family. | 7 | How old? | 17 | A 17-year-old male | 5 | 23 | false |
48 | cnn_ffb0a760633cec05349cbe11391b208551c76505.story | cnn_ffb0a760633cec05349cbe11391b208551c76505.story | 3nkqq8o39y57ksfc83wyt4d8v9wudf | cnn | (CNN)A 17-year-old male fatally shot an Iraqi man watching his first snowfall in his new American hometown, targeting him and then continuing to fire as the immigrant rushed to get inside, Dallas police said Friday.
Authorities don't believe the suspected shooter knew the victim, Ahmed Al-Jumaili, Dallas Police Maj. Jeff Cotner said reporters, nor do they believe he knew Al-Jumaili's ethnicity.
And they haven't given any indication Al-Jumaili had anything to do with what led the teen to head out armed in the first place -- a purported shooting at his girlfriend's apartment, if that in fact happened. Cotner said that, while there have nearby shootings that might be tied to gangs, "we (have been) unable to substantiate ... whether or not there was an actual shooting at the apartment."
What police do believe, based on witness testimony and other evidence, is that the teenager shot and killed Al-Jumaili, for whatever reason.
"When he saw Mr. Al-Jumaili and their family, he targeted them, he shot at them with intent," Cotner said of the suspect, who is under arrest. "And as Mr. Al-Jumaili ran back toward his apartment, he tracked him with his rifle and continued to fire."
Dallas police named the suspected shooter, though CNN is not identifying him yet since he's a minor and it's not clear if he'll be charged as an adult. The teen turns 18 in May, police said.
Until the fatal shots ended Al-Jumalli's life, March 4 had been a day of fun and joy for Al-Jumaili and his family. | 8 | Was he identified by name? | no | CNN is not identifying him | 1,246 | 1,273 | false |
48 | cnn_ffb0a760633cec05349cbe11391b208551c76505.story | cnn_ffb0a760633cec05349cbe11391b208551c76505.story | 3nkqq8o39y57ksfc83wyt4d8v9wudf | cnn | (CNN)A 17-year-old male fatally shot an Iraqi man watching his first snowfall in his new American hometown, targeting him and then continuing to fire as the immigrant rushed to get inside, Dallas police said Friday.
Authorities don't believe the suspected shooter knew the victim, Ahmed Al-Jumaili, Dallas Police Maj. Jeff Cotner said reporters, nor do they believe he knew Al-Jumaili's ethnicity.
And they haven't given any indication Al-Jumaili had anything to do with what led the teen to head out armed in the first place -- a purported shooting at his girlfriend's apartment, if that in fact happened. Cotner said that, while there have nearby shootings that might be tied to gangs, "we (have been) unable to substantiate ... whether or not there was an actual shooting at the apartment."
What police do believe, based on witness testimony and other evidence, is that the teenager shot and killed Al-Jumaili, for whatever reason.
"When he saw Mr. Al-Jumaili and their family, he targeted them, he shot at them with intent," Cotner said of the suspect, who is under arrest. "And as Mr. Al-Jumaili ran back toward his apartment, he tracked him with his rifle and continued to fire."
Dallas police named the suspected shooter, though CNN is not identifying him yet since he's a minor and it's not clear if he'll be charged as an adult. The teen turns 18 in May, police said.
Until the fatal shots ended Al-Jumalli's life, March 4 had been a day of fun and joy for Al-Jumaili and his family. | 9 | Why not? | he's a minor | CNN is not identifying him yet since he's a minor | 1,246 | 1,295 | false |
48 | cnn_ffb0a760633cec05349cbe11391b208551c76505.story | cnn_ffb0a760633cec05349cbe11391b208551c76505.story | 3nkqq8o39y57ksfc83wyt4d8v9wudf | cnn | (CNN)A 17-year-old male fatally shot an Iraqi man watching his first snowfall in his new American hometown, targeting him and then continuing to fire as the immigrant rushed to get inside, Dallas police said Friday.
Authorities don't believe the suspected shooter knew the victim, Ahmed Al-Jumaili, Dallas Police Maj. Jeff Cotner said reporters, nor do they believe he knew Al-Jumaili's ethnicity.
And they haven't given any indication Al-Jumaili had anything to do with what led the teen to head out armed in the first place -- a purported shooting at his girlfriend's apartment, if that in fact happened. Cotner said that, while there have nearby shootings that might be tied to gangs, "we (have been) unable to substantiate ... whether or not there was an actual shooting at the apartment."
What police do believe, based on witness testimony and other evidence, is that the teenager shot and killed Al-Jumaili, for whatever reason.
"When he saw Mr. Al-Jumaili and their family, he targeted them, he shot at them with intent," Cotner said of the suspect, who is under arrest. "And as Mr. Al-Jumaili ran back toward his apartment, he tracked him with his rifle and continued to fire."
Dallas police named the suspected shooter, though CNN is not identifying him yet since he's a minor and it's not clear if he'll be charged as an adult. The teen turns 18 in May, police said.
Until the fatal shots ended Al-Jumalli's life, March 4 had been a day of fun and joy for Al-Jumaili and his family. | 10 | Do authorities think this was a hate crime? | unknown | unknown | -1 | -1 | false |
48 | cnn_ffb0a760633cec05349cbe11391b208551c76505.story | cnn_ffb0a760633cec05349cbe11391b208551c76505.story | 3nkqq8o39y57ksfc83wyt4d8v9wudf | cnn | (CNN)A 17-year-old male fatally shot an Iraqi man watching his first snowfall in his new American hometown, targeting him and then continuing to fire as the immigrant rushed to get inside, Dallas police said Friday.
Authorities don't believe the suspected shooter knew the victim, Ahmed Al-Jumaili, Dallas Police Maj. Jeff Cotner said reporters, nor do they believe he knew Al-Jumaili's ethnicity.
And they haven't given any indication Al-Jumaili had anything to do with what led the teen to head out armed in the first place -- a purported shooting at his girlfriend's apartment, if that in fact happened. Cotner said that, while there have nearby shootings that might be tied to gangs, "we (have been) unable to substantiate ... whether or not there was an actual shooting at the apartment."
What police do believe, based on witness testimony and other evidence, is that the teenager shot and killed Al-Jumaili, for whatever reason.
"When he saw Mr. Al-Jumaili and their family, he targeted them, he shot at them with intent," Cotner said of the suspect, who is under arrest. "And as Mr. Al-Jumaili ran back toward his apartment, he tracked him with his rifle and continued to fire."
Dallas police named the suspected shooter, though CNN is not identifying him yet since he's a minor and it's not clear if he'll be charged as an adult. The teen turns 18 in May, police said.
Until the fatal shots ended Al-Jumalli's life, March 4 had been a day of fun and joy for Al-Jumaili and his family. | 11 | Was there a witness? | yes | based on witness testimony | 823 | 850 | false |
48 | cnn_ffb0a760633cec05349cbe11391b208551c76505.story | cnn_ffb0a760633cec05349cbe11391b208551c76505.story | 3nkqq8o39y57ksfc83wyt4d8v9wudf | cnn | (CNN)A 17-year-old male fatally shot an Iraqi man watching his first snowfall in his new American hometown, targeting him and then continuing to fire as the immigrant rushed to get inside, Dallas police said Friday.
Authorities don't believe the suspected shooter knew the victim, Ahmed Al-Jumaili, Dallas Police Maj. Jeff Cotner said reporters, nor do they believe he knew Al-Jumaili's ethnicity.
And they haven't given any indication Al-Jumaili had anything to do with what led the teen to head out armed in the first place -- a purported shooting at his girlfriend's apartment, if that in fact happened. Cotner said that, while there have nearby shootings that might be tied to gangs, "we (have been) unable to substantiate ... whether or not there was an actual shooting at the apartment."
What police do believe, based on witness testimony and other evidence, is that the teenager shot and killed Al-Jumaili, for whatever reason.
"When he saw Mr. Al-Jumaili and their family, he targeted them, he shot at them with intent," Cotner said of the suspect, who is under arrest. "And as Mr. Al-Jumaili ran back toward his apartment, he tracked him with his rifle and continued to fire."
Dallas police named the suspected shooter, though CNN is not identifying him yet since he's a minor and it's not clear if he'll be charged as an adult. The teen turns 18 in May, police said.
Until the fatal shots ended Al-Jumalli's life, March 4 had been a day of fun and joy for Al-Jumaili and his family. | 12 | Was the witness identified? | no | based on witness testimony | 824 | 850 | false |
48 | cnn_ffb0a760633cec05349cbe11391b208551c76505.story | cnn_ffb0a760633cec05349cbe11391b208551c76505.story | 3nkqq8o39y57ksfc83wyt4d8v9wudf | cnn | (CNN)A 17-year-old male fatally shot an Iraqi man watching his first snowfall in his new American hometown, targeting him and then continuing to fire as the immigrant rushed to get inside, Dallas police said Friday.
Authorities don't believe the suspected shooter knew the victim, Ahmed Al-Jumaili, Dallas Police Maj. Jeff Cotner said reporters, nor do they believe he knew Al-Jumaili's ethnicity.
And they haven't given any indication Al-Jumaili had anything to do with what led the teen to head out armed in the first place -- a purported shooting at his girlfriend's apartment, if that in fact happened. Cotner said that, while there have nearby shootings that might be tied to gangs, "we (have been) unable to substantiate ... whether or not there was an actual shooting at the apartment."
What police do believe, based on witness testimony and other evidence, is that the teenager shot and killed Al-Jumaili, for whatever reason.
"When he saw Mr. Al-Jumaili and their family, he targeted them, he shot at them with intent," Cotner said of the suspect, who is under arrest. "And as Mr. Al-Jumaili ran back toward his apartment, he tracked him with his rifle and continued to fire."
Dallas police named the suspected shooter, though CNN is not identifying him yet since he's a minor and it's not clear if he'll be charged as an adult. The teen turns 18 in May, police said.
Until the fatal shots ended Al-Jumalli's life, March 4 had been a day of fun and joy for Al-Jumaili and his family. | 13 | What weapon was used? | a rifle | he tracked him with his rifle and continued to fire." | 1,140 | 1,194 | false |
48 | cnn_ffb0a760633cec05349cbe11391b208551c76505.story | cnn_ffb0a760633cec05349cbe11391b208551c76505.story | 3nkqq8o39y57ksfc83wyt4d8v9wudf | cnn | (CNN)A 17-year-old male fatally shot an Iraqi man watching his first snowfall in his new American hometown, targeting him and then continuing to fire as the immigrant rushed to get inside, Dallas police said Friday.
Authorities don't believe the suspected shooter knew the victim, Ahmed Al-Jumaili, Dallas Police Maj. Jeff Cotner said reporters, nor do they believe he knew Al-Jumaili's ethnicity.
And they haven't given any indication Al-Jumaili had anything to do with what led the teen to head out armed in the first place -- a purported shooting at his girlfriend's apartment, if that in fact happened. Cotner said that, while there have nearby shootings that might be tied to gangs, "we (have been) unable to substantiate ... whether or not there was an actual shooting at the apartment."
What police do believe, based on witness testimony and other evidence, is that the teenager shot and killed Al-Jumaili, for whatever reason.
"When he saw Mr. Al-Jumaili and their family, he targeted them, he shot at them with intent," Cotner said of the suspect, who is under arrest. "And as Mr. Al-Jumaili ran back toward his apartment, he tracked him with his rifle and continued to fire."
Dallas police named the suspected shooter, though CNN is not identifying him yet since he's a minor and it's not clear if he'll be charged as an adult. The teen turns 18 in May, police said.
Until the fatal shots ended Al-Jumalli's life, March 4 had been a day of fun and joy for Al-Jumaili and his family. | 14 | Was only one shot fired? | no | he tracked him with his rifle and continued to fire." | 1,140 | 1,194 | false |
49 | cnn_d1156dd5c3be6d4019da107384b3bd8e01ba3677.story | cnn_d1156dd5c3be6d4019da107384b3bd8e01ba3677.story | 3eo896nrawv5n10fiuszr6mjhc4tjd | cnn | (CNN) -- The megayacht that Steve Jobs commissioned in the final years of his life has been impounded in Amsterdam after a payment dispute involving the designer, Philippe Starck.
The Venus, a 100-million-euro ($137.5 million), 260-foot-long yacht, made its unofficial debut in late October. It's currently stuck in the Port of Amsterdam after Starck hired a debt-collection agency to attempt to remit the final payment for his design.
According to lawyers at Ubik -- Starck's design company -- speaking with Reuters, the designer has only received 6 million of the 9-million-euro commission and is seeking the rest of the payment before the Venus will be released.
"These guys [Jobs and Starck] trusted each other, so there wasn't a very detailed contract," Roelant Klaassen, a lawyer for Ubik, told Reuters.
The Venus is a floating ode to both Jobs and Starck's minimalist aesthetic. Made entirely out of aluminum, with 40-foot-long floor-to-ceiling windows lining the passenger compartment and seven 27-inch iMacs making up the command center.
In Walter Isaacson's biography of Jobs, the late Apple CEO is quoted as saying that, "I know that it's possible I will die and leave Laurene with a half-built boat, but I have to keep going on. If I don't, it's an admission that I'm about to die."
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| 1 | Who's boat had been confiscated? | Steve Jobs | Steve Jobs | 27 | 39 | false |
49 | cnn_d1156dd5c3be6d4019da107384b3bd8e01ba3677.story | cnn_d1156dd5c3be6d4019da107384b3bd8e01ba3677.story | 3eo896nrawv5n10fiuszr6mjhc4tjd | cnn | (CNN) -- The megayacht that Steve Jobs commissioned in the final years of his life has been impounded in Amsterdam after a payment dispute involving the designer, Philippe Starck.
The Venus, a 100-million-euro ($137.5 million), 260-foot-long yacht, made its unofficial debut in late October. It's currently stuck in the Port of Amsterdam after Starck hired a debt-collection agency to attempt to remit the final payment for his design.
According to lawyers at Ubik -- Starck's design company -- speaking with Reuters, the designer has only received 6 million of the 9-million-euro commission and is seeking the rest of the payment before the Venus will be released.
"These guys [Jobs and Starck] trusted each other, so there wasn't a very detailed contract," Roelant Klaassen, a lawyer for Ubik, told Reuters.
The Venus is a floating ode to both Jobs and Starck's minimalist aesthetic. Made entirely out of aluminum, with 40-foot-long floor-to-ceiling windows lining the passenger compartment and seven 27-inch iMacs making up the command center.
In Walter Isaacson's biography of Jobs, the late Apple CEO is quoted as saying that, "I know that it's possible I will die and leave Laurene with a half-built boat, but I have to keep going on. If I don't, it's an admission that I'm about to die."
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| 2 | Who requested it to be collected? | Starck | Starck | 346 | 352 | false |
49 | cnn_d1156dd5c3be6d4019da107384b3bd8e01ba3677.story | cnn_d1156dd5c3be6d4019da107384b3bd8e01ba3677.story | 3eo896nrawv5n10fiuszr6mjhc4tjd | cnn | (CNN) -- The megayacht that Steve Jobs commissioned in the final years of his life has been impounded in Amsterdam after a payment dispute involving the designer, Philippe Starck.
The Venus, a 100-million-euro ($137.5 million), 260-foot-long yacht, made its unofficial debut in late October. It's currently stuck in the Port of Amsterdam after Starck hired a debt-collection agency to attempt to remit the final payment for his design.
According to lawyers at Ubik -- Starck's design company -- speaking with Reuters, the designer has only received 6 million of the 9-million-euro commission and is seeking the rest of the payment before the Venus will be released.
"These guys [Jobs and Starck] trusted each other, so there wasn't a very detailed contract," Roelant Klaassen, a lawyer for Ubik, told Reuters.
The Venus is a floating ode to both Jobs and Starck's minimalist aesthetic. Made entirely out of aluminum, with 40-foot-long floor-to-ceiling windows lining the passenger compartment and seven 27-inch iMacs making up the command center.
In Walter Isaacson's biography of Jobs, the late Apple CEO is quoted as saying that, "I know that it's possible I will die and leave Laurene with a half-built boat, but I have to keep going on. If I don't, it's an admission that I'm about to die."
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| 3 | Why | As its stuck in the Port of Amsterdam | It's currently stuck in the Port of Amsterdam after Starck hired a debt-collection agency to attempt to remit the final payment for his design. | 294 | 438 | true |
49 | cnn_d1156dd5c3be6d4019da107384b3bd8e01ba3677.story | cnn_d1156dd5c3be6d4019da107384b3bd8e01ba3677.story | 3eo896nrawv5n10fiuszr6mjhc4tjd | cnn | (CNN) -- The megayacht that Steve Jobs commissioned in the final years of his life has been impounded in Amsterdam after a payment dispute involving the designer, Philippe Starck.
The Venus, a 100-million-euro ($137.5 million), 260-foot-long yacht, made its unofficial debut in late October. It's currently stuck in the Port of Amsterdam after Starck hired a debt-collection agency to attempt to remit the final payment for his design.
According to lawyers at Ubik -- Starck's design company -- speaking with Reuters, the designer has only received 6 million of the 9-million-euro commission and is seeking the rest of the payment before the Venus will be released.
"These guys [Jobs and Starck] trusted each other, so there wasn't a very detailed contract," Roelant Klaassen, a lawyer for Ubik, told Reuters.
The Venus is a floating ode to both Jobs and Starck's minimalist aesthetic. Made entirely out of aluminum, with 40-foot-long floor-to-ceiling windows lining the passenger compartment and seven 27-inch iMacs making up the command center.
In Walter Isaacson's biography of Jobs, the late Apple CEO is quoted as saying that, "I know that it's possible I will die and leave Laurene with a half-built boat, but I have to keep going on. If I don't, it's an admission that I'm about to die."
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| 4 | What was the dispute about? | Money being not payed to Starck's | the designer has only received 6 million of the 9-million-euro commission and is seeking the rest of the payment before the Venus will be released. | 522 | 670 | false |
49 | cnn_d1156dd5c3be6d4019da107384b3bd8e01ba3677.story | cnn_d1156dd5c3be6d4019da107384b3bd8e01ba3677.story | 3eo896nrawv5n10fiuszr6mjhc4tjd | cnn | (CNN) -- The megayacht that Steve Jobs commissioned in the final years of his life has been impounded in Amsterdam after a payment dispute involving the designer, Philippe Starck.
The Venus, a 100-million-euro ($137.5 million), 260-foot-long yacht, made its unofficial debut in late October. It's currently stuck in the Port of Amsterdam after Starck hired a debt-collection agency to attempt to remit the final payment for his design.
According to lawyers at Ubik -- Starck's design company -- speaking with Reuters, the designer has only received 6 million of the 9-million-euro commission and is seeking the rest of the payment before the Venus will be released.
"These guys [Jobs and Starck] trusted each other, so there wasn't a very detailed contract," Roelant Klaassen, a lawyer for Ubik, told Reuters.
The Venus is a floating ode to both Jobs and Starck's minimalist aesthetic. Made entirely out of aluminum, with 40-foot-long floor-to-ceiling windows lining the passenger compartment and seven 27-inch iMacs making up the command center.
In Walter Isaacson's biography of Jobs, the late Apple CEO is quoted as saying that, "I know that it's possible I will die and leave Laurene with a half-built boat, but I have to keep going on. If I don't, it's an admission that I'm about to die."
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| 5 | What is the name of the Yacht? | The Venus | The Venus | 182 | 191 | false |
49 | cnn_d1156dd5c3be6d4019da107384b3bd8e01ba3677.story | cnn_d1156dd5c3be6d4019da107384b3bd8e01ba3677.story | 3eo896nrawv5n10fiuszr6mjhc4tjd | cnn | (CNN) -- The megayacht that Steve Jobs commissioned in the final years of his life has been impounded in Amsterdam after a payment dispute involving the designer, Philippe Starck.
The Venus, a 100-million-euro ($137.5 million), 260-foot-long yacht, made its unofficial debut in late October. It's currently stuck in the Port of Amsterdam after Starck hired a debt-collection agency to attempt to remit the final payment for his design.
According to lawyers at Ubik -- Starck's design company -- speaking with Reuters, the designer has only received 6 million of the 9-million-euro commission and is seeking the rest of the payment before the Venus will be released.
"These guys [Jobs and Starck] trusted each other, so there wasn't a very detailed contract," Roelant Klaassen, a lawyer for Ubik, told Reuters.
The Venus is a floating ode to both Jobs and Starck's minimalist aesthetic. Made entirely out of aluminum, with 40-foot-long floor-to-ceiling windows lining the passenger compartment and seven 27-inch iMacs making up the command center.
In Walter Isaacson's biography of Jobs, the late Apple CEO is quoted as saying that, "I know that it's possible I will die and leave Laurene with a half-built boat, but I have to keep going on. If I don't, it's an admission that I'm about to die."
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| 6 | And how much is it worth in US dollars? | $137.5 million | $137.5 million | 213 | 227 | false |
49 | cnn_d1156dd5c3be6d4019da107384b3bd8e01ba3677.story | cnn_d1156dd5c3be6d4019da107384b3bd8e01ba3677.story | 3eo896nrawv5n10fiuszr6mjhc4tjd | cnn | (CNN) -- The megayacht that Steve Jobs commissioned in the final years of his life has been impounded in Amsterdam after a payment dispute involving the designer, Philippe Starck.
The Venus, a 100-million-euro ($137.5 million), 260-foot-long yacht, made its unofficial debut in late October. It's currently stuck in the Port of Amsterdam after Starck hired a debt-collection agency to attempt to remit the final payment for his design.
According to lawyers at Ubik -- Starck's design company -- speaking with Reuters, the designer has only received 6 million of the 9-million-euro commission and is seeking the rest of the payment before the Venus will be released.
"These guys [Jobs and Starck] trusted each other, so there wasn't a very detailed contract," Roelant Klaassen, a lawyer for Ubik, told Reuters.
The Venus is a floating ode to both Jobs and Starck's minimalist aesthetic. Made entirely out of aluminum, with 40-foot-long floor-to-ceiling windows lining the passenger compartment and seven 27-inch iMacs making up the command center.
In Walter Isaacson's biography of Jobs, the late Apple CEO is quoted as saying that, "I know that it's possible I will die and leave Laurene with a half-built boat, but I have to keep going on. If I don't, it's an admission that I'm about to die."
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| 7 | How much has Starck been paid? | 6 million | 6 million | 552 | 562 | false |
49 | cnn_d1156dd5c3be6d4019da107384b3bd8e01ba3677.story | cnn_d1156dd5c3be6d4019da107384b3bd8e01ba3677.story | 3eo896nrawv5n10fiuszr6mjhc4tjd | cnn | (CNN) -- The megayacht that Steve Jobs commissioned in the final years of his life has been impounded in Amsterdam after a payment dispute involving the designer, Philippe Starck.
The Venus, a 100-million-euro ($137.5 million), 260-foot-long yacht, made its unofficial debut in late October. It's currently stuck in the Port of Amsterdam after Starck hired a debt-collection agency to attempt to remit the final payment for his design.
According to lawyers at Ubik -- Starck's design company -- speaking with Reuters, the designer has only received 6 million of the 9-million-euro commission and is seeking the rest of the payment before the Venus will be released.
"These guys [Jobs and Starck] trusted each other, so there wasn't a very detailed contract," Roelant Klaassen, a lawyer for Ubik, told Reuters.
The Venus is a floating ode to both Jobs and Starck's minimalist aesthetic. Made entirely out of aluminum, with 40-foot-long floor-to-ceiling windows lining the passenger compartment and seven 27-inch iMacs making up the command center.
In Walter Isaacson's biography of Jobs, the late Apple CEO is quoted as saying that, "I know that it's possible I will die and leave Laurene with a half-built boat, but I have to keep going on. If I don't, it's an admission that I'm about to die."
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| 8 | How much was he supposed to receive in total? | 9-million-euro | 9-million-euro | 569 | 584 | false |
49 | cnn_d1156dd5c3be6d4019da107384b3bd8e01ba3677.story | cnn_d1156dd5c3be6d4019da107384b3bd8e01ba3677.story | 3eo896nrawv5n10fiuszr6mjhc4tjd | cnn | (CNN) -- The megayacht that Steve Jobs commissioned in the final years of his life has been impounded in Amsterdam after a payment dispute involving the designer, Philippe Starck.
The Venus, a 100-million-euro ($137.5 million), 260-foot-long yacht, made its unofficial debut in late October. It's currently stuck in the Port of Amsterdam after Starck hired a debt-collection agency to attempt to remit the final payment for his design.
According to lawyers at Ubik -- Starck's design company -- speaking with Reuters, the designer has only received 6 million of the 9-million-euro commission and is seeking the rest of the payment before the Venus will be released.
"These guys [Jobs and Starck] trusted each other, so there wasn't a very detailed contract," Roelant Klaassen, a lawyer for Ubik, told Reuters.
The Venus is a floating ode to both Jobs and Starck's minimalist aesthetic. Made entirely out of aluminum, with 40-foot-long floor-to-ceiling windows lining the passenger compartment and seven 27-inch iMacs making up the command center.
In Walter Isaacson's biography of Jobs, the late Apple CEO is quoted as saying that, "I know that it's possible I will die and leave Laurene with a half-built boat, but I have to keep going on. If I don't, it's an admission that I'm about to die."
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| 9 | What is Ubik? | A Starck's design company | Starck's design company | 472 | 495 | false |
49 | cnn_d1156dd5c3be6d4019da107384b3bd8e01ba3677.story | cnn_d1156dd5c3be6d4019da107384b3bd8e01ba3677.story | 3eo896nrawv5n10fiuszr6mjhc4tjd | cnn | (CNN) -- The megayacht that Steve Jobs commissioned in the final years of his life has been impounded in Amsterdam after a payment dispute involving the designer, Philippe Starck.
The Venus, a 100-million-euro ($137.5 million), 260-foot-long yacht, made its unofficial debut in late October. It's currently stuck in the Port of Amsterdam after Starck hired a debt-collection agency to attempt to remit the final payment for his design.
According to lawyers at Ubik -- Starck's design company -- speaking with Reuters, the designer has only received 6 million of the 9-million-euro commission and is seeking the rest of the payment before the Venus will be released.
"These guys [Jobs and Starck] trusted each other, so there wasn't a very detailed contract," Roelant Klaassen, a lawyer for Ubik, told Reuters.
The Venus is a floating ode to both Jobs and Starck's minimalist aesthetic. Made entirely out of aluminum, with 40-foot-long floor-to-ceiling windows lining the passenger compartment and seven 27-inch iMacs making up the command center.
In Walter Isaacson's biography of Jobs, the late Apple CEO is quoted as saying that, "I know that it's possible I will die and leave Laurene with a half-built boat, but I have to keep going on. If I don't, it's an admission that I'm about to die."
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| 10 | Who is Roelant Klaassen? | a lawyer for Ubik | a lawyer for Ubik | 782 | 800 | false |
50 | cnn_80b0098529bf1bc825dac49ffc880d363b8b138a.story | cnn_80b0098529bf1bc825dac49ffc880d363b8b138a.story | 3m1cvsfp605hus5j7klrt28d7lqqa1 | cnn | (PEOPLE.com) -- Theodore "Teddy" Forstmann, a veteran business leader and philanthropist who was romantically linked to Padma Lakshmi, died Sunday. He was 71.
Forstmann suffered from brain cancer, his spokesman tells The New York Times.
Although the famed billionaire never married, he dated "Top Chef" host Lakshmi, 41, over the last several years. Their relationship made headlines when she gave birth to now 1-year-old daughter Krishna in February 2010, which spawned speculation over the identity of the father. (Venture capitalist Adam Dell was later revealed as the father.)
Forstmann was also briefly linked to Princess Diana. According to "The Diana Chronicles" by Newsweek and The Daily Beast editor Tina Brown, the two were plotting to wed in the last weeks of her life.
Forstmann, who invested in companies ranging from Gulfstream Aerospace to Dr. Pepper, is survived by his two sons, Siya and Everest, brothers Anthony and John, and sisters Marina Forstmann Day and Elissa Forstmann Moran.
See the full article at PEOPLE.com.
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| 1 | Who died? | Theodore Forstmann | Theodore "Teddy" Forstmann, a veteran business leader and philanthropist who was romantically linked to Padma Lakshmi, died Sunday. | 16 | 147 | false |
50 | cnn_80b0098529bf1bc825dac49ffc880d363b8b138a.story | cnn_80b0098529bf1bc825dac49ffc880d363b8b138a.story | 3m1cvsfp605hus5j7klrt28d7lqqa1 | cnn | (PEOPLE.com) -- Theodore "Teddy" Forstmann, a veteran business leader and philanthropist who was romantically linked to Padma Lakshmi, died Sunday. He was 71.
Forstmann suffered from brain cancer, his spokesman tells The New York Times.
Although the famed billionaire never married, he dated "Top Chef" host Lakshmi, 41, over the last several years. Their relationship made headlines when she gave birth to now 1-year-old daughter Krishna in February 2010, which spawned speculation over the identity of the father. (Venture capitalist Adam Dell was later revealed as the father.)
Forstmann was also briefly linked to Princess Diana. According to "The Diana Chronicles" by Newsweek and The Daily Beast editor Tina Brown, the two were plotting to wed in the last weeks of her life.
Forstmann, who invested in companies ranging from Gulfstream Aerospace to Dr. Pepper, is survived by his two sons, Siya and Everest, brothers Anthony and John, and sisters Marina Forstmann Day and Elissa Forstmann Moran.
See the full article at PEOPLE.com.
© 2011 People and Time Inc. All rights reserved.
| 2 | Who was he? | veteran business leader | Theodore "Teddy" Forstmann, a veteran business leader | 16 | 69 | false |
50 | cnn_80b0098529bf1bc825dac49ffc880d363b8b138a.story | cnn_80b0098529bf1bc825dac49ffc880d363b8b138a.story | 3m1cvsfp605hus5j7klrt28d7lqqa1 | cnn | (PEOPLE.com) -- Theodore "Teddy" Forstmann, a veteran business leader and philanthropist who was romantically linked to Padma Lakshmi, died Sunday. He was 71.
Forstmann suffered from brain cancer, his spokesman tells The New York Times.
Although the famed billionaire never married, he dated "Top Chef" host Lakshmi, 41, over the last several years. Their relationship made headlines when she gave birth to now 1-year-old daughter Krishna in February 2010, which spawned speculation over the identity of the father. (Venture capitalist Adam Dell was later revealed as the father.)
Forstmann was also briefly linked to Princess Diana. According to "The Diana Chronicles" by Newsweek and The Daily Beast editor Tina Brown, the two were plotting to wed in the last weeks of her life.
Forstmann, who invested in companies ranging from Gulfstream Aerospace to Dr. Pepper, is survived by his two sons, Siya and Everest, brothers Anthony and John, and sisters Marina Forstmann Day and Elissa Forstmann Moran.
See the full article at PEOPLE.com.
© 2011 People and Time Inc. All rights reserved.
| 3 | Was he married? | No | Although the famed billionaire never married, | 241 | 286 | false |
50 | cnn_80b0098529bf1bc825dac49ffc880d363b8b138a.story | cnn_80b0098529bf1bc825dac49ffc880d363b8b138a.story | 3m1cvsfp605hus5j7klrt28d7lqqa1 | cnn | (PEOPLE.com) -- Theodore "Teddy" Forstmann, a veteran business leader and philanthropist who was romantically linked to Padma Lakshmi, died Sunday. He was 71.
Forstmann suffered from brain cancer, his spokesman tells The New York Times.
Although the famed billionaire never married, he dated "Top Chef" host Lakshmi, 41, over the last several years. Their relationship made headlines when she gave birth to now 1-year-old daughter Krishna in February 2010, which spawned speculation over the identity of the father. (Venture capitalist Adam Dell was later revealed as the father.)
Forstmann was also briefly linked to Princess Diana. According to "The Diana Chronicles" by Newsweek and The Daily Beast editor Tina Brown, the two were plotting to wed in the last weeks of her life.
Forstmann, who invested in companies ranging from Gulfstream Aerospace to Dr. Pepper, is survived by his two sons, Siya and Everest, brothers Anthony and John, and sisters Marina Forstmann Day and Elissa Forstmann Moran.
See the full article at PEOPLE.com.
© 2011 People and Time Inc. All rights reserved.
| 4 | Who was he dating? | Lakshmi | he dated "Top Chef" host Lakshmi | 287 | 319 | false |
50 | cnn_80b0098529bf1bc825dac49ffc880d363b8b138a.story | cnn_80b0098529bf1bc825dac49ffc880d363b8b138a.story | 3m1cvsfp605hus5j7klrt28d7lqqa1 | cnn | (PEOPLE.com) -- Theodore "Teddy" Forstmann, a veteran business leader and philanthropist who was romantically linked to Padma Lakshmi, died Sunday. He was 71.
Forstmann suffered from brain cancer, his spokesman tells The New York Times.
Although the famed billionaire never married, he dated "Top Chef" host Lakshmi, 41, over the last several years. Their relationship made headlines when she gave birth to now 1-year-old daughter Krishna in February 2010, which spawned speculation over the identity of the father. (Venture capitalist Adam Dell was later revealed as the father.)
Forstmann was also briefly linked to Princess Diana. According to "The Diana Chronicles" by Newsweek and The Daily Beast editor Tina Brown, the two were plotting to wed in the last weeks of her life.
Forstmann, who invested in companies ranging from Gulfstream Aerospace to Dr. Pepper, is survived by his two sons, Siya and Everest, brothers Anthony and John, and sisters Marina Forstmann Day and Elissa Forstmann Moran.
See the full article at PEOPLE.com.
© 2011 People and Time Inc. All rights reserved.
| 5 | How old is she? | 41 | Lakshmi, 41 | 312 | 323 | false |
50 | cnn_80b0098529bf1bc825dac49ffc880d363b8b138a.story | cnn_80b0098529bf1bc825dac49ffc880d363b8b138a.story | 3m1cvsfp605hus5j7klrt28d7lqqa1 | cnn | (PEOPLE.com) -- Theodore "Teddy" Forstmann, a veteran business leader and philanthropist who was romantically linked to Padma Lakshmi, died Sunday. He was 71.
Forstmann suffered from brain cancer, his spokesman tells The New York Times.
Although the famed billionaire never married, he dated "Top Chef" host Lakshmi, 41, over the last several years. Their relationship made headlines when she gave birth to now 1-year-old daughter Krishna in February 2010, which spawned speculation over the identity of the father. (Venture capitalist Adam Dell was later revealed as the father.)
Forstmann was also briefly linked to Princess Diana. According to "The Diana Chronicles" by Newsweek and The Daily Beast editor Tina Brown, the two were plotting to wed in the last weeks of her life.
Forstmann, who invested in companies ranging from Gulfstream Aerospace to Dr. Pepper, is survived by his two sons, Siya and Everest, brothers Anthony and John, and sisters Marina Forstmann Day and Elissa Forstmann Moran.
See the full article at PEOPLE.com.
© 2011 People and Time Inc. All rights reserved.
| 6 | What did she do? | "Top Chef" host | "Top Chef" host Lakshmi | 296 | 319 | false |
50 | cnn_80b0098529bf1bc825dac49ffc880d363b8b138a.story | cnn_80b0098529bf1bc825dac49ffc880d363b8b138a.story | 3m1cvsfp605hus5j7klrt28d7lqqa1 | cnn | (PEOPLE.com) -- Theodore "Teddy" Forstmann, a veteran business leader and philanthropist who was romantically linked to Padma Lakshmi, died Sunday. He was 71.
Forstmann suffered from brain cancer, his spokesman tells The New York Times.
Although the famed billionaire never married, he dated "Top Chef" host Lakshmi, 41, over the last several years. Their relationship made headlines when she gave birth to now 1-year-old daughter Krishna in February 2010, which spawned speculation over the identity of the father. (Venture capitalist Adam Dell was later revealed as the father.)
Forstmann was also briefly linked to Princess Diana. According to "The Diana Chronicles" by Newsweek and The Daily Beast editor Tina Brown, the two were plotting to wed in the last weeks of her life.
Forstmann, who invested in companies ranging from Gulfstream Aerospace to Dr. Pepper, is survived by his two sons, Siya and Everest, brothers Anthony and John, and sisters Marina Forstmann Day and Elissa Forstmann Moran.
See the full article at PEOPLE.com.
© 2011 People and Time Inc. All rights reserved.
| 7 | Did he have any children? | Yes | is survived by his two sons, Siya and Everest, brothers Anthony and John, and sisters Marina Forstmann Day and Elissa Forstmann Moran. | 874 | 1,010 | false |
50 | cnn_80b0098529bf1bc825dac49ffc880d363b8b138a.story | cnn_80b0098529bf1bc825dac49ffc880d363b8b138a.story | 3m1cvsfp605hus5j7klrt28d7lqqa1 | cnn | (PEOPLE.com) -- Theodore "Teddy" Forstmann, a veteran business leader and philanthropist who was romantically linked to Padma Lakshmi, died Sunday. He was 71.
Forstmann suffered from brain cancer, his spokesman tells The New York Times.
Although the famed billionaire never married, he dated "Top Chef" host Lakshmi, 41, over the last several years. Their relationship made headlines when she gave birth to now 1-year-old daughter Krishna in February 2010, which spawned speculation over the identity of the father. (Venture capitalist Adam Dell was later revealed as the father.)
Forstmann was also briefly linked to Princess Diana. According to "The Diana Chronicles" by Newsweek and The Daily Beast editor Tina Brown, the two were plotting to wed in the last weeks of her life.
Forstmann, who invested in companies ranging from Gulfstream Aerospace to Dr. Pepper, is survived by his two sons, Siya and Everest, brothers Anthony and John, and sisters Marina Forstmann Day and Elissa Forstmann Moran.
See the full article at PEOPLE.com.
© 2011 People and Time Inc. All rights reserved.
| 8 | Who were they? | Siya and Everest | two sons, Siya and Everest | 894 | 920 | false |
50 | cnn_80b0098529bf1bc825dac49ffc880d363b8b138a.story | cnn_80b0098529bf1bc825dac49ffc880d363b8b138a.story | 3m1cvsfp605hus5j7klrt28d7lqqa1 | cnn | (PEOPLE.com) -- Theodore "Teddy" Forstmann, a veteran business leader and philanthropist who was romantically linked to Padma Lakshmi, died Sunday. He was 71.
Forstmann suffered from brain cancer, his spokesman tells The New York Times.
Although the famed billionaire never married, he dated "Top Chef" host Lakshmi, 41, over the last several years. Their relationship made headlines when she gave birth to now 1-year-old daughter Krishna in February 2010, which spawned speculation over the identity of the father. (Venture capitalist Adam Dell was later revealed as the father.)
Forstmann was also briefly linked to Princess Diana. According to "The Diana Chronicles" by Newsweek and The Daily Beast editor Tina Brown, the two were plotting to wed in the last weeks of her life.
Forstmann, who invested in companies ranging from Gulfstream Aerospace to Dr. Pepper, is survived by his two sons, Siya and Everest, brothers Anthony and John, and sisters Marina Forstmann Day and Elissa Forstmann Moran.
See the full article at PEOPLE.com.
© 2011 People and Time Inc. All rights reserved.
| 9 | How did he die? | brain cancer | Forstmann suffered from brain cancer | 161 | 197 | false |
50 | cnn_80b0098529bf1bc825dac49ffc880d363b8b138a.story | cnn_80b0098529bf1bc825dac49ffc880d363b8b138a.story | 3m1cvsfp605hus5j7klrt28d7lqqa1 | cnn | (PEOPLE.com) -- Theodore "Teddy" Forstmann, a veteran business leader and philanthropist who was romantically linked to Padma Lakshmi, died Sunday. He was 71.
Forstmann suffered from brain cancer, his spokesman tells The New York Times.
Although the famed billionaire never married, he dated "Top Chef" host Lakshmi, 41, over the last several years. Their relationship made headlines when she gave birth to now 1-year-old daughter Krishna in February 2010, which spawned speculation over the identity of the father. (Venture capitalist Adam Dell was later revealed as the father.)
Forstmann was also briefly linked to Princess Diana. According to "The Diana Chronicles" by Newsweek and The Daily Beast editor Tina Brown, the two were plotting to wed in the last weeks of her life.
Forstmann, who invested in companies ranging from Gulfstream Aerospace to Dr. Pepper, is survived by his two sons, Siya and Everest, brothers Anthony and John, and sisters Marina Forstmann Day and Elissa Forstmann Moran.
See the full article at PEOPLE.com.
© 2011 People and Time Inc. All rights reserved.
| 10 | Did he have any daughters? | No | Their relationship made headlines when she gave birth to now 1-year-old daughter Krishna in February 2010, which spawned speculation over the identity of the father. (Venture capitalist Adam Dell was later revealed as the father.) | 354 | 585 | false |
50 | cnn_80b0098529bf1bc825dac49ffc880d363b8b138a.story | cnn_80b0098529bf1bc825dac49ffc880d363b8b138a.story | 3m1cvsfp605hus5j7klrt28d7lqqa1 | cnn | (PEOPLE.com) -- Theodore "Teddy" Forstmann, a veteran business leader and philanthropist who was romantically linked to Padma Lakshmi, died Sunday. He was 71.
Forstmann suffered from brain cancer, his spokesman tells The New York Times.
Although the famed billionaire never married, he dated "Top Chef" host Lakshmi, 41, over the last several years. Their relationship made headlines when she gave birth to now 1-year-old daughter Krishna in February 2010, which spawned speculation over the identity of the father. (Venture capitalist Adam Dell was later revealed as the father.)
Forstmann was also briefly linked to Princess Diana. According to "The Diana Chronicles" by Newsweek and The Daily Beast editor Tina Brown, the two were plotting to wed in the last weeks of her life.
Forstmann, who invested in companies ranging from Gulfstream Aerospace to Dr. Pepper, is survived by his two sons, Siya and Everest, brothers Anthony and John, and sisters Marina Forstmann Day and Elissa Forstmann Moran.
See the full article at PEOPLE.com.
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| 11 | Who else was he linked to? | Padma Lakshmi | linked to Padma Lakshmi | 110 | 133 | false |
50 | cnn_80b0098529bf1bc825dac49ffc880d363b8b138a.story | cnn_80b0098529bf1bc825dac49ffc880d363b8b138a.story | 3m1cvsfp605hus5j7klrt28d7lqqa1 | cnn | (PEOPLE.com) -- Theodore "Teddy" Forstmann, a veteran business leader and philanthropist who was romantically linked to Padma Lakshmi, died Sunday. He was 71.
Forstmann suffered from brain cancer, his spokesman tells The New York Times.
Although the famed billionaire never married, he dated "Top Chef" host Lakshmi, 41, over the last several years. Their relationship made headlines when she gave birth to now 1-year-old daughter Krishna in February 2010, which spawned speculation over the identity of the father. (Venture capitalist Adam Dell was later revealed as the father.)
Forstmann was also briefly linked to Princess Diana. According to "The Diana Chronicles" by Newsweek and The Daily Beast editor Tina Brown, the two were plotting to wed in the last weeks of her life.
Forstmann, who invested in companies ranging from Gulfstream Aerospace to Dr. Pepper, is survived by his two sons, Siya and Everest, brothers Anthony and John, and sisters Marina Forstmann Day and Elissa Forstmann Moran.
See the full article at PEOPLE.com.
© 2011 People and Time Inc. All rights reserved.
| 12 | Anyone else? | Princess Diana | linked to Princess Diana | 613 | 638 | false |
50 | cnn_80b0098529bf1bc825dac49ffc880d363b8b138a.story | cnn_80b0098529bf1bc825dac49ffc880d363b8b138a.story | 3m1cvsfp605hus5j7klrt28d7lqqa1 | cnn | (PEOPLE.com) -- Theodore "Teddy" Forstmann, a veteran business leader and philanthropist who was romantically linked to Padma Lakshmi, died Sunday. He was 71.
Forstmann suffered from brain cancer, his spokesman tells The New York Times.
Although the famed billionaire never married, he dated "Top Chef" host Lakshmi, 41, over the last several years. Their relationship made headlines when she gave birth to now 1-year-old daughter Krishna in February 2010, which spawned speculation over the identity of the father. (Venture capitalist Adam Dell was later revealed as the father.)
Forstmann was also briefly linked to Princess Diana. According to "The Diana Chronicles" by Newsweek and The Daily Beast editor Tina Brown, the two were plotting to wed in the last weeks of her life.
Forstmann, who invested in companies ranging from Gulfstream Aerospace to Dr. Pepper, is survived by his two sons, Siya and Everest, brothers Anthony and John, and sisters Marina Forstmann Day and Elissa Forstmann Moran.
See the full article at PEOPLE.com.
© 2011 People and Time Inc. All rights reserved.
| 13 | According to whom? | "The Diana Chronicles" | According to "The Diana Chronicles" | 640 | 675 | false |
50 | cnn_80b0098529bf1bc825dac49ffc880d363b8b138a.story | cnn_80b0098529bf1bc825dac49ffc880d363b8b138a.story | 3m1cvsfp605hus5j7klrt28d7lqqa1 | cnn | (PEOPLE.com) -- Theodore "Teddy" Forstmann, a veteran business leader and philanthropist who was romantically linked to Padma Lakshmi, died Sunday. He was 71.
Forstmann suffered from brain cancer, his spokesman tells The New York Times.
Although the famed billionaire never married, he dated "Top Chef" host Lakshmi, 41, over the last several years. Their relationship made headlines when she gave birth to now 1-year-old daughter Krishna in February 2010, which spawned speculation over the identity of the father. (Venture capitalist Adam Dell was later revealed as the father.)
Forstmann was also briefly linked to Princess Diana. According to "The Diana Chronicles" by Newsweek and The Daily Beast editor Tina Brown, the two were plotting to wed in the last weeks of her life.
Forstmann, who invested in companies ranging from Gulfstream Aerospace to Dr. Pepper, is survived by his two sons, Siya and Everest, brothers Anthony and John, and sisters Marina Forstmann Day and Elissa Forstmann Moran.
See the full article at PEOPLE.com.
© 2011 People and Time Inc. All rights reserved.
| 14 | What was a company he invested in? | Dr. Pepper | Forstmann, who invested in companies ranging from Gulfstream Aerospace to Dr. Pepper | 789 | 873 | false |
51 | data/gutenberg/txt/Harriet Elizabeth Beecher Stowe___Pink and White Tyranny.txt/CHAPTER XVIII_cbca4e3f54f9b983727b53674add089e6b1dfaf538e57ebd5b1f7ca | data/gutenberg/txt/Harriet Elizabeth Beecher Stowe___Pink and White Tyranny.txt/CHAPTER XVIII_cbca4e3f54f9b983727b53674add089e6b1dfaf538e57ebd5b1f7ca | 32n49tqg3gi9z010tjf1zp7lofava9 | gutenberg | CHAPTER XVIII.
_A BRICK TURNS UP_.
The snow had been all night falling silently over the long elm avenues of Springdale.
It was one of those soft, moist, dreamy snow-falls, which come down in great loose feathers, resting in magical frost-work on every tree, shrub, and plant, and seeming to bring down with it the purity and peace of upper worlds.
Grace's little cottage on Elm Street was imbosomed, as New-England cottages are apt to be, in a tangle of shrubbery, evergreens, syringas, and lilacs; which, on such occasions, become bowers of enchantment when the morning sun looks through them.
Grace came into her parlor, which was cheery with the dazzling sunshine, and, running to the window, began to examine anxiously the state of her various greeneries, pausing from time to time to look out admiringly at the wonderful snow-landscape, with its many tremulous tints of rose, lilac, and amethyst.
The only thing wanting was some one to speak to about it; and, with a half sigh, she thought of the good old times when John would come to her chamber-door in the morning, to get her out to look on scenes like this.
"Positively," she said to herself, "I must invite some one to visit me. One wants a friend to help one enjoy solitude." The stock of social life in Springdale, in fact, was running low. The Lennoxes and the Wilcoxes had gone to their Boston homes, and Rose Ferguson was visiting in New York, and Letitia found so much to do to supply her place to her father and mother, that she had less time than usual to share with Grace. Then, again, the Elm-street cottage was a walk of some considerable distance; whereas, when Grace lived at the old homestead, the Fergusons were so near as to seem only one family, and were dropping in at all hours of the day and evening. | 1 | How long had the snow been falling? | all night | The snow had been all night | 39 | 66 | false |
51 | data/gutenberg/txt/Harriet Elizabeth Beecher Stowe___Pink and White Tyranny.txt/CHAPTER XVIII_cbca4e3f54f9b983727b53674add089e6b1dfaf538e57ebd5b1f7ca | data/gutenberg/txt/Harriet Elizabeth Beecher Stowe___Pink and White Tyranny.txt/CHAPTER XVIII_cbca4e3f54f9b983727b53674add089e6b1dfaf538e57ebd5b1f7ca | 32n49tqg3gi9z010tjf1zp7lofava9 | gutenberg | CHAPTER XVIII.
_A BRICK TURNS UP_.
The snow had been all night falling silently over the long elm avenues of Springdale.
It was one of those soft, moist, dreamy snow-falls, which come down in great loose feathers, resting in magical frost-work on every tree, shrub, and plant, and seeming to bring down with it the purity and peace of upper worlds.
Grace's little cottage on Elm Street was imbosomed, as New-England cottages are apt to be, in a tangle of shrubbery, evergreens, syringas, and lilacs; which, on such occasions, become bowers of enchantment when the morning sun looks through them.
Grace came into her parlor, which was cheery with the dazzling sunshine, and, running to the window, began to examine anxiously the state of her various greeneries, pausing from time to time to look out admiringly at the wonderful snow-landscape, with its many tremulous tints of rose, lilac, and amethyst.
The only thing wanting was some one to speak to about it; and, with a half sigh, she thought of the good old times when John would come to her chamber-door in the morning, to get her out to look on scenes like this.
"Positively," she said to herself, "I must invite some one to visit me. One wants a friend to help one enjoy solitude." The stock of social life in Springdale, in fact, was running low. The Lennoxes and the Wilcoxes had gone to their Boston homes, and Rose Ferguson was visiting in New York, and Letitia found so much to do to supply her place to her father and mother, that she had less time than usual to share with Grace. Then, again, the Elm-street cottage was a walk of some considerable distance; whereas, when Grace lived at the old homestead, the Fergusons were so near as to seem only one family, and were dropping in at all hours of the day and evening. | 2 | Who's cottage was it? | Grace | Grace's little cottage | 357 | 379 | false |
51 | data/gutenberg/txt/Harriet Elizabeth Beecher Stowe___Pink and White Tyranny.txt/CHAPTER XVIII_cbca4e3f54f9b983727b53674add089e6b1dfaf538e57ebd5b1f7ca | data/gutenberg/txt/Harriet Elizabeth Beecher Stowe___Pink and White Tyranny.txt/CHAPTER XVIII_cbca4e3f54f9b983727b53674add089e6b1dfaf538e57ebd5b1f7ca | 32n49tqg3gi9z010tjf1zp7lofava9 | gutenberg | CHAPTER XVIII.
_A BRICK TURNS UP_.
The snow had been all night falling silently over the long elm avenues of Springdale.
It was one of those soft, moist, dreamy snow-falls, which come down in great loose feathers, resting in magical frost-work on every tree, shrub, and plant, and seeming to bring down with it the purity and peace of upper worlds.
Grace's little cottage on Elm Street was imbosomed, as New-England cottages are apt to be, in a tangle of shrubbery, evergreens, syringas, and lilacs; which, on such occasions, become bowers of enchantment when the morning sun looks through them.
Grace came into her parlor, which was cheery with the dazzling sunshine, and, running to the window, began to examine anxiously the state of her various greeneries, pausing from time to time to look out admiringly at the wonderful snow-landscape, with its many tremulous tints of rose, lilac, and amethyst.
The only thing wanting was some one to speak to about it; and, with a half sigh, she thought of the good old times when John would come to her chamber-door in the morning, to get her out to look on scenes like this.
"Positively," she said to herself, "I must invite some one to visit me. One wants a friend to help one enjoy solitude." The stock of social life in Springdale, in fact, was running low. The Lennoxes and the Wilcoxes had gone to their Boston homes, and Rose Ferguson was visiting in New York, and Letitia found so much to do to supply her place to her father and mother, that she had less time than usual to share with Grace. Then, again, the Elm-street cottage was a walk of some considerable distance; whereas, when Grace lived at the old homestead, the Fergusons were so near as to seem only one family, and were dropping in at all hours of the day and evening. | 3 | Who use to her chamber door in the mornings? | John | when John would come to her chamber-door | 1,030 | 1,071 | false |
51 | data/gutenberg/txt/Harriet Elizabeth Beecher Stowe___Pink and White Tyranny.txt/CHAPTER XVIII_cbca4e3f54f9b983727b53674add089e6b1dfaf538e57ebd5b1f7ca | data/gutenberg/txt/Harriet Elizabeth Beecher Stowe___Pink and White Tyranny.txt/CHAPTER XVIII_cbca4e3f54f9b983727b53674add089e6b1dfaf538e57ebd5b1f7ca | 32n49tqg3gi9z010tjf1zp7lofava9 | gutenberg | CHAPTER XVIII.
_A BRICK TURNS UP_.
The snow had been all night falling silently over the long elm avenues of Springdale.
It was one of those soft, moist, dreamy snow-falls, which come down in great loose feathers, resting in magical frost-work on every tree, shrub, and plant, and seeming to bring down with it the purity and peace of upper worlds.
Grace's little cottage on Elm Street was imbosomed, as New-England cottages are apt to be, in a tangle of shrubbery, evergreens, syringas, and lilacs; which, on such occasions, become bowers of enchantment when the morning sun looks through them.
Grace came into her parlor, which was cheery with the dazzling sunshine, and, running to the window, began to examine anxiously the state of her various greeneries, pausing from time to time to look out admiringly at the wonderful snow-landscape, with its many tremulous tints of rose, lilac, and amethyst.
The only thing wanting was some one to speak to about it; and, with a half sigh, she thought of the good old times when John would come to her chamber-door in the morning, to get her out to look on scenes like this.
"Positively," she said to herself, "I must invite some one to visit me. One wants a friend to help one enjoy solitude." The stock of social life in Springdale, in fact, was running low. The Lennoxes and the Wilcoxes had gone to their Boston homes, and Rose Ferguson was visiting in New York, and Letitia found so much to do to supply her place to her father and mother, that she had less time than usual to share with Grace. Then, again, the Elm-street cottage was a walk of some considerable distance; whereas, when Grace lived at the old homestead, the Fergusons were so near as to seem only one family, and were dropping in at all hours of the day and evening. | 4 | What was it she said to herself? | "Positively," | "Positively," she said to herself, | 1,133 | 1,167 | true |