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[The moon] I gazed with a kind of wonder. |
I quickly collected some branches, but they were wet and would not burn. |
The meal was quickly dispatched. |
She followed, and they disappeared. |
This was a new sight to me, and I examined the structure with great curiosity. |
Finding the door open, I entered. |
She did not appear to understand him, but smiled. |
He assisted her to dismount, and dismissing her guide, conducted her into the cottage. |
"When she had finished, she gave the guitar to Agatha, who at first declined it. |
When I looked around I saw and heard of none like me. |
"I lay on my straw, but I could not sleep. |
I thought of the occurrences of the day. |
"They were not entirely happy. |
The young man and his companion often went apart and appeared to weep. |
Yet why were these gentle beings unhappy? |
"This trait of kindness moved me sensibly. |
"By degrees I made a discovery of still greater moment. |
"I could mention innumerable instances which, although slight, marked the dispositions of these amiable cottagers. |
It was not thus with Felix. |
Fit habitation for gods, which, so short a time before, was bleak, damp, and unwholesome. |
What did their tears imply? |
"My mode of life in my hovel was uniform. |
I saw no cause for their unhappiness, but I was deeply affected by it. |
A GLITTERING NIGHT FLOWER: THE USE OF A NAME |
He was not a moneyed man. |
"You don't say so," would be the reply. |
"Why, yes, didn't you know that? |
This was really a gorgeous saloon from a Chicago standpoint. |
"Great old boy, isn't he? |
We had quite a time there together." |
He was the picture of fastidious comfort. |
"That's Jules Wallace, the spiritualist." |
Drouet followed him with his eyes, much interested. |
"Oh, I don't know," returned Hurstwood. |
"He's got the money, all right," and a little twinkle passed over his eyes. |
I wouldn't bother about it myself, though. |
By the way," he added, "are you going anywhere to night?" |
It's half after eight already," and he drew out his watch. |
I have something I want to show you," said Hurstwood. |
"You haven't anything on hand for the night, have you?" added Hurstwood. |
"By George, that's so, I must go and call on her before I go away." |
"Oh, never mind her," Hurstwood remarked. |
"That's right," said Drouet, going out. |
"Well, you'd better be going. |
"A little of the same for me," put in Hurstwood. |
'Holy Saints!' exclaimed Annette, 'how can I help it! |
'Good God!' exclaimed Emily, 'what will become of me!' |
All this I saw through the key hole. |
'Credit them, ma'amselle! why all the world could not persuade me out of them. |
'Sign the papers,' said Montoni, more impatiently than before. |
I have a punishment which you think not of; it is terrible! |
'Quit my presence!' cried Montoni. |
'Obey my order,' repeated Montoni. |
'And for these fool's tricks-I will soon discover by whom they are practised.' |
'What had I but trouble to expect, when I condescended to reason with a baby! |
'What, were they disputing, then?' said Emily. |
'Would you, indeed, be glad?' said Emily, in a tone of mournful reproach. |
He felt Prince Andrew's pulse, and to his surprise and dissatisfaction found it had improved. |
They gave Prince Andrew some tea. |
"Couldn't one get a book?" he asked. |
But besides this there was something else of importance. |
It was something white by the door-the statue of a sphinx, which also oppressed him. |
That's enough, please leave off!" Prince Andrew painfully entreated someone. |
Now again I feel that bliss. |
That is why I experienced such joy when I felt that I loved that man. |
Her face was pale and rigid. |
Those eyes, filled with happy tears, gazed at him timidly, compassionately, and with joyous love. |
Natasha's thin pale face, with its swollen lips, was more than plain-it was dreadful. |
And those thoughts, though now vague and indefinite, again possessed his soul. |
"What's this?" said the doctor, rising from his bed. |
Yet how many people have I hated in my life? |
No, neither death nor anything else can destroy it. |
"Yes-love," he thought again quite clearly. |
Only in the lower part of it something quivered. |
The valet, returning to the cottage, informed the count that Moscow was burning. |
"Oh, how terrible," said Sonya returning from the yard chilled and frightened. |
"Look, Natasha, how dreadfully it is burning!" said she. |
"But you didn't see it!" |
She was planning something and either deciding or had already decided something in her mind. |
"Natasha, undress, darling; lie down on my bed." |
Madame Schoss and the two girls were to sleep on some hay on the floor. |
The countess exchanged a look with Sonya. |
"Lie down, darling; lie down, my pet," said the countess, softly touching Natasha's shoulders. |
Her long, thin, practiced fingers rapidly unplaited, replaited, and tied up her plait. |
"Do lie down," she added crossly, and buried her face in the pillow. |
After a short silence the countess spoke again but this time no one replied. |
The valet sat up and whispered something. |
You'd better lie down," said the countess. |
The countess, Madame Schoss, and Sonya undressed hastily and lay down. |
The cold she felt refreshed her. |
"Natasha, you'd better lie in the middle," said Sonya. |
The count returned and lay down behind the partition. |
A bed had been made on a bedstead for the countess only. |
"I believe the whole of Moscow will burn, there's an awful glow! |
It was dark in there. |
The boards of the floor creaked. |
Yes, he was altogether like that. |
Unfortunately for this prudent resolution, his entertainers appeared otherwise disposed. |
The quick and ready motion of the chief was not entirely too late. |
A gesture of assent was the answer. |
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Glossolalia Dial Inputs
Input data for the Glossolalia Dial: one dial that grades a typed sentence from clean speech to wordless tongues in the same voice. These are the building blocks the pipeline runs on. The 30k-clip training corpus is regenerated from them with the scripts in the code repo, so it is not stored here.
Contents
| File | What it is |
|---|---|
sentences.txt |
Source English sentences. The dial learns to dissolve sentences like these. The corruption pipeline reads them; the model never sees the corrupted text. |
voices/v1.wav ... voices/v9.wav |
Nine reference voice clips for zero-shot cloning (F5-TTS clones whichever voice you pick). |
voices/v1.txt ... voices/v9.txt |
Transcript of each reference clip, which improves clone quality. |
cmudict.dict |
CMU Pronouncing Dictionary. Ghost mode looks up each word's phonemes here to find close-sounding real words. |
phoneme_lm.npz |
Phoneme unigram and bigram model fit from CMUdict, used by the Tongues-mode phoneme corruption. |
How it is used
- Tongues mode corrupts a sentence's phonemes (using
phoneme_lm.npz) at rising rates, has base F5-TTS read each version, and trains a LoRA plus a scalar dial to reproduce that slide from the clean sentence alone. - Ghost mode runs live: for each word it searches
cmudict.dictfor real words within a phonetic-feature distance, then reranks with a small language model into a plausible mishearing.
Sources and licensing
- Sentences: public-domain text (Project Gutenberg) plus LibriSpeech transcripts (CC-BY-4.0).
- Voices: reference clips from openly-licensed read speech (LibriVox public domain and LibriTTS-R, CC-BY-4.0).
- CMUdict: CMU Pronouncing Dictionary, BSD-2-Clause.
- Phoneme LM: derived from CMUdict.
Attribute LibriSpeech and LibriTTS-R per CC-BY-4.0. No scraped or cloud-sourced data; the set is rights-clean and the pipeline reproduces from it end to end.
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