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+{"text_src": "132/clean_text.txt", "librivox_src": "1320/lastofthemohicans_0809_librivox_64kb_mp3/lastofthemohicans_21_cooper_64kb.flac", "speaker_id": "1320", "quotations": [{"text": "\u201cWhen I found that the home path of the Hurons run north,", "start_byte": 508335, "end_byte": 508392, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 175.92499572753906, "cut_end_time": 178.87005822753906, "narration": {"text": " said Uncas, pointing north and south, at the evident marks of the broad trail on either side of him,", "cut_start_time": 300.1750122070313, "cut_end_time": 306.09007470703125, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/132.lastofthemohicans_21_cooper_64kb_0.flac"}, "context": "After proceeding a few miles, the progress of Hawkeye, who led the advance, became more deliberate and watchful. He often stopped to examine the trees; nor did he cross a rivulet without attentively considering the quantity, the velocity, and the color of its waters. Distrusting his own judgment, his appeals to the opinion of Chingachgook were frequent and earnest. During one of these conferences Heyward observed that Uncas stood a patient and silent, though, as he imagined, an interested listener. He was strongly tempted to address the young chief, and demand his opinion of their progress; but the calm and dignified demeanor of the native induced him to believe, that, like himself, the other was wholly dependent on the sagacity and intelligence of the seniors of the party. At last the scout spoke in English, and at once explained the embarrassment of their situation.\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cWhen I found that the home path of the Hurons run north,\u201d<|quote_end|> he said, \u201cit did not need the judgment of many long years to tell that they would follow the valleys, and keep atween the waters of the Hudson and the Horican, until they might strike the springs of the Canada streams, which would lead them into the heart of the country of the Frenchers. Yet here are we, within a short range of the Scaroons, and not a sign of a trail have we crossed! Human natur\u2019 is weak, and it is possible we may not have taken the proper scent.\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/132.lastofthemohicans_21_cooper_64kb_0.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cHeaven protect us from such an error!", "start_byte": 508864, "end_byte": 508902, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 206.34499633789062, "cut_end_time": 208.3801213378906, "narration": {"text": " said Uncas, pointing north and south, at the evident marks of the broad trail on either side of him,", "cut_start_time": 300.1750122070313, "cut_end_time": 306.09007470703125, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/132.lastofthemohicans_21_cooper_64kb_1.flac"}, "context": "\u201cit did not need the judgment of many long years to tell that they would follow the valleys, and keep atween the waters of the Hudson and the Horican, until they might strike the springs of the Canada streams, which would lead them into the heart of the country of the Frenchers. Yet here are we, within a short range of the Scaroons, and not a sign of a trail have we crossed! Human natur\u2019 is weak, and it is possible we may not have taken the proper scent.\u201d\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cHeaven protect us from such an error!\u201d<|quote_end|> exclaimed Duncan. \u201cLet us retrace our steps, and examine as we go, with keener eyes. Has Uncas no counsel to offer in such a strait?\u201d\n\nThe young Mohican cast a glance at his father, but, maintaining his quiet and reserved mien, he continued silent. Chingachgook had caught the look, and motioning with his hand, he bade him speak. The moment this permission was accorded, the countenance of Uncas changed from its grave composure to a gleam of intelligence and joy. Bounding forward like a deer, he sprang up the side of a little acclivity, a few rods in advance, and stood, exultingly, over a spot of fresh earth, that looked as though it had been recently upturned by the passage of some heavy animal. The eyes of the whole party followed the unexpected movement, and read their success in the air of triumph that the youth assumed.", "narrative_information_pred": {"exclaimed": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/132.lastofthemohicans_21_cooper_64kb_1.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cLet us retrace our steps, and examine as we go, with keener eyes. Has Uncas no counsel to offer in such a strait?\u201d", "start_byte": 508922, "end_byte": 509037, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 210.1250030517578, "cut_end_time": 217.62006555175782, "narration": {"text": " said Uncas, pointing north and south, at the evident marks of the broad trail on either side of him,", "cut_start_time": 300.1750122070313, "cut_end_time": 306.09007470703125, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/132.lastofthemohicans_21_cooper_64kb_2.flac"}, "context": "\u201cit did not need the judgment of many long years to tell that they would follow the valleys, and keep atween the waters of the Hudson and the Horican, until they might strike the springs of the Canada streams, which would lead them into the heart of the country of the Frenchers. Yet here are we, within a short range of the Scaroons, and not a sign of a trail have we crossed! Human natur\u2019 is weak, and it is possible we may not have taken the proper scent.\u201d\n\n\u201cHeaven protect us from such an error!\u201d exclaimed Duncan. <|quote_start|>\u201cLet us retrace our steps, and examine as we go, with keener eyes. Has Uncas no counsel to offer in such a strait?\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\nThe young Mohican cast a glance at his father, but, maintaining his quiet and reserved mien, he continued silent. Chingachgook had caught the look, and motioning with his hand, he bade him speak. The moment this permission was accorded, the countenance of Uncas changed from its grave composure to a gleam of intelligence and joy. Bounding forward like a deer, he sprang up the side of a little acclivity, a few rods in advance, and stood, exultingly, over a spot of fresh earth, that looked as though it had been recently upturned by the passage of some heavy animal. The eyes of the whole party followed the unexpected movement, and read their success in the air of triumph that the youth assumed.", "narrative_information_pred": {"exclaimed": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/132.lastofthemohicans_21_cooper_64kb_2.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cthe lad is quick of sight and keen of wit for his years.\u201d", "start_byte": 509802, "end_byte": 509860, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 266.4750122070313, "cut_end_time": 269.6600122070313, "narration": {"text": " said Uncas, pointing north and south, at the evident marks of the broad trail on either side of him,", "cut_start_time": 300.1750122070313, "cut_end_time": 306.09007470703125, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/132.lastofthemohicans_21_cooper_64kb_3.flac"}, "context": "The young Mohican cast a glance at his father, but, maintaining his quiet and reserved mien, he continued silent. Chingachgook had caught the look, and motioning with his hand, he bade him speak. The moment this permission was accorded, the countenance of Uncas changed from its grave composure to a gleam of intelligence and joy. Bounding forward like a deer, he sprang up the side of a little acclivity, a few rods in advance, and stood, exultingly, over a spot of fresh earth, that looked as though it had been recently upturned by the passage of some heavy animal. The eyes of the whole party followed the unexpected movement, and read their success in the air of triumph that the youth assumed.\n\n\u201c\u2019Tis the trail!\u201d exclaimed the scout, advancing to the spot; <|quote_start|>\u201cthe lad is quick of sight and keen of wit for his years.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\n\u201c\u2019Tis extraordinary that he should have withheld his knowledge so long,\u201d muttered Duncan, at his elbow.\n\n\u201cIt would have been more wonderful had he spoken without a bidding. No, no; your young white, who gathers his learning from books and can measure what he knows by the page, may conceit that his knowledge, like his legs, outruns that of his fathers\u2019, but, where experience is the master, the scholar is made to know the value of years, and respects them accordingly.\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {"exclaimed": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/132.lastofthemohicans_21_cooper_64kb_3.flac"}, {"text": "\u201c\u2019Tis extraordinary that he should have withheld his knowledge so long,", "start_byte": 509862, "end_byte": 509933, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 270.714990234375, "cut_end_time": 274.270115234375, "narration": {"text": " said Uncas, pointing north and south, at the evident marks of the broad trail on either side of him,", "cut_start_time": 300.1750122070313, "cut_end_time": 306.09007470703125, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/132.lastofthemohicans_21_cooper_64kb_4.flac"}, "context": "The young Mohican cast a glance at his father, but, maintaining his quiet and reserved mien, he continued silent. Chingachgook had caught the look, and motioning with his hand, he bade him speak. The moment this permission was accorded, the countenance of Uncas changed from its grave composure to a gleam of intelligence and joy. Bounding forward like a deer, he sprang up the side of a little acclivity, a few rods in advance, and stood, exultingly, over a spot of fresh earth, that looked as though it had been recently upturned by the passage of some heavy animal. The eyes of the whole party followed the unexpected movement, and read their success in the air of triumph that the youth assumed.\n\n\u201c\u2019Tis the trail!\u201d exclaimed the scout, advancing to the spot; \u201cthe lad is quick of sight and keen of wit for his years.\u201d\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201c\u2019Tis extraordinary that he should have withheld his knowledge so long,\u201d<|quote_end|> muttered Duncan, at his elbow.\n\n\u201cIt would have been more wonderful had he spoken without a bidding. No, no; your young white, who gathers his learning from books and can measure what he knows by the page, may conceit that his knowledge, like his legs, outruns that of his fathers\u2019, but, where experience is the master, the scholar is made to know the value of years, and respects them accordingly.\u201d\n\n\u201cSee!\u201d said Uncas, pointing north and south, at the evident marks of the broad trail on either side of him,", "narrative_information_pred": {"muttered": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/132.lastofthemohicans_21_cooper_64kb_4.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cthe dark-hair has gone toward the forest.\u201d", "start_byte": 510443, "end_byte": 510486, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 306.4750073242188, "cut_end_time": 309.07000732421875, "narration": {"text": " said Uncas, pointing north and south, at the evident marks of the broad trail on either side of him,", "cut_start_time": 300.1750122070313, "cut_end_time": 306.09007470703125, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/132.lastofthemohicans_21_cooper_64kb_5.flac"}, "context": "\u201cIt would have been more wonderful had he spoken without a bidding. No, no; your young white, who gathers his learning from books and can measure what he knows by the page, may conceit that his knowledge, like his legs, outruns that of his fathers\u2019, but, where experience is the master, the scholar is made to know the value of years, and respects them accordingly.\u201d\n\n\u201cSee!\u201d said Uncas, pointing north and south, at the evident marks of the broad trail on either side of him, <|quote_start|>\u201cthe dark-hair has gone toward the forest.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\n\u201cHound never ran on a more beautiful scent,\u201d responded the scout, dashing forward, at once, on the indicated route; \u201cwe are favored, greatly favored, and can follow with high noses. Ay, here are both your waddling beasts: this Huron travels like a white general. The fellow is stricken with a judgment, and is mad! Look sharp for wheels, Sagamore,\u201d he continued, looking back, and laughing in his newly awakened satisfaction; \u201cwe shall soon have the fool journeying in a coach, and that with three of the best pair of eyes on the borders in his rear.\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {"pointing": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 9}}, "audio_path": "wavs/132.lastofthemohicans_21_cooper_64kb_5.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cHound never ran on a more beautiful scent,", "start_byte": 510488, "end_byte": 510531, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 310.13499633789064, "cut_end_time": 312.51005883789065, "narration": {"text": " said Uncas, pointing north and south, at the evident marks of the broad trail on either side of him,", "cut_start_time": 300.1750122070313, "cut_end_time": 306.09007470703125, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/132.lastofthemohicans_21_cooper_64kb_6.flac"}, "context": "\u201cIt would have been more wonderful had he spoken without a bidding. No, no; your young white, who gathers his learning from books and can measure what he knows by the page, may conceit that his knowledge, like his legs, outruns that of his fathers\u2019, but, where experience is the master, the scholar is made to know the value of years, and respects them accordingly.\u201d\n\n\u201cSee!\u201d said Uncas, pointing north and south, at the evident marks of the broad trail on either side of him, \u201cthe dark-hair has gone toward the forest.\u201d\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cHound never ran on a more beautiful scent,\u201d<|quote_end|> responded the scout, dashing forward, at once, on the indicated route; \u201cwe are favored, greatly favored, and can follow with high noses. Ay, here are both your waddling beasts: this Huron travels like a white general. The fellow is stricken with a judgment, and is mad! Look sharp for wheels, Sagamore,\u201d he continued, looking back, and laughing in his newly awakened satisfaction; \u201cwe shall soon have the fool journeying in a coach, and that with three of the best pair of eyes on the borders in his rear.\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {"responded": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/132.lastofthemohicans_21_cooper_64kb_6.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cwe are favored, greatly favored, and can follow with high noses. Ay, here are both your waddling beasts: this Huron travels like a white general. The fellow is stricken with a judgment, and is mad! Look sharp for wheels, Sagamore,", "start_byte": 510604, "end_byte": 510835, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 317.2849951171875, "cut_end_time": 332.35012011718754, "narration": {"text": " he continued, looking back, and laughing in his newly awakened satisfaction;", "cut_start_time": 332.37500732421876, "cut_end_time": 336.77006982421875, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/132.lastofthemohicans_21_cooper_64kb_7.flac"}, "context": "\u201cIt would have been more wonderful had he spoken without a bidding. No, no; your young white, who gathers his learning from books and can measure what he knows by the page, may conceit that his knowledge, like his legs, outruns that of his fathers\u2019, but, where experience is the master, the scholar is made to know the value of years, and respects them accordingly.\u201d\n\n\u201cSee!\u201d said Uncas, pointing north and south, at the evident marks of the broad trail on either side of him, \u201cthe dark-hair has gone toward the forest.\u201d\n\n\u201cHound never ran on a more beautiful scent,\u201d responded the scout, dashing forward, at once, on the indicated route; <|quote_start|>\u201cwe are favored, greatly favored, and can follow with high noses. Ay, here are both your waddling beasts: this Huron travels like a white general. The fellow is stricken with a judgment, and is mad! Look sharp for wheels, Sagamore,\u201d<|quote_end|> he continued, looking back, and laughing in his newly awakened satisfaction; \u201cwe shall soon have the fool journeying in a coach, and that with three of the best pair of eyes on the borders in his rear.\u201d\n\nThe spirits of the scout, and the astonishing success of the chase, in which a circuitous distance of more than forty miles had been passed, did not fail to impart a portion of hope to the whole party. Their advance was rapid; and made with as much confidence as a traveler would proceed along a wide highway. If a rock, or a rivulet, or a bit of earth harder than common, severed the links of the clew they followed, the true eye of the scout recovered them at a distance, and seldom rendered the delay of a single moment necessary. Their progress was much facilitated by the certainty that Magua had found it necessary to journey through the valleys; a circumstance which rendered the general direction of the route sure. Nor had the Huron entirely neglected the arts uniformly practised by the natives when retiring in front of an enemy. False trails and sudden turnings were frequent, wherever a brook or the formation of the ground rendered them feasible; but his pursuers were rarely deceived, and never failed to detect their error, before they had lost either time or distance on the deceptive track.", "narrative_information_pred": {"continued": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/132.lastofthemohicans_21_cooper_64kb_7.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cwe shall soon have the fool journeying in a coach, and that with three of the best pair of eyes on the borders in his rear.\u201d", "start_byte": 510914, "end_byte": 511039, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 337.2550085449219, "cut_end_time": 343.9500710449219, "narration": {"text": " said Duncan, turning pale, and glancing his eyes around him, as if he feared the brush and leaves were about to give up some horrid secret.", "cut_start_time": 493.5249853515625, "cut_end_time": 501.15004785156253, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/132.lastofthemohicans_21_cooper_64kb_8.flac"}, "context": "\u201cthe dark-hair has gone toward the forest.\u201d\n\n\u201cHound never ran on a more beautiful scent,\u201d responded the scout, dashing forward, at once, on the indicated route; \u201cwe are favored, greatly favored, and can follow with high noses. Ay, here are both your waddling beasts: this Huron travels like a white general. The fellow is stricken with a judgment, and is mad! Look sharp for wheels, Sagamore,\u201d he continued, looking back, and laughing in his newly awakened satisfaction; <|quote_start|>\u201cwe shall soon have the fool journeying in a coach, and that with three of the best pair of eyes on the borders in his rear.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\nThe spirits of the scout, and the astonishing success of the chase, in which a circuitous distance of more than forty miles had been passed, did not fail to impart a portion of hope to the whole party. Their advance was rapid; and made with as much confidence as a traveler would proceed along a wide highway. If a rock, or a rivulet, or a bit of earth harder than common, severed the links of the clew they followed, the true eye of the scout recovered them at a distance, and seldom rendered the delay of a single moment necessary. Their progress was much facilitated by the certainty that Magua had found it necessary to journey through the valleys; a circumstance which rendered the general direction of the route sure. Nor had the Huron entirely neglected the arts uniformly practised by the natives when retiring in front of an enemy. False trails and sudden turnings were frequent, wherever a brook or the formation of the ground rendered them feasible; but his pursuers were rarely deceived, and never failed to detect their error, before they had lost either time or distance on the deceptive track.", "narrative_information_pred": {"continued": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/132.lastofthemohicans_21_cooper_64kb_8.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cWhat should this prove?", "start_byte": 513518, "end_byte": 513542, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 492.20499633789063, "cut_end_time": 493.2900588378906, "narration": {"text": " said Duncan, turning pale, and glancing his eyes around him, as if he feared the brush and leaves were about to give up some horrid secret.", "cut_start_time": 493.5249853515625, "cut_end_time": 501.15004785156253, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/132.lastofthemohicans_21_cooper_64kb_9.flac"}, "context": "It was easy to follow the tracks of the Narragansetts, but they seemed only to have wandered without guides, or any other object than the pursuit of food. At length Uncas, who, with his father, had endeavored to trace the route of the horses, came upon a sign of their presence that was quite recent. Before following the clew, he communicated his success to his companions; and while the latter were consulting on the circumstance, the youth reappeared, leading the two fillies, with their saddles broken, and the housings soiled, as though they had been permitted to run at will for several days.\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cWhat should this prove?\u201d<|quote_end|> said Duncan, turning pale, and glancing his eyes around him, as if he feared the brush and leaves were about to give up some horrid secret.\n\n\u201cThat our march is come to a quick end, and that we are in an enemy\u2019s country,\u201d returned the scout. \u201cHad the knave been pressed, and the gentle ones wanted horses to keep up with the party, he might have taken their scalps; but without an enemy at his heels, and with such rugged beasts as these, he would not hurt a hair of their heads. I know your thoughts, and shame be it to our color that you have reason for them; but he who thinks that even a Mingo would ill-treat a woman, unless it be to tomahawk her, knows nothing of Indian natur\u2019, or the laws of the woods. No, no; I have heard that the French Indians had come into these hills to hunt the moose, and we are getting within scent of their camp. Why should they not? The morning and evening guns of Ty may be heard any day among these mountains; for the Frenchers are running a new line atween the provinces of the king and the Canadas. It is true that the horses are here, but the Hurons are gone; let us, then, hunt for the path by which they parted.\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/132.lastofthemohicans_21_cooper_64kb_9.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cThat our march is come to a quick end, and that we are in an enemy\u2019s country,", "start_byte": 513685, "end_byte": 513763, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 502.45500000000004, "cut_end_time": 506.6400625, "narration": {"text": " said Duncan, turning pale, and glancing his eyes around him, as if he feared the brush and leaves were about to give up some horrid secret.", "cut_start_time": 493.5249853515625, "cut_end_time": 501.15004785156253, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/132.lastofthemohicans_21_cooper_64kb_10.flac"}, "context": "It was easy to follow the tracks of the Narragansetts, but they seemed only to have wandered without guides, or any other object than the pursuit of food. At length Uncas, who, with his father, had endeavored to trace the route of the horses, came upon a sign of their presence that was quite recent. Before following the clew, he communicated his success to his companions; and while the latter were consulting on the circumstance, the youth reappeared, leading the two fillies, with their saddles broken, and the housings soiled, as though they had been permitted to run at will for several days.\n\n\u201cWhat should this prove?\u201d said Duncan, turning pale, and glancing his eyes around him, as if he feared the brush and leaves were about to give up some horrid secret.\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cThat our march is come to a quick end, and that we are in an enemy\u2019s country,\u201d<|quote_end|> returned the scout. \u201cHad the knave been pressed, and the gentle ones wanted horses to keep up with the party, he might have taken their scalps; but without an enemy at his heels, and with such rugged beasts as these, he would not hurt a hair of their heads. I know your thoughts, and shame be it to our color that you have reason for them; but he who thinks that even a Mingo would ill-treat a woman, unless it be to tomahawk her, knows nothing of Indian natur\u2019, or the laws of the woods. No, no; I have heard that the French Indians had come into these hills to hunt the moose, and we are getting within scent of their camp. Why should they not? The morning and evening guns of Ty may be heard any day among these mountains; for the Frenchers are running a new line atween the provinces of the king and the Canadas. It is true that the horses are here, but the Hurons are gone; let us, then, hunt for the path by which they parted.\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {"returned": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/132.lastofthemohicans_21_cooper_64kb_10.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cSuch cunning is not without its deviltry,", "start_byte": 515279, "end_byte": 515321, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 597.4849731445313, "cut_end_time": 599.8900356445313, "narration": {"text": " said Duncan, turning pale, and glancing his eyes around him, as if he feared the brush and leaves were about to give up some horrid secret.", "cut_start_time": 493.5249853515625, "cut_end_time": 501.15004785156253, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/132.lastofthemohicans_21_cooper_64kb_11.flac"}, "context": "Hawkeye and the Mohicans now applied themselves to their task in good earnest. A circle of a few hundred feet in circumference was drawn, and each of the party took a segment for his portion. The examination, however, resulted in no discovery. The impressions of footsteps were numerous, but they all appeared like those of men who had wandered about the spot, without any design to quit it. Again the scout and his companions made the circuit of the halting place, each slowly following the other, until they assembled in the center once more, no wiser than when they started.\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cSuch cunning is not without its deviltry,\u201d<|quote_end|> exclaimed Hawkeye, when he met the disappointed looks of his assistants.\n\n\u201cWe must get down to it, Sagamore, beginning at the spring, and going over the ground by inches. The Huron shall never brag in his tribe that he has a foot which leaves no print.\u201d\n\nSetting the example himself, the scout engaged in the scrutiny with renewed zeal. Not a leaf was left unturned. The sticks were removed, and the stones lifted; for Indian cunning was known frequently to adopt these objects as covers, laboring with the utmost patience and industry, to conceal each footstep as they proceeded. Still no discovery was made. At length Uncas, whose activity had enabled him to achieve his portion of the task the soonest, raked the earth across the turbid little rill which ran from the spring, and diverted its course into another channel. So soon as its narrow bed below the dam was dry, he stooped over it with keen and curious eyes. A cry of exultation immediately announced the success of the young warrior. The whole party crowded to the spot where Uncas pointed out the impression of a moccasin in the moist alluvion.", "narrative_information_pred": {"exclaimed": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/132.lastofthemohicans_21_cooper_64kb_11.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cWe must get down to it, Sagamore, beginning at the spring, and going over the ground by inches. The Huron shall never brag in his tribe that he has a foot which leaves no print.\u201d", "start_byte": 515397, "end_byte": 515576, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 604.3449780273438, "cut_end_time": 614.3501030273437, "narration": {"text": " said Hawkeye, regarding the trail with as much admiration as a naturalist would expend on the tusk of a mammoth or the rib of a mastodon;", "cut_start_time": 673.2950073242188, "cut_end_time": 681.3000698242188, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/132.lastofthemohicans_21_cooper_64kb_12.flac"}, "context": "Hawkeye and the Mohicans now applied themselves to their task in good earnest. A circle of a few hundred feet in circumference was drawn, and each of the party took a segment for his portion. The examination, however, resulted in no discovery. The impressions of footsteps were numerous, but they all appeared like those of men who had wandered about the spot, without any design to quit it. Again the scout and his companions made the circuit of the halting place, each slowly following the other, until they assembled in the center once more, no wiser than when they started.\n\n\u201cSuch cunning is not without its deviltry,\u201d exclaimed Hawkeye, when he met the disappointed looks of his assistants.\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cWe must get down to it, Sagamore, beginning at the spring, and going over the ground by inches. The Huron shall never brag in his tribe that he has a foot which leaves no print.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\nSetting the example himself, the scout engaged in the scrutiny with renewed zeal. Not a leaf was left unturned. The sticks were removed, and the stones lifted; for Indian cunning was known frequently to adopt these objects as covers, laboring with the utmost patience and industry, to conceal each footstep as they proceeded. Still no discovery was made. At length Uncas, whose activity had enabled him to achieve his portion of the task the soonest, raked the earth across the turbid little rill which ran from the spring, and diverted its course into another channel. So soon as its narrow bed below the dam was dry, he stooped over it with keen and curious eyes. A cry of exultation immediately announced the success of the young warrior. The whole party crowded to the spot where Uncas pointed out the impression of a moccasin in the moist alluvion.", "narrative_information_pred": {}, "audio_path": "wavs/132.lastofthemohicans_21_cooper_64kb_12.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cThis lad will be an honor to his people,", "start_byte": 516433, "end_byte": 516474, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 671.1349975585938, "cut_end_time": 673.4201225585938, "narration": {"text": " said Hawkeye, regarding the trail with as much admiration as a naturalist would expend on the tusk of a mammoth or the rib of a mastodon;", "cut_start_time": 673.2950073242188, "cut_end_time": 681.3000698242188, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/132.lastofthemohicans_21_cooper_64kb_13.flac"}, "context": "Setting the example himself, the scout engaged in the scrutiny with renewed zeal. Not a leaf was left unturned. The sticks were removed, and the stones lifted; for Indian cunning was known frequently to adopt these objects as covers, laboring with the utmost patience and industry, to conceal each footstep as they proceeded. Still no discovery was made. At length Uncas, whose activity had enabled him to achieve his portion of the task the soonest, raked the earth across the turbid little rill which ran from the spring, and diverted its course into another channel. So soon as its narrow bed below the dam was dry, he stooped over it with keen and curious eyes. A cry of exultation immediately announced the success of the young warrior. The whole party crowded to the spot where Uncas pointed out the impression of a moccasin in the moist alluvion.\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cThis lad will be an honor to his people,\u201d<|quote_end|> said Hawkeye, regarding the trail with as much admiration as a naturalist would expend on the tusk of a mammoth or the rib of a mastodon; \u201cay, and a thorn in the sides of the Hurons. Yet that is not the footstep of an Indian! the weight is too much on the heel, and the toes are squared, as though one of the French dancers had been in, pigeon-winging his tribe! Run back, Uncas, and bring me the size of the singer\u2019s foot. You will find a beautiful print of it just opposite yon rock, agin the hillside.\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/132.lastofthemohicans_21_cooper_64kb_13.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cI can now read the whole of it, as plainly as if I had seen the arts of Le Subtil,", "start_byte": 517273, "end_byte": 517356, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 721.1749755859375, "cut_end_time": 725.7600380859375, "narration": {"text": " said Hawkeye, regarding the trail with as much admiration as a naturalist would expend on the tusk of a mammoth or the rib of a mastodon;", "cut_start_time": 673.2950073242188, "cut_end_time": 681.3000698242188, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/132.lastofthemohicans_21_cooper_64kb_14.flac"}, "context": "\u201cay, and a thorn in the sides of the Hurons. Yet that is not the footstep of an Indian! the weight is too much on the heel, and the toes are squared, as though one of the French dancers had been in, pigeon-winging his tribe! Run back, Uncas, and bring me the size of the singer\u2019s foot. You will find a beautiful print of it just opposite yon rock, agin the hillside.\u201d\n\nWhile the youth was engaged in this commission, the scout and Chingachgook were attentively considering the impressions. The measurements agreed, and the former unhesitatingly pronounced that the footstep was that of David, who had once more been made to exchange his shoes for moccasins.\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cI can now read the whole of it, as plainly as if I had seen the arts of Le Subtil,\u201d<|quote_end|> he added; \u201cthe singer being a man whose gifts lay chiefly in his throat and feet, was made to go first, and the others have trod in his steps, imitating their formation.\u201d\n\n\u201cBut,\u201d cried Duncan, \u201cI see no signs of \u2014 \u201d\n\n\u201cThe gentle ones,\u201d interrupted the scout; \u201cthe varlet has found a way to carry them, until he supposed he had thrown any followers off the scent. My life on it, we see their pretty little feet again, before many rods go by.\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {"added": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/132.lastofthemohicans_21_cooper_64kb_14.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cthe singer being a man whose gifts lay chiefly in his throat and feet, was made to go first, and the others have trod in his steps, imitating their formation.\u201d", "start_byte": 517368, "end_byte": 517528, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 727.3549951171875, "cut_end_time": 736.5201201171875, "narration": {"text": " said Hawkeye, regarding the trail with as much admiration as a naturalist would expend on the tusk of a mammoth or the rib of a mastodon;", "cut_start_time": 673.2950073242188, "cut_end_time": 681.3000698242188, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/132.lastofthemohicans_21_cooper_64kb_15.flac"}, "context": "\u201cay, and a thorn in the sides of the Hurons. Yet that is not the footstep of an Indian! the weight is too much on the heel, and the toes are squared, as though one of the French dancers had been in, pigeon-winging his tribe! Run back, Uncas, and bring me the size of the singer\u2019s foot. You will find a beautiful print of it just opposite yon rock, agin the hillside.\u201d\n\nWhile the youth was engaged in this commission, the scout and Chingachgook were attentively considering the impressions. The measurements agreed, and the former unhesitatingly pronounced that the footstep was that of David, who had once more been made to exchange his shoes for moccasins.\n\n\u201cI can now read the whole of it, as plainly as if I had seen the arts of Le Subtil,\u201d he added; <|quote_start|>\u201cthe singer being a man whose gifts lay chiefly in his throat and feet, was made to go first, and the others have trod in his steps, imitating their formation.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\n\u201cBut,\u201d cried Duncan, \u201cI see no signs of \u2014 \u201d\n\n\u201cThe gentle ones,\u201d interrupted the scout; \u201cthe varlet has found a way to carry them, until he supposed he had thrown any followers off the scent. My life on it, we see their pretty little feet again, before many rods go by.\u201d\n\nThe whole party now proceeded, following the course of the rill, keeping anxious eyes on the regular impressions. The water soon flowed into its bed again, but watching the ground on either side, the foresters pursued their way content with knowing that the trail lay beneath. More than half a mile was passed, before the rill rippled close around the base of an extensive and dry rock. Here they paused to make sure that the Hurons had not quitted the water.", "narrative_information_pred": {"added": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/132.lastofthemohicans_21_cooper_64kb_15.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cthe varlet has found a way to carry them, until he supposed he had thrown any followers off the scent. My life on it, we see their pretty little feet again, before many rods go by.\u201d", "start_byte": 517617, "end_byte": 517799, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 743.2549780273438, "cut_end_time": 753.9501030273437, "narration": {"text": " said Hawkeye, regarding the trail with as much admiration as a naturalist would expend on the tusk of a mammoth or the rib of a mastodon;", "cut_start_time": 673.2950073242188, "cut_end_time": 681.3000698242188, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/132.lastofthemohicans_21_cooper_64kb_16.flac"}, "context": "While the youth was engaged in this commission, the scout and Chingachgook were attentively considering the impressions. The measurements agreed, and the former unhesitatingly pronounced that the footstep was that of David, who had once more been made to exchange his shoes for moccasins.\n\n\u201cI can now read the whole of it, as plainly as if I had seen the arts of Le Subtil,\u201d he added; \u201cthe singer being a man whose gifts lay chiefly in his throat and feet, was made to go first, and the others have trod in his steps, imitating their formation.\u201d\n\n\u201cBut,\u201d cried Duncan, \u201cI see no signs of \u2014 \u201d\n\n\u201cThe gentle ones,\u201d interrupted the scout; <|quote_start|>\u201cthe varlet has found a way to carry them, until he supposed he had thrown any followers off the scent. My life on it, we see their pretty little feet again, before many rods go by.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\nThe whole party now proceeded, following the course of the rill, keeping anxious eyes on the regular impressions. The water soon flowed into its bed again, but watching the ground on either side, the foresters pursued their way content with knowing that the trail lay beneath. More than half a mile was passed, before the rill rippled close around the base of an extensive and dry rock. Here they paused to make sure that the Hurons had not quitted the water.\n\nIt was fortunate they did so. For the quick and active Uncas soon found the impression of a foot on a bunch of moss, where it would seem an Indian had inadvertently trodden. Pursuing the direction given by this discovery, he entered the neighboring thicket, and struck the trail, as fresh and obvious as it had been before they reached the spring. Another shout announced the good fortune of the youth to his companions, and at once terminated the search.", "narrative_information_pred": {"interrupted": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/132.lastofthemohicans_21_cooper_64kb_16.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cAy, it has been planned with Indian judgment,", "start_byte": 518719, "end_byte": 518765, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 811.8450219726562, "cut_end_time": 814.2600219726563, "narration": {"text": " said Hawkeye, regarding the trail with as much admiration as a naturalist would expend on the tusk of a mammoth or the rib of a mastodon;", "cut_start_time": 673.2950073242188, "cut_end_time": 681.3000698242188, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/132.lastofthemohicans_21_cooper_64kb_17.flac"}, "context": "The whole party now proceeded, following the course of the rill, keeping anxious eyes on the regular impressions. The water soon flowed into its bed again, but watching the ground on either side, the foresters pursued their way content with knowing that the trail lay beneath. More than half a mile was passed, before the rill rippled close around the base of an extensive and dry rock. Here they paused to make sure that the Hurons had not quitted the water.\n\nIt was fortunate they did so. For the quick and active Uncas soon found the impression of a foot on a bunch of moss, where it would seem an Indian had inadvertently trodden. Pursuing the direction given by this discovery, he entered the neighboring thicket, and struck the trail, as fresh and obvious as it had been before they reached the spring. Another shout announced the good fortune of the youth to his companions, and at once terminated the search.\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cAy, it has been planned with Indian judgment,\u201d<|quote_end|> said the scout, when the party was assembled around the place, \u201cand would have blinded white eyes.\u201d\n\n\u201cShall we proceed?\u201d demanded Heyward.\n\n\u201cSoftly, softly, we know our path; but it is good to examine the formation of things. This is my schooling, major; and if one neglects the book, there is little chance of learning from the open land of Providence. All is plain but one thing, which is the manner that the knave contrived to get the gentle ones along the blind trail. Even a Huron would be too proud to let their tender feet touch the water.\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/132.lastofthemohicans_21_cooper_64kb_17.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cand would have blinded white eyes.\u201d", "start_byte": 518830, "end_byte": 518866, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 817.3149951171876, "cut_end_time": 819.2100576171875, "narration": {"text": " said Hawkeye, regarding the trail with as much admiration as a naturalist would expend on the tusk of a mammoth or the rib of a mastodon;", "cut_start_time": 673.2950073242188, "cut_end_time": 681.3000698242188, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/132.lastofthemohicans_21_cooper_64kb_18.flac"}, "context": "It was fortunate they did so. For the quick and active Uncas soon found the impression of a foot on a bunch of moss, where it would seem an Indian had inadvertently trodden. Pursuing the direction given by this discovery, he entered the neighboring thicket, and struck the trail, as fresh and obvious as it had been before they reached the spring. Another shout announced the good fortune of the youth to his companions, and at once terminated the search.\n\n\u201cAy, it has been planned with Indian judgment,\u201d said the scout, when the party was assembled around the place, <|quote_start|>\u201cand would have blinded white eyes.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\n\u201cShall we proceed?\u201d demanded Heyward.\n\n\u201cSoftly, softly, we know our path; but it is good to examine the formation of things. This is my schooling, major; and if one neglects the book, there is little chance of learning from the open land of Providence. All is plain but one thing, which is the manner that the knave contrived to get the gentle ones along the blind trail. Even a Huron would be too proud to let their tender feet touch the water.\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/132.lastofthemohicans_21_cooper_64kb_18.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cShall we proceed?", "start_byte": 518868, "end_byte": 518886, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 820.3049829101562, "cut_end_time": 821.3301079101562, "narration": {"text": " said Hawkeye, regarding the trail with as much admiration as a naturalist would expend on the tusk of a mammoth or the rib of a mastodon;", "cut_start_time": 673.2950073242188, "cut_end_time": 681.3000698242188, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/132.lastofthemohicans_21_cooper_64kb_19.flac"}, "context": "It was fortunate they did so. For the quick and active Uncas soon found the impression of a foot on a bunch of moss, where it would seem an Indian had inadvertently trodden. Pursuing the direction given by this discovery, he entered the neighboring thicket, and struck the trail, as fresh and obvious as it had been before they reached the spring. Another shout announced the good fortune of the youth to his companions, and at once terminated the search.\n\n\u201cAy, it has been planned with Indian judgment,\u201d said the scout, when the party was assembled around the place, \u201cand would have blinded white eyes.\u201d\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cShall we proceed?\u201d<|quote_end|> demanded Heyward.\n\n\u201cSoftly, softly, we know our path; but it is good to examine the formation of things. This is my schooling, major; and if one neglects the book, there is little chance of learning from the open land of Providence. All is plain but one thing, which is the manner that the knave contrived to get the gentle ones along the blind trail. Even a Huron would be too proud to let their tender feet touch the water.\u201d\n\n\u201cWill this assist in explaining the difficulty", "narrative_information_pred": {"demanded": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/132.lastofthemohicans_21_cooper_64kb_19.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cWill this assist in explaining the difficulty?", "start_byte": 519316, "end_byte": 519363, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 848.87498046875, "cut_end_time": 851.37010546875, "narration": {"text": " said Hawkeye, regarding the trail with as much admiration as a naturalist would expend on the tusk of a mammoth or the rib of a mastodon;", "cut_start_time": 673.2950073242188, "cut_end_time": 681.3000698242188, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/132.lastofthemohicans_21_cooper_64kb_20.flac"}, "context": "\u201cShall we proceed?\u201d demanded Heyward.\n\n\u201cSoftly, softly, we know our path; but it is good to examine the formation of things. This is my schooling, major; and if one neglects the book, there is little chance of learning from the open land of Providence. All is plain but one thing, which is the manner that the knave contrived to get the gentle ones along the blind trail. Even a Huron would be too proud to let their tender feet touch the water.\u201d\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cWill this assist in explaining the difficulty?\u201d<|quote_end|> said Heyward, pointing toward the fragments of a sort of handbarrow, that had been rudely constructed of boughs, and bound together with withes, and which now seemed carelessly cast aside as useless.\n\n\u201c\u2019Tis explained!\u201d cried the delighted Hawkeye. \u201cIf them varlets have passed a minute, they have spent hours in striving to fabricate a lying end to their trail! Well, I\u2019ve known them to waste a day in the same manner to as little purpose. Here we have three pair of moccasins, and two of little feet. It is amazing that any mortal beings can journey on limbs so small! Pass me the thong of buckskin, Uncas, and let me take the length of this foot. By the Lord, it is no longer than a child\u2019s and yet the maidens are tall and comely. That Providence is partial in its gifts, for its own wise reasons, the best and most contented of us must allow.\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/132.lastofthemohicans_21_cooper_64kb_20.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cThe tender limbs of my daughters are unequal to these hardships,", "start_byte": 520214, "end_byte": 520279, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 904.95498046875, "cut_end_time": 908.34010546875, "narration": {"text": " said Hawkeye, regarding the trail with as much admiration as a naturalist would expend on the tusk of a mammoth or the rib of a mastodon;", "cut_start_time": 673.2950073242188, "cut_end_time": 681.3000698242188, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/132.lastofthemohicans_21_cooper_64kb_21.flac"}, "context": "\u201cIf them varlets have passed a minute, they have spent hours in striving to fabricate a lying end to their trail! Well, I\u2019ve known them to waste a day in the same manner to as little purpose. Here we have three pair of moccasins, and two of little feet. It is amazing that any mortal beings can journey on limbs so small! Pass me the thong of buckskin, Uncas, and let me take the length of this foot. By the Lord, it is no longer than a child\u2019s and yet the maidens are tall and comely. That Providence is partial in its gifts, for its own wise reasons, the best and most contented of us must allow.\u201d\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cThe tender limbs of my daughters are unequal to these hardships,\u201d<|quote_end|> said Munro, looking at the light footsteps of his children, with a parent\u2019s love; \u201cwe shall find their fainting forms in this desert.\u201d\n\n\u201cOf that there is little cause of fear,\u201d returned the scout, slowly shaking his head; \u201cthis is a firm and straight, though a light step, and not over long. See, the heel has hardly touched the ground; and there the dark-hair has made a little jump, from root to root. No, no; my knowledge for it, neither of them was nigh fainting, hereaway. Now, the singer was beginning to be footsore and leg-weary, as is plain by his trail. There, you see, he slipped; here he has traveled wide and tottered; and there again it looks as though he journeyed on snowshoes. Ay, ay, a man who uses his throat altogether, can hardly give his legs a proper training.\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/132.lastofthemohicans_21_cooper_64kb_21.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cwe shall find their fainting forms in this desert.\u201d", "start_byte": 520363, "end_byte": 520415, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 913.054970703125, "cut_end_time": 915.6700957031251, "narration": {"text": "Duncan was still curiously observing the person of his neighbor when the scout stole silently and cautiously to his side.", "cut_start_time": 1286.62494140625, "cut_end_time": 1293.70000390625, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/132.lastofthemohicans_21_cooper_64kb_22.flac"}, "context": "\u201cIf them varlets have passed a minute, they have spent hours in striving to fabricate a lying end to their trail! Well, I\u2019ve known them to waste a day in the same manner to as little purpose. Here we have three pair of moccasins, and two of little feet. It is amazing that any mortal beings can journey on limbs so small! Pass me the thong of buckskin, Uncas, and let me take the length of this foot. By the Lord, it is no longer than a child\u2019s and yet the maidens are tall and comely. That Providence is partial in its gifts, for its own wise reasons, the best and most contented of us must allow.\u201d\n\n\u201cThe tender limbs of my daughters are unequal to these hardships,\u201d said Munro, looking at the light footsteps of his children, with a parent\u2019s love; <|quote_start|>\u201cwe shall find their fainting forms in this desert.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\n\u201cOf that there is little cause of fear,\u201d returned the scout, slowly shaking his head; \u201cthis is a firm and straight, though a light step, and not over long. See, the heel has hardly touched the ground; and there the dark-hair has made a little jump, from root to root. No, no; my knowledge for it, neither of them was nigh fainting, hereaway. Now, the singer was beginning to be footsore and leg-weary, as is plain by his trail. There, you see, he slipped; here he has traveled wide and tottered; and there again it looks as though he journeyed on snowshoes. Ay, ay, a man who uses his throat altogether, can hardly give his legs a proper training.\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {"with": {"id": "1", "type": "preposition", "confidence": 7}, "a": {"id": "1", "type": "article", "confidence": 7}, "parent\u2019s": {"id": "1", "type": "noun", "confidence": 8}, "love": {"id": "1", "type": "noun", "confidence": 8}}, "audio_path": "wavs/132.lastofthemohicans_21_cooper_64kb_22.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cOf that there is little cause of fear,", "start_byte": 520417, "end_byte": 520456, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 917.1850146484376, "cut_end_time": 919.1600771484375, "narration": {"text": "Duncan was still curiously observing the person of his neighbor when the scout stole silently and cautiously to his side.", "cut_start_time": 1286.62494140625, "cut_end_time": 1293.70000390625, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/132.lastofthemohicans_21_cooper_64kb_23.flac"}, "context": "\u201cIf them varlets have passed a minute, they have spent hours in striving to fabricate a lying end to their trail! Well, I\u2019ve known them to waste a day in the same manner to as little purpose. Here we have three pair of moccasins, and two of little feet. It is amazing that any mortal beings can journey on limbs so small! Pass me the thong of buckskin, Uncas, and let me take the length of this foot. By the Lord, it is no longer than a child\u2019s and yet the maidens are tall and comely. That Providence is partial in its gifts, for its own wise reasons, the best and most contented of us must allow.\u201d\n\n\u201cThe tender limbs of my daughters are unequal to these hardships,\u201d said Munro, looking at the light footsteps of his children, with a parent\u2019s love; \u201cwe shall find their fainting forms in this desert.\u201d\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cOf that there is little cause of fear,\u201d<|quote_end|> returned the scout, slowly shaking his head; \u201cthis is a firm and straight, though a light step, and not over long. See, the heel has hardly touched the ground; and there the dark-hair has made a little jump, from root to root. No, no; my knowledge for it, neither of them was nigh fainting, hereaway. Now, the singer was beginning to be footsore and leg-weary, as is plain by his trail. There, you see, he slipped; here he has traveled wide and tottered; and there again it looks as though he journeyed on snowshoes. Ay, ay, a man who uses his throat altogether, can hardly give his legs a proper training.\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {"returned": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}, "slowly": {"id": "1", "type": "adverb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/132.lastofthemohicans_21_cooper_64kb_23.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cI scent the Hurons,", "start_byte": 522184, "end_byte": 522204, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 1028.9350390625, "cut_end_time": 1030.2301015624998, "narration": {"text": "Duncan was still curiously observing the person of his neighbor when the scout stole silently and cautiously to his side.", "cut_start_time": 1286.62494140625, "cut_end_time": 1293.70000390625, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/132.lastofthemohicans_21_cooper_64kb_24.flac"}, "context": "When the meal was ended, the scout cast a glance upward at the setting sun, and pushed forward with a rapidity which compelled Heyward and the still vigorous Munro to exert all their muscles to equal. Their route now lay along the bottom which has already been mentioned. As the Hurons had made no further efforts to conceal their footsteps, the progress of the pursuers was no longer delayed by uncertainty. Before an hour had elapsed, however, the speed of Hawkeye sensibly abated, and his head, instead of maintaining its former direct and forward look, began to turn suspiciously from side to side, as if he were conscious of approaching danger. He soon stopped again, and waited for the whole party to come up.\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cI scent the Hurons,\u201d<|quote_end|> he said, speaking to the Mohicans; \u201cyonder is open sky, through the treetops, and we are getting too nigh their encampment. Sagamore, you will take the hillside, to the right; Uncas will bend along the brook to the left, while I will try the trail. If anything should happen, the call will be three croaks of a crow. I saw one of the birds fanning himself in the air, just beyond the dead oak \u2014 another sign that we are approaching an encampment.\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/132.lastofthemohicans_21_cooper_64kb_24.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cYou see we have reached their settlement or encampment,", "start_byte": 526384, "end_byte": 526440, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 1294.94498046875, "cut_end_time": 1297.72004296875, "narration": {"text": "Heyward had already permitted his companion to bury part of his person in the thicket, when, stretching forth his arm, he arrested him, in order to ask:", "cut_start_time": 1390.6149560546874, "cut_end_time": 1398.5100810546874, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/132.lastofthemohicans_21_cooper_64kb_25.flac"}, "context": "An instant of calm observation served to assure Duncan that he was undiscovered. The native, like himself, seemed occupied in considering the low dwellings of the village, and the stolen movements of its inhabitants. It was impossible to discover the expression of his features through the grotesque mask of paint under which they were concealed, though Duncan fancied it was rather melancholy than savage. His head was shaved, as usual, with the exception of the crown, from whose tuft three or four faded feathers from a hawk\u2019s wing were loosely dangling. A ragged calico mantle half encircled his body, while his nether garment was composed of an ordinary shirt, the sleeves of which were made to perform the office that is usually executed by a much more commodious arrangement. His legs were, however, covered with a pair of good deer-skin moccasins. Altogether, the appearance of the individual was forlorn and miserable.\n\nDuncan was still curiously observing the person of his neighbor when the scout stole silently and cautiously to his side.\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cYou see we have reached their settlement or encampment,\u201d<|quote_end|> whispered the young man; \u201cand here is one of the savages himself, in a very embarrassing position for our further movements.\u201d\n\nHawkeye started, and dropped his rifle, when, directed by the finger of his companion, the stranger came under his view. Then lowering the dangerous muzzle he stretched forward his long neck, as if to assist a scrutiny that was already intensely keen.\n\n\u201cThe imp is not a Huron,\u201d he said, \u201cnor of any of the Canada tribes; and yet you see, by his clothes, the knave has been plundering a white. Ay, Montcalm has raked the woods for his inroad, and a whooping, murdering set of varlets has he gathered together. Can you see where he has put his rifle or his bow?\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {"whispered": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/132.lastofthemohicans_21_cooper_64kb_25.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cand here is one of the savages himself, in a very embarrassing position for our further movements.\u201d", "start_byte": 526467, "end_byte": 526567, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 1299.3550390624998, "cut_end_time": 1304.5800390625, "narration": {"text": "Heyward had already permitted his companion to bury part of his person in the thicket, when, stretching forth his arm, he arrested him, in order to ask:", "cut_start_time": 1390.6149560546874, "cut_end_time": 1398.5100810546874, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/132.lastofthemohicans_21_cooper_64kb_26.flac"}, "context": "An instant of calm observation served to assure Duncan that he was undiscovered. The native, like himself, seemed occupied in considering the low dwellings of the village, and the stolen movements of its inhabitants. It was impossible to discover the expression of his features through the grotesque mask of paint under which they were concealed, though Duncan fancied it was rather melancholy than savage. His head was shaved, as usual, with the exception of the crown, from whose tuft three or four faded feathers from a hawk\u2019s wing were loosely dangling. A ragged calico mantle half encircled his body, while his nether garment was composed of an ordinary shirt, the sleeves of which were made to perform the office that is usually executed by a much more commodious arrangement. His legs were, however, covered with a pair of good deer-skin moccasins. Altogether, the appearance of the individual was forlorn and miserable.\n\nDuncan was still curiously observing the person of his neighbor when the scout stole silently and cautiously to his side.\n\n\u201cYou see we have reached their settlement or encampment,\u201d whispered the young man; <|quote_start|>\u201cand here is one of the savages himself, in a very embarrassing position for our further movements.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\nHawkeye started, and dropped his rifle, when, directed by the finger of his companion, the stranger came under his view. Then lowering the dangerous muzzle he stretched forward his long neck, as if to assist a scrutiny that was already intensely keen.\n\n\u201cThe imp is not a Huron,\u201d he said, \u201cnor of any of the Canada tribes; and yet you see, by his clothes, the knave has been plundering a white. Ay, Montcalm has raked the woods for his inroad, and a whooping, murdering set of varlets has he gathered together. Can you see where he has put his rifle or his bow?\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {"whispered": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/132.lastofthemohicans_21_cooper_64kb_26.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cThe imp is not a Huron,", "start_byte": 526822, "end_byte": 526846, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 1321.9449414062499, "cut_end_time": 1323.4200039062498, "narration": {"text": "Heyward had already permitted his companion to bury part of his person in the thicket, when, stretching forth his arm, he arrested him, in order to ask:", "cut_start_time": 1390.6149560546874, "cut_end_time": 1398.5100810546874, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/132.lastofthemohicans_21_cooper_64kb_27.flac"}, "context": "Duncan was still curiously observing the person of his neighbor when the scout stole silently and cautiously to his side.\n\n\u201cYou see we have reached their settlement or encampment,\u201d whispered the young man; \u201cand here is one of the savages himself, in a very embarrassing position for our further movements.\u201d\n\nHawkeye started, and dropped his rifle, when, directed by the finger of his companion, the stranger came under his view. Then lowering the dangerous muzzle he stretched forward his long neck, as if to assist a scrutiny that was already intensely keen.\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cThe imp is not a Huron,\u201d<|quote_end|> he said, \u201cnor of any of the Canada tribes; and yet you see, by his clothes, the knave has been plundering a white. Ay, Montcalm has raked the woods for his inroad, and a whooping, murdering set of varlets has he gathered together. Can you see where he has put his rifle or his bow?\u201d\n\n\u201cHe appears to have no arms; nor does he seem to be viciously inclined. Unless he communicate the alarm to his fellows, who, as you see, are dodging about the water, we have but little to fear from him.\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/132.lastofthemohicans_21_cooper_64kb_27.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cnor of any of the Canada tribes; and yet you see, by his clothes, the knave has been plundering a white. Ay, Montcalm has raked the woods for his inroad, and a whooping, murdering set of varlets has he gathered together. Can you see where he has put his rifle or his bow?\u201d", "start_byte": 526857, "end_byte": 527130, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 1324.4550341796873, "cut_end_time": 1340.4700341796874, "narration": {"text": "Heyward had already permitted his companion to bury part of his person in the thicket, when, stretching forth his arm, he arrested him, in order to ask:", "cut_start_time": 1390.6149560546874, "cut_end_time": 1398.5100810546874, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/132.lastofthemohicans_21_cooper_64kb_28.flac"}, "context": "\u201cYou see we have reached their settlement or encampment,\u201d whispered the young man; \u201cand here is one of the savages himself, in a very embarrassing position for our further movements.\u201d\n\nHawkeye started, and dropped his rifle, when, directed by the finger of his companion, the stranger came under his view. Then lowering the dangerous muzzle he stretched forward his long neck, as if to assist a scrutiny that was already intensely keen.\n\n\u201cThe imp is not a Huron,\u201d he said, <|quote_start|>\u201cnor of any of the Canada tribes; and yet you see, by his clothes, the knave has been plundering a white. Ay, Montcalm has raked the woods for his inroad, and a whooping, murdering set of varlets has he gathered together. Can you see where he has put his rifle or his bow?\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\n\u201cHe appears to have no arms; nor does he seem to be viciously inclined. Unless he communicate the alarm to his fellows, who, as you see, are dodging about the water, we have but little to fear from him.\u201d\n\nThe scout turned to Heyward, and regarded him a moment with unconcealed amazement. Then opening wide his mouth, he indulged in unrestrained and heartfelt laughter, though in that silent and peculiar manner which danger had so long taught him to practise.", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/132.lastofthemohicans_21_cooper_64kb_28.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cHe appears to have no arms; nor does he seem to be viciously inclined. Unless he communicate the alarm to his fellows, who, as you see, are dodging about the water, we have but little to fear from him.\u201d", "start_byte": 527132, "end_byte": 527335, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 1341.5349609374998, "cut_end_time": 1352.7400859375, "narration": {"text": "Heyward had already permitted his companion to bury part of his person in the thicket, when, stretching forth his arm, he arrested him, in order to ask:", "cut_start_time": 1390.6149560546874, "cut_end_time": 1398.5100810546874, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/132.lastofthemohicans_21_cooper_64kb_29.flac"}, "context": "Hawkeye started, and dropped his rifle, when, directed by the finger of his companion, the stranger came under his view. Then lowering the dangerous muzzle he stretched forward his long neck, as if to assist a scrutiny that was already intensely keen.\n\n\u201cThe imp is not a Huron,\u201d he said, \u201cnor of any of the Canada tribes; and yet you see, by his clothes, the knave has been plundering a white. Ay, Montcalm has raked the woods for his inroad, and a whooping, murdering set of varlets has he gathered together. Can you see where he has put his rifle or his bow?\u201d\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cHe appears to have no arms; nor does he seem to be viciously inclined. Unless he communicate the alarm to his fellows, who, as you see, are dodging about the water, we have but little to fear from him.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\nThe scout turned to Heyward, and regarded him a moment with unconcealed amazement. Then opening wide his mouth, he indulged in unrestrained and heartfelt laughter, though in that silent and peculiar manner which danger had so long taught him to practise.\n\nRepeating the words, \u201cFellows who are dodging about the water!\u201d he added, \u201cso much for schooling and passing a boyhood in the settlements! The knave has long legs, though, and shall not be trusted. Do you keep him under your rifle while I creep in behind, through the bush, and take him alive. Fire on no account.\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {}, "audio_path": "wavs/132.lastofthemohicans_21_cooper_64kb_29.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cFellows who are dodging about the water!", "start_byte": 527614, "end_byte": 527655, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 1371.3450390624998, "cut_end_time": 1373.3900390625, "narration": {"text": "Heyward had already permitted his companion to bury part of his person in the thicket, when, stretching forth his arm, he arrested him, in order to ask:", "cut_start_time": 1390.6149560546874, "cut_end_time": 1398.5100810546874, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/132.lastofthemohicans_21_cooper_64kb_30.flac"}, "context": "\u201cHe appears to have no arms; nor does he seem to be viciously inclined. Unless he communicate the alarm to his fellows, who, as you see, are dodging about the water, we have but little to fear from him.\u201d\n\nThe scout turned to Heyward, and regarded him a moment with unconcealed amazement. Then opening wide his mouth, he indulged in unrestrained and heartfelt laughter, though in that silent and peculiar manner which danger had so long taught him to practise.\n\nRepeating the words, <|quote_start|>\u201cFellows who are dodging about the water!\u201d<|quote_end|> he added, \u201cso much for schooling and passing a boyhood in the settlements! The knave has long legs, though, and shall not be trusted. Do you keep him under your rifle while I creep in behind, through the bush, and take him alive. Fire on no account.\u201d\n\nHeyward had already permitted his companion to bury part of his person in the thicket, when, stretching forth his arm, he arrested him, in order to ask:\n\n\u201cIf I see you in danger, may I not risk a shot?\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {"added": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/132.lastofthemohicans_21_cooper_64kb_30.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cso much for schooling and passing a boyhood in the settlements! The knave has long legs, though, and shall not be trusted. Do you keep him under your rifle while I creep in behind, through the bush, and take him alive. Fire on no account.\u201d", "start_byte": 527667, "end_byte": 527907, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 1374.374990234375, "cut_end_time": 1389.100052734375, "narration": {"text": "Heyward had already permitted his companion to bury part of his person in the thicket, when, stretching forth his arm, he arrested him, in order to ask:", "cut_start_time": 1390.6149560546874, "cut_end_time": 1398.5100810546874, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/132.lastofthemohicans_21_cooper_64kb_31.flac"}, "context": "\u201cHe appears to have no arms; nor does he seem to be viciously inclined. Unless he communicate the alarm to his fellows, who, as you see, are dodging about the water, we have but little to fear from him.\u201d\n\nThe scout turned to Heyward, and regarded him a moment with unconcealed amazement. Then opening wide his mouth, he indulged in unrestrained and heartfelt laughter, though in that silent and peculiar manner which danger had so long taught him to practise.\n\nRepeating the words, \u201cFellows who are dodging about the water!\u201d he added, <|quote_start|>\u201cso much for schooling and passing a boyhood in the settlements! The knave has long legs, though, and shall not be trusted. Do you keep him under your rifle while I creep in behind, through the bush, and take him alive. Fire on no account.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\nHeyward had already permitted his companion to bury part of his person in the thicket, when, stretching forth his arm, he arrested him, in order to ask:\n\n\u201cIf I see you in danger, may I not risk a shot?\u201d\n\nHawkeye regarded him a moment, like one who knew not how to take the question; then, nodding his head, he answered, still laughing, though inaudibly:\n\n\u201cFire a whole platoon, major.\u201d\n\nIn the next moment he was concealed by the leaves. Duncan waited several minutes in feverish impatience, before he caught another glimpse of the scout. Then he reappeared, creeping along the earth, from which his dress was hardly distinguishable, directly in the rear of his intended captive. Having reached within a few yards of the latter, he arose to his feet, silently and slowly. At that instant, several loud blows were struck on the water, and Duncan turned his eyes just in time to perceive that a hundred dark forms were plunging, in a body, into the troubled little sheet. Grasping his rifle his looks were again bent on the Indian near him. Instead of taking the alarm, the unconscious savage stretched forward his neck, as if he also watched the movements about the gloomy lake, with a sort of silly curiosity. In the meantime, the uplifted hand of Hawkeye was above him. But, without any apparent reason, it was withdrawn, and its owner indulged in another long, though still silent, fit of merriment. When the peculiar and hearty laughter of Hawkeye was ended, instead of grasping his victim by the throat, he tapped him lightly on the shoulder, and exclaimed aloud:", "narrative_information_pred": {"added": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/132.lastofthemohicans_21_cooper_64kb_31.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cIf I see you in danger, may I not risk a shot?\u201d", "start_byte": 528063, "end_byte": 528111, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 1399.2950048828125, "cut_end_time": 1401.9900673828124, "narration": {"text": "Hawkeye regarded him a moment, like one who knew not how to take the question; then, nodding his head, he answered, still laughing, though inaudibly:", "cut_start_time": 1403.5550341796875, "cut_end_time": 1411.6200341796873, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/132.lastofthemohicans_21_cooper_64kb_32.flac"}, "context": "\u201cFellows who are dodging about the water!\u201d he added, \u201cso much for schooling and passing a boyhood in the settlements! The knave has long legs, though, and shall not be trusted. Do you keep him under your rifle while I creep in behind, through the bush, and take him alive. Fire on no account.\u201d\n\nHeyward had already permitted his companion to bury part of his person in the thicket, when, stretching forth his arm, he arrested him, in order to ask:\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cIf I see you in danger, may I not risk a shot?\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\nHawkeye regarded him a moment, like one who knew not how to take the question; then, nodding his head, he answered, still laughing, though inaudibly:\n\n\u201cFire a whole platoon, major.\u201d\n\nIn the next moment he was concealed by the leaves. Duncan waited several minutes in feverish impatience, before he caught another glimpse of the scout. Then he reappeared, creeping along the earth, from which his dress was hardly distinguishable, directly in the rear of his intended captive. Having reached within a few yards of the latter, he arose to his feet, silently and slowly. At that instant, several loud blows were struck on the water, and Duncan turned his eyes just in time to perceive that a hundred dark forms were plunging, in a body, into the troubled little sheet. Grasping his rifle his looks were again bent on the Indian near him. Instead of taking the alarm, the unconscious savage stretched forward his neck, as if he also watched the movements about the gloomy lake, with a sort of silly curiosity. In the meantime, the uplifted hand of Hawkeye was above him. But, without any apparent reason, it was withdrawn, and its owner indulged in another long, though still silent, fit of merriment. 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Do you keep him under your rifle while I creep in behind, through the bush, and take him alive. Fire on no account.\u201d\n\nHeyward had already permitted his companion to bury part of his person in the thicket, when, stretching forth his arm, he arrested him, in order to ask:\n\n\u201cIf I see you in danger, may I not risk a shot?\u201d\n\nHawkeye regarded him a moment, like one who knew not how to take the question; then, nodding his head, he answered, still laughing, though inaudibly:\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cFire a whole platoon, major.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\nIn the next moment he was concealed by the leaves. Duncan waited several minutes in feverish impatience, before he caught another glimpse of the scout. Then he reappeared, creeping along the earth, from which his dress was hardly distinguishable, directly in the rear of his intended captive. Having reached within a few yards of the latter, he arose to his feet, silently and slowly. At that instant, several loud blows were struck on the water, and Duncan turned his eyes just in time to perceive that a hundred dark forms were plunging, in a body, into the troubled little sheet. Grasping his rifle his looks were again bent on the Indian near him. Instead of taking the alarm, the unconscious savage stretched forward his neck, as if he also watched the movements about the gloomy lake, with a sort of silly curiosity. In the meantime, the uplifted hand of Hawkeye was above him. But, without any apparent reason, it was withdrawn, and its owner indulged in another long, though still silent, fit of merriment. 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Duncan waited several minutes in feverish impatience, before he caught another glimpse of the scout. Then he reappeared, creeping along the earth, from which his dress was hardly distinguishable, directly in the rear of his intended captive. Having reached within a few yards of the latter, he arose to his feet, silently and slowly. At that instant, several loud blows were struck on the water, and Duncan turned his eyes just in time to perceive that a hundred dark forms were plunging, in a body, into the troubled little sheet. Grasping his rifle his looks were again bent on the Indian near him. Instead of taking the alarm, the unconscious savage stretched forward his neck, as if he also watched the movements about the gloomy lake, with a sort of silly curiosity. In the meantime, the uplifted hand of Hawkeye was above him. But, without any apparent reason, it was withdrawn, and its owner indulged in another long, though still silent, fit of merriment. When the peculiar and hearty laughter of Hawkeye was ended, instead of grasping his victim by the throat, he tapped him lightly on the shoulder, and exclaimed aloud:\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cHow now, friend! have you a mind to teach the beavers to sing?\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\n\u201cEven so,\u201d was the ready answer. \u201cIt would seem that the Being that gave them power to improve His gifts so well, would not deny them voices to proclaim His praise.\u201d\n\nCHAPTER XXII.\n\n\u201cBot. \u2014 Abibl we all met? Qui. \u2014 Pat \u2014 pat; and here\u2019s a marvelous convenient place for our rehearsal.\u201d \u2014 Midsummer Night\u2019s Dream\n\nThe reader may better imagine, than we describe the surprise of Heyward. His lurking Indians were suddenly converted into four-footed beasts; his lake into a beaver pond; his cataract into a dam, constructed by those industrious and ingenious quadrupeds; and a suspected enemy into his tried friend, David Gamut, the master of psalmody. 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First making the circuit of the hut, and ascertaining that it stood quite alone, and that the character of its inmate was likely to protect it from visitors, he ventured through its low door, into the very presence of Gamut. The position of the latter brought the fire between them; and when Hawkeye had seated himself on end, near a minute elapsed, during which the two remained regarding each other without speaking. The suddenness and the nature of the surprise had nearly proved too much for \u2014 we will not say the philosophy \u2014 but for the pitch and resolution of David. 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First making the circuit of the hut, and ascertaining that it stood quite alone, and that the character of its inmate was likely to protect it from visitors, he ventured through its low door, into the very presence of Gamut. The position of the latter brought the fire between them; and when Hawkeye had seated himself on end, near a minute elapsed, during which the two remained regarding each other without speaking. The suddenness and the nature of the surprise had nearly proved too much for \u2014 we will not say the philosophy \u2014 but for the pitch and resolution of David. 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I greatly mourn that one so well disposed should die in his ignorance, and I have sought a goodly hymn \u2014 \u201d", "cut_start_time": 352.2850061035156, "cut_end_time": 361.6100061035157, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/132.lastofthemohicans_26_cooper_64kb_7.flac"}, "context": "\u201cI have found many marvels during my sojourn with the heathen, but surely nothing to excel this.\u201d\n\n\u201cCome, come,\u201d returned Hawkeye, uncasing his honest countenance, the better to assure the wavering confidence of his companion; \u201cyou may see a skin, which, if it be not as white as one of the gentle ones, has no tinge of red to it that the winds of the heaven and the sun have not bestowed. Now let us to business.\u201d\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cFirst tell me of the maiden, and of the youth who so bravely sought her,\u201d<|quote_end|> interrupted David.\n\n\u201cAy, they are happily freed from the tomahawks of these varlets. 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It is unnecessary to repeat the shrewd manner with which the scout extracted these particulars from the simple David; neither shall we dwell in this place on the nature of the instruction he delivered, when completely master of all the necessary facts; as the whole will be sufficiently explained to the reader in the course of the narrative.", "narrative_information_pred": {"returned": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}, "hesitating": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 9}}, "audio_path": "wavs/132.lastofthemohicans_26_cooper_64kb_11.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cNo more words, but lead on,", "start_byte": 647079, "end_byte": 647107, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 374.8450024414063, "cut_end_time": 376.58006494140625, "narration": {"text": "\u201cThe young man is in bondage, and much I fear his death is decreed. I greatly mourn that one so well disposed should die in his ignorance, and I have sought a goodly hymn \u2014 \u201d", "cut_start_time": 352.2850061035156, "cut_end_time": 361.6100061035157, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/132.lastofthemohicans_26_cooper_64kb_12.flac"}, "context": "\u201cAy, they are happily freed from the tomahawks of these varlets. But can you put me on the scent of Uncas?\u201d\n\n\u201cThe young man is in bondage, and much I fear his death is decreed. I greatly mourn that one so well disposed should die in his ignorance, and I have sought a goodly hymn \u2014 \u201d\n\n\u201cCan you lead me to him?\u201d\n\n\u201cThe task will not be difficult,\u201d returned David, hesitating; \u201cthough I greatly fear your presence would rather increase than mitigate his unhappy fortunes.\u201d\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cNo more words, but lead on,\u201d<|quote_end|> returned Hawkeye, concealing his face again, and setting the example in his own person, by instantly quitting the lodge.\n\nAs they proceeded, the scout ascertained that his companion found access to Uncas, under privilege of his imaginary infirmity, aided by the favor he had acquired with one of the guards, who, in consequence of speaking a little English, had been selected by David as the subject of a religious conversion. How far the Huron comprehended the intentions of his new friend may well be doubted; but as exclusive attention is as flattering to a savage as to a more civilized individual, it had produced the effect we have mentioned. It is unnecessary to repeat the shrewd manner with which the scout extracted these particulars from the simple David; neither shall we dwell in this place on the nature of the instruction he delivered, when completely master of all the necessary facts; as the whole will be sufficiently explained to the reader in the course of the narrative.", "narrative_information_pred": {"returned": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/132.lastofthemohicans_26_cooper_64kb_12.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cThe Delawares are women!", "start_byte": 649533, "end_byte": 649558, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 511.27500976562504, "cut_end_time": 512.580009765625, "narration": {"text": " returned Hawkeye, concealing his face again, and setting the example in his own person, by instantly quitting the lodge.", "cut_start_time": 376.45501098632815, "cut_end_time": 383.22007348632815, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/132.lastofthemohicans_26_cooper_64kb_13.flac"}, "context": "At the sight of Gamut, accompanied by one in the well-known masquerade of their most distinguished conjurer, they readily made way for them both. Still they betrayed no intention to depart. On the other hand, they were evidently disposed to remain bound to the place by an additional interest in the mysterious mummeries that they of course expected from such a visit.\n\nFrom the total inability of the scout to address the Hurons in their own language, he was compelled to trust the conversation entirely to David. Notwithstanding the simplicity of the latter, he did ample justice to the instructions he had received, more than fulfilling the strongest hopes of his teacher.\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cThe Delawares are women!\u201d<|quote_end|> he exclaimed, addressing himself to the savage who had a slight understanding of the language in which he spoke; \u201cthe Yengeese, my foolish countrymen, have told them to take up the tomahawk, and strike their fathers in the Canadas, and they have forgotten their sex. Does my brother wish to hear \u2018Le Cerf Agile\u2019 ask for his petticoats, and see him weep before the Hurons, at the stake?\u201d\n\nThe exclamation \u201cHugh!\u201d delivered in a strong tone of assent, announced the gratification the savage would receive in witnessing such an exhibition of weakness in an enemy so long hated and so much feared.", "narrative_information_pred": {"exclaimed": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/132.lastofthemohicans_26_cooper_64kb_13.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cthe Yengeese, my foolish countrymen, have told them to take up the tomahawk, and strike their fathers in the Canadas, and they have forgotten their sex. Does my brother wish to hear \u2018Le Cerf Agile\u2019 ask for his petticoats, and see him weep before the Hurons, at the stake?\u201d", "start_byte": 649673, "end_byte": 649946, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 519.2350146484375, "cut_end_time": 534.3200771484376, "narration": {"text": " he exclaimed, addressing himself to the savage who had a slight understanding of the language in which he spoke;", "cut_start_time": 512.45498046875, "cut_end_time": 517.8101054687501, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/132.lastofthemohicans_26_cooper_64kb_14.flac"}, "context": "At the sight of Gamut, accompanied by one in the well-known masquerade of their most distinguished conjurer, they readily made way for them both. Still they betrayed no intention to depart. On the other hand, they were evidently disposed to remain bound to the place by an additional interest in the mysterious mummeries that they of course expected from such a visit.\n\nFrom the total inability of the scout to address the Hurons in their own language, he was compelled to trust the conversation entirely to David. Notwithstanding the simplicity of the latter, he did ample justice to the instructions he had received, more than fulfilling the strongest hopes of his teacher.\n\n\u201cThe Delawares are women!\u201d he exclaimed, addressing himself to the savage who had a slight understanding of the language in which he spoke; <|quote_start|>\u201cthe Yengeese, my foolish countrymen, have told them to take up the tomahawk, and strike their fathers in the Canadas, and they have forgotten their sex. Does my brother wish to hear \u2018Le Cerf Agile\u2019 ask for his petticoats, and see him weep before the Hurons, at the stake?\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\nThe exclamation \u201cHugh!\u201d delivered in a strong tone of assent, announced the gratification the savage would receive in witnessing such an exhibition of weakness in an enemy so long hated and so much feared.\n\n\u201cThen let him step aside, and the cunning man will blow upon the dog. Tell it to my brothers.\u201d\n\nThe Huron explained the meaning of David to his fellows, who, in their turn, listened to the project with that sort of satisfaction that their untamed spirits might be expected to find in such a refinement in cruelty. They drew back a little from the entrance and motioned to the supposed conjurer to enter. But the bear, instead of obeying, maintained the seat it had taken, and growled:", "narrative_information_pred": {"exclaimed": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/132.lastofthemohicans_26_cooper_64kb_14.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cThen let him step aside, and the cunning man will blow upon the dog. Tell it to my brothers.\u201d", "start_byte": 650155, "end_byte": 650249, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 547.745029296875, "cut_end_time": 552.7300917968751, "narration": {"text": " he exclaimed, addressing himself to the savage who had a slight understanding of the language in which he spoke;", "cut_start_time": 512.45498046875, "cut_end_time": 517.8101054687501, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/132.lastofthemohicans_26_cooper_64kb_15.flac"}, "context": "\u201cthe Yengeese, my foolish countrymen, have told them to take up the tomahawk, and strike their fathers in the Canadas, and they have forgotten their sex. Does my brother wish to hear \u2018Le Cerf Agile\u2019 ask for his petticoats, and see him weep before the Hurons, at the stake?\u201d\n\nThe exclamation \u201cHugh!\u201d delivered in a strong tone of assent, announced the gratification the savage would receive in witnessing such an exhibition of weakness in an enemy so long hated and so much feared.\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cThen let him step aside, and the cunning man will blow upon the dog. Tell it to my brothers.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\nThe Huron explained the meaning of David to his fellows, who, in their turn, listened to the project with that sort of satisfaction that their untamed spirits might be expected to find in such a refinement in cruelty. They drew back a little from the entrance and motioned to the supposed conjurer to enter. But the bear, instead of obeying, maintained the seat it had taken, and growled:\n\n\u201cThe cunning man is afraid that his breath will blow upon his brothers, and take away their courage too", "narrative_information_pred": {"announced": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}, "delivered": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}, "strong": {"id": "0", "type": "adjective", "confidence": 9}}, "audio_path": "wavs/132.lastofthemohicans_26_cooper_64kb_15.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cThe cunning man is afraid that his breath will blow upon his brothers, and take away their courage too,", "start_byte": 650641, "end_byte": 650745, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 576.5449829101562, "cut_end_time": 581.2300454101563, "narration": {"text": " he exclaimed, addressing himself to the savage who had a slight understanding of the language in which he spoke;", "cut_start_time": 512.45498046875, "cut_end_time": 517.8101054687501, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/132.lastofthemohicans_26_cooper_64kb_16.flac"}, "context": "\u201cThen let him step aside, and the cunning man will blow upon the dog. Tell it to my brothers.\u201d\n\nThe Huron explained the meaning of David to his fellows, who, in their turn, listened to the project with that sort of satisfaction that their untamed spirits might be expected to find in such a refinement in cruelty. They drew back a little from the entrance and motioned to the supposed conjurer to enter. But the bear, instead of obeying, maintained the seat it had taken, and growled:\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cThe cunning man is afraid that his breath will blow upon his brothers, and take away their courage too,\u201d<|quote_end|> continued David, improving the hint he received; \u201cthey must stand further off.\u201d\n\nThe Hurons, who would have deemed such a misfortune the heaviest calamity that could befall them, fell back in a body, taking a position where they were out of earshot, though at the same time they could command a view of the entrance to the lodge. Then, as if satisfied of their safety, the scout left his position, and slowly entered the place. It was silent and gloomy, being tenanted solely by the captive, and lighted by the dying embers of a fire, which had been used for the purposed of cookery.", "narrative_information_pred": {"continued": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/132.lastofthemohicans_26_cooper_64kb_16.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cthey must stand further off.\u201d", "start_byte": 650796, "end_byte": 650826, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 584.3750122070313, "cut_end_time": 585.7000747070313, "narration": {"text": " he exclaimed, addressing himself to the savage who had a slight understanding of the language in which he spoke;", "cut_start_time": 512.45498046875, "cut_end_time": 517.8101054687501, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/132.lastofthemohicans_26_cooper_64kb_17.flac"}, "context": "The Huron explained the meaning of David to his fellows, who, in their turn, listened to the project with that sort of satisfaction that their untamed spirits might be expected to find in such a refinement in cruelty. They drew back a little from the entrance and motioned to the supposed conjurer to enter. But the bear, instead of obeying, maintained the seat it had taken, and growled:\n\n\u201cThe cunning man is afraid that his breath will blow upon his brothers, and take away their courage too,\u201d continued David, improving the hint he received; <|quote_start|>\u201cthey must stand further off.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\nThe Hurons, who would have deemed such a misfortune the heaviest calamity that could befall them, fell back in a body, taking a position where they were out of earshot, though at the same time they could command a view of the entrance to the lodge. Then, as if satisfied of their safety, the scout left his position, and slowly entered the place. It was silent and gloomy, being tenanted solely by the captive, and lighted by the dying embers of a fire, which had been used for the purposed of cookery.", "narrative_information_pred": {"continued": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/132.lastofthemohicans_26_cooper_64kb_17.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cHawkeye!\u201d", "start_byte": 653327, "end_byte": 653337, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 724.54498046875, "cut_end_time": 725.73004296875, "narration": {"text": " he exclaimed, addressing himself to the savage who had a slight understanding of the language in which he spoke;", "cut_start_time": 512.45498046875, "cut_end_time": 517.8101054687501, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/132.lastofthemohicans_26_cooper_64kb_18.flac"}, "context": "Uncas had cast his body back against the wall of the hut and closed his eyes, as if willing to exclude so contemptible and disagreeable an object from his sight. But the moment the noise of the serpent was heard, he arose, and cast his looks on each side of him, bending his head low, and turning it inquiringly in every direction, until his keen eye rested on the shaggy monster, where it remained riveted, as though fixed by the power of a charm. Again the same sounds were repeated, evidently proceeding from the mouth of the beast. Once more the eyes of the youth roamed over the interior of the lodge, and returning to the former resting place, he uttered, in a deep, suppressed voice:\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cHawkeye!\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\n\u201cCut his bands,\u201d said Hawkeye to David, who just then approached them.\n\nThe singer did as he was ordered, and Uncas found his limbs released. At the same moment the dried skin of the animal rattled, and presently the scout arose to his feet, in proper person. The Mohican appeared to comprehend the nature of the attempt his friend had made, intuitively, neither tongue nor feature betraying another symptom of surprise. When Hawkeye had cast his shaggy vestment, which was done by simply loosing certain thongs of skin, he drew a long, glittering knife, and put it in the hands of Uncas.", "narrative_information_pred": {"uttered": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}, "deep": {"id": "1", "type": "adjective", "confidence": 9}, "suppressed": {"id": "1", "type": "adjective", "confidence": 9}}, "audio_path": "wavs/132.lastofthemohicans_26_cooper_64kb_18.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cThe red Hurons are without,", "start_byte": 653929, "end_byte": 653957, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 759.344970703125, "cut_end_time": 760.590033203125, "narration": {"text": " At the same time he laid his finger significantly on another similar weapon, both being the fruits of his prowess among their enemies during the evening.", "cut_start_time": 762.6250073242188, "cut_end_time": 770.0200073242188, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/132.lastofthemohicans_26_cooper_64kb_19.flac"}, "context": "The singer did as he was ordered, and Uncas found his limbs released. At the same moment the dried skin of the animal rattled, and presently the scout arose to his feet, in proper person. The Mohican appeared to comprehend the nature of the attempt his friend had made, intuitively, neither tongue nor feature betraying another symptom of surprise. When Hawkeye had cast his shaggy vestment, which was done by simply loosing certain thongs of skin, he drew a long, glittering knife, and put it in the hands of Uncas.\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cThe red Hurons are without,\u201d<|quote_end|> he said; \u201clet us be ready.\u201d At the same time he laid his finger significantly on another similar weapon, both being the fruits of his prowess among their enemies during the evening.\n\n\u201cWe will go,\u201d said Uncas.\n\n\u201cWhither?\u201d\n\n\u201cTo the Tortoises; they are the children of my grandfathers.\u201d\n\n\u201cAy, lad,\u201d said the scout in English \u2014 a language he was apt to use when a little abstracted in mind; \u201cthe same blood runs in your veins, I believe; but time and distance has a little changed its color. What shall we do with the Mingoes at the door? They count six, and this singer is as good as nothing.\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/132.lastofthemohicans_26_cooper_64kb_19.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cTo the Tortoises; they are the children of my grandfathers.\u201d", "start_byte": 654181, "end_byte": 654242, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 774.1049926757813, "cut_end_time": 776.9601176757812, "narration": {"text": " At the same time he laid his finger significantly on another similar weapon, both being the fruits of his prowess among their enemies during the evening.", "cut_start_time": 762.6250073242188, "cut_end_time": 770.0200073242188, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/132.lastofthemohicans_26_cooper_64kb_20.flac"}, "context": "The singer did as he was ordered, and Uncas found his limbs released. At the same moment the dried skin of the animal rattled, and presently the scout arose to his feet, in proper person. The Mohican appeared to comprehend the nature of the attempt his friend had made, intuitively, neither tongue nor feature betraying another symptom of surprise. When Hawkeye had cast his shaggy vestment, which was done by simply loosing certain thongs of skin, he drew a long, glittering knife, and put it in the hands of Uncas.\n\n\u201cThe red Hurons are without,\u201d he said; \u201clet us be ready.\u201d At the same time he laid his finger significantly on another similar weapon, both being the fruits of his prowess among their enemies during the evening.\n\n\u201cWe will go,\u201d said Uncas.\n\n\u201cWhither?\u201d\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cTo the Tortoises; they are the children of my grandfathers.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\n\u201cAy, lad,\u201d said the scout in English \u2014 a language he was apt to use when a little abstracted in mind; \u201cthe same blood runs in your veins, I believe; but time and distance has a little changed its color. What shall we do with the Mingoes at the door? They count six, and this singer is as good as nothing.\u201d\n\n\u201cThe Hurons are boasters,\u201d said Uncas, scornfully; \u201ctheir \u2018totem\u2019 is a moose, and they run like snails. The Delawares are children of the tortoise, and they outstrip the deer.\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {}, "audio_path": "wavs/132.lastofthemohicans_26_cooper_64kb_20.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cthe same blood runs in your veins, I believe; but time and distance has a little changed its color. What shall we do with the Mingoes at the door? They count six, and this singer is as good as nothing.\u201d", "start_byte": 654346, "end_byte": 654549, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 783.3650170898437, "cut_end_time": 794.2200795898437, "narration": {"text": "The young Mohican made no reply, but quietly folded his arms, and leaned his body against one of the upright posts that supported the wall of the hut.", "cut_start_time": 856.5050073242188, "cut_end_time": 864.1200073242188, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/132.lastofthemohicans_26_cooper_64kb_21.flac"}, "context": "The singer did as he was ordered, and Uncas found his limbs released. At the same moment the dried skin of the animal rattled, and presently the scout arose to his feet, in proper person. The Mohican appeared to comprehend the nature of the attempt his friend had made, intuitively, neither tongue nor feature betraying another symptom of surprise. When Hawkeye had cast his shaggy vestment, which was done by simply loosing certain thongs of skin, he drew a long, glittering knife, and put it in the hands of Uncas.\n\n\u201cThe red Hurons are without,\u201d he said; \u201clet us be ready.\u201d At the same time he laid his finger significantly on another similar weapon, both being the fruits of his prowess among their enemies during the evening.\n\n\u201cWe will go,\u201d said Uncas.\n\n\u201cWhither?\u201d\n\n\u201cTo the Tortoises; they are the children of my grandfathers.\u201d\n\n\u201cAy, lad,\u201d said the scout in English \u2014 a language he was apt to use when a little abstracted in mind; <|quote_start|>\u201cthe same blood runs in your veins, I believe; but time and distance has a little changed its color. What shall we do with the Mingoes at the door? They count six, and this singer is as good as nothing.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\n\u201cThe Hurons are boasters,\u201d said Uncas, scornfully; \u201ctheir \u2018totem\u2019 is a moose, and they run like snails. The Delawares are children of the tortoise, and they outstrip the deer.\u201d\n\n\u201cAy, lad, there is truth in what you say; and I doubt not, on a rush, you would pass the whole nation; and, in a straight race of two miles, would be in, and get your breath again, afore a knave of them all was within hearing of the other village. But the gift of a white man lies more in his arms than in his legs. As for myself, I can brain a Huron as well as a better man; but when it comes to a race the knaves would prove too much for me.\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/132.lastofthemohicans_26_cooper_64kb_21.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cThe Hurons are boasters,", "start_byte": 654551, "end_byte": 654576, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 795.0150146484375, "cut_end_time": 796.2400146484375, "narration": {"text": "The young Mohican made no reply, but quietly folded his arms, and leaned his body against one of the upright posts that supported the wall of the hut.", "cut_start_time": 856.5050073242188, "cut_end_time": 864.1200073242188, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/132.lastofthemohicans_26_cooper_64kb_22.flac"}, "context": "\u201cWe will go,\u201d said Uncas.\n\n\u201cWhither?\u201d\n\n\u201cTo the Tortoises; they are the children of my grandfathers.\u201d\n\n\u201cAy, lad,\u201d said the scout in English \u2014 a language he was apt to use when a little abstracted in mind; \u201cthe same blood runs in your veins, I believe; but time and distance has a little changed its color. What shall we do with the Mingoes at the door? They count six, and this singer is as good as nothing.\u201d\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cThe Hurons are boasters,\u201d<|quote_end|> said Uncas, scornfully; \u201ctheir \u2018totem\u2019 is a moose, and they run like snails. The Delawares are children of the tortoise, and they outstrip the deer.\u201d\n\n\u201cAy, lad, there is truth in what you say; and I doubt not, on a rush, you would pass the whole nation; and, in a straight race of two miles, would be in, and get your breath again, afore a knave of them all was within hearing of the other village. But the gift of a white man lies more in his arms than in his legs. As for myself, I can brain a Huron as well as a better man; but when it comes to a race the knaves would prove too much for me.\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}, "scornfully": {"id": "1", "type": "adverb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/132.lastofthemohicans_26_cooper_64kb_22.flac"}, {"text": "\u201ctheir \u2018totem\u2019 is a moose, and they run like snails. The Delawares are children of the tortoise, and they outstrip the deer.\u201d", "start_byte": 654602, "end_byte": 654727, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 797.5350244140625, "cut_end_time": 803.4700244140626, "narration": {"text": "The young Mohican made no reply, but quietly folded his arms, and leaned his body against one of the upright posts that supported the wall of the hut.", "cut_start_time": 856.5050073242188, "cut_end_time": 864.1200073242188, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/132.lastofthemohicans_26_cooper_64kb_23.flac"}, "context": "\u201cTo the Tortoises; they are the children of my grandfathers.\u201d\n\n\u201cAy, lad,\u201d said the scout in English \u2014 a language he was apt to use when a little abstracted in mind; \u201cthe same blood runs in your veins, I believe; but time and distance has a little changed its color. What shall we do with the Mingoes at the door? They count six, and this singer is as good as nothing.\u201d\n\n\u201cThe Hurons are boasters,\u201d said Uncas, scornfully; <|quote_start|>\u201ctheir \u2018totem\u2019 is a moose, and they run like snails. The Delawares are children of the tortoise, and they outstrip the deer.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\n\u201cAy, lad, there is truth in what you say; and I doubt not, on a rush, you would pass the whole nation; and, in a straight race of two miles, would be in, and get your breath again, afore a knave of them all was within hearing of the other village. But the gift of a white man lies more in his arms than in his legs. As for myself, I can brain a Huron as well as a better man; but when it comes to a race the knaves would prove too much for me.\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}, "scornfully": {"id": "1", "type": "adverb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/132.lastofthemohicans_26_cooper_64kb_23.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cit is unreasonable to keep one man in bondage to the gifts of another. So, Uncas, you had better take the lead, while I will put on the skin again, and trust to cunning for want of speed.\u201d", "start_byte": 655486, "end_byte": 655675, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 846.2950073242188, "cut_end_time": 856.1100698242187, "narration": {"text": "The young Mohican made no reply, but quietly folded his arms, and leaned his body against one of the upright posts that supported the wall of the hut.", "cut_start_time": 856.5050073242188, "cut_end_time": 864.1200073242188, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/132.lastofthemohicans_26_cooper_64kb_24.flac"}, "context": "\u201cAy, lad, there is truth in what you say; and I doubt not, on a rush, you would pass the whole nation; and, in a straight race of two miles, would be in, and get your breath again, afore a knave of them all was within hearing of the other village. But the gift of a white man lies more in his arms than in his legs. 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Put on the skin; I doubt not you can play the bear nearly as well as myself.\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {"looking": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 9}}, "audio_path": "wavs/132.lastofthemohicans_26_cooper_64kb_25.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cUncas will stay,", "start_byte": 655973, "end_byte": 655990, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 873.0449877929688, "cut_end_time": 874.1500502929688, "narration": {"text": "The young Mohican made no reply, but quietly folded his arms, and leaned his body against one of the upright posts that supported the wall of the hut.", "cut_start_time": 856.5050073242188, "cut_end_time": 864.1200073242188, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/132.lastofthemohicans_26_cooper_64kb_26.flac"}, "context": "\u201cit is unreasonable to keep one man in bondage to the gifts of another. So, Uncas, you had better take the lead, while I will put on the skin again, and trust to cunning for want of speed.\u201d\n\nThe young Mohican made no reply, but quietly folded his arms, and leaned his body against one of the upright posts that supported the wall of the hut.\n\n\u201cWell,\u201d said the scout looking up at him, \u201cwhy do you tarry? There will be time enough for me, as the knaves will give chase to you at first.\u201d\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cUncas will stay,\u201d<|quote_end|> was the calm reply.\n\n\u201cFor what?\u201d\n\n\u201cTo fight with his father\u2019s brother, and die with the friend of the Delawares.\u201d\n\n\u201cAy, lad,\u201d returned Hawkeye, squeezing the hand of Uncas between his own iron fingers; \u201c\u2019twould have been more like a Mingo than a Mohican had you left me. But I thought I would make the offer, seeing that youth commonly loves life. Well, what can\u2019t be done by main courage, in war, must be done by circumvention. Put on the skin; I doubt not you can play the bear nearly as well as myself.\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {"was": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/132.lastofthemohicans_26_cooper_64kb_26.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cTo fight with his father\u2019s brother, and die with the friend of the Delawares.\u201d", "start_byte": 656026, "end_byte": 656105, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 877.3350268554688, "cut_end_time": 881.1400893554687, "narration": {"text": "The young Mohican made no reply, but quietly folded his arms, and leaned his body against one of the upright posts that supported the wall of the hut.", "cut_start_time": 856.5050073242188, "cut_end_time": 864.1200073242188, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/132.lastofthemohicans_26_cooper_64kb_27.flac"}, "context": "\u201cit is unreasonable to keep one man in bondage to the gifts of another. So, Uncas, you had better take the lead, while I will put on the skin again, and trust to cunning for want of speed.\u201d\n\nThe young Mohican made no reply, but quietly folded his arms, and leaned his body against one of the upright posts that supported the wall of the hut.\n\n\u201cWell,\u201d said the scout looking up at him, \u201cwhy do you tarry? There will be time enough for me, as the knaves will give chase to you at first.\u201d\n\n\u201cUncas will stay,\u201d was the calm reply.\n\n\u201cFor what?\u201d\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cTo fight with his father\u2019s brother, and die with the friend of the Delawares.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\n\u201cAy, lad,\u201d returned Hawkeye, squeezing the hand of Uncas between his own iron fingers; \u201c\u2019twould have been more like a Mingo than a Mohican had you left me. But I thought I would make the offer, seeing that youth commonly loves life. Well, what can\u2019t be done by main courage, in war, must be done by circumvention. Put on the skin; I doubt not you can play the bear nearly as well as myself.\u201d\n\nWhatever might have been the private opinion of Uncas of their respective abilities in this particular, his grave countenance manifested no opinion of his superiority. He silently and expeditiously encased himself in the covering of the beast, and then awaited such other movements as his more aged companion saw fit to dictate.", "narrative_information_pred": {}, "audio_path": "wavs/132.lastofthemohicans_26_cooper_64kb_27.flac"}, {"text": "\u201c\u2019twould have been more like a Mingo than a Mohican had you left me. But I thought I would make the offer, seeing that youth commonly loves life. Well, what can\u2019t be done by main courage, in war, must be done by circumvention. Put on the skin; I doubt not you can play the bear nearly as well as myself.\u201d", "start_byte": 656194, "end_byte": 656498, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 887.84501953125, "cut_end_time": 905.04001953125, "narration": {"text": " he bluntly asked, by way of obtaining a suitable understanding of the whole case before he ventured a prescription.", "cut_start_time": 979.4249902343751, "cut_end_time": 984.650052734375, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/132.lastofthemohicans_26_cooper_64kb_28.flac"}, "context": "The young Mohican made no reply, but quietly folded his arms, and leaned his body against one of the upright posts that supported the wall of the hut.\n\n\u201cWell,\u201d said the scout looking up at him, \u201cwhy do you tarry? 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He silently and expeditiously encased himself in the covering of the beast, and then awaited such other movements as his more aged companion saw fit to dictate.\n\n\u201cNow, friend,\u201d said Hawkeye, addressing David, \u201can exchange of garments will be a great convenience to you, inasmuch as you are but little accustomed to the make-shifts of the wilderness. Here, take my hunting shirt and cap, and give me your blanket and hat. You must trust me with the book and spectacles, as well as the tooter, too; if we ever meet again, in better times, you shall have all back again, with many thanks into the bargain.\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {"returned": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/132.lastofthemohicans_26_cooper_64kb_28.flac"}, {"text": "\u201can exchange of garments will be a great convenience to you, inasmuch as you are but little accustomed to the make-shifts of the wilderness. Here, take my hunting shirt and cap, and give me your blanket and hat. You must trust me with the book and spectacles, as well as the tooter, too; if we ever meet again, in better times, you shall have all back again, with many thanks into the bargain.\u201d", "start_byte": 656877, "end_byte": 657271, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 927.59498046875, "cut_end_time": 947.41010546875, "narration": {"text": " he bluntly asked, by way of obtaining a suitable understanding of the whole case before he ventured a prescription.", "cut_start_time": 979.4249902343751, "cut_end_time": 984.650052734375, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/132.lastofthemohicans_26_cooper_64kb_29.flac"}, "context": "\u201c\u2019twould have been more like a Mingo than a Mohican had you left me. But I thought I would make the offer, seeing that youth commonly loves life. Well, what can\u2019t be done by main courage, in war, must be done by circumvention. 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Hawkeye was not long in assuming his borrowed garments; and when his restless eyes were hid behind the glasses, and his head was surmounted by the triangular beaver, as their statures were not dissimilar, he might readily have passed for the singer, by starlight. As soon as these dispositions were made, the scout turned to David, and gave him his parting instructions.\n\n\u201cAre you much given to cowardice?\u201d he bluntly asked, by way of obtaining a suitable understanding of the whole case before he ventured a prescription.\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cMy pursuits are peaceful, and my temper, I humbly trust, is greatly given to mercy and love,\u201d<|quote_end|> returned David, a little nettled at so direct an attack on his manhood; \u201cbut there are none who can say that I have ever forgotten my faith in the Lord, even in the greatest straits.\u201d\n\n\u201cYour chiefest danger will be at the moment when the savages find out that they have been deceived. 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So choose for yourself \u2014 to make a rush or tarry here.\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {"returned": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/132.lastofthemohicans_26_cooper_64kb_31.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cbut there are none who can say that I have ever forgotten my faith in the Lord, even in the greatest straits.\u201d", "start_byte": 658148, "end_byte": 658259, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 995.2150268554688, "cut_end_time": 1000.7100268554688, "narration": {"text": " returned David, a little nettled at so direct an attack on his manhood;", "cut_start_time": 990.875009765625, "cut_end_time": 994.5800722656251, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/132.lastofthemohicans_26_cooper_64kb_32.flac"}, "context": "David parted with the several articles named with a readiness that would have done great credit to his liberality, had he not certainly profited, in many particulars, by the exchange. Hawkeye was not long in assuming his borrowed garments; and when his restless eyes were hid behind the glasses, and his head was surmounted by the triangular beaver, as their statures were not dissimilar, he might readily have passed for the singer, by starlight. As soon as these dispositions were made, the scout turned to David, and gave him his parting instructions.\n\n\u201cAre you much given to cowardice?\u201d he bluntly asked, by way of obtaining a suitable understanding of the whole case before he ventured a prescription.\n\n\u201cMy pursuits are peaceful, and my temper, I humbly trust, is greatly given to mercy and love,\u201d returned David, a little nettled at so direct an attack on his manhood; <|quote_start|>\u201cbut there are none who can say that I have ever forgotten my faith in the Lord, even in the greatest straits.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\n\u201cYour chiefest danger will be at the moment when the savages find out that they have been deceived. If you are not then knocked on the head, your being a non-composser will protect you; and you\u2019ll then have a good reason to expect to die in your bed. If you stay, it must be to sit down here in the shadow, and take the part of Uncas, until such times as the cunning of the Indians discover the cheat, when, as I have already said, your times of trial will come. So choose for yourself \u2014 to make a rush or tarry here.\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {"returned": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 9}}, "audio_path": "wavs/132.lastofthemohicans_26_cooper_64kb_32.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cI will abide in the place of the Delaware. Bravely and generously has he battled in my behalf, and this, and more, will I dare in his service.\u201d", "start_byte": 658812, "end_byte": 658956, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 1032.3650292968748, "cut_end_time": 1040.320091796875, "narration": {"text": " returned David, a little nettled at so direct an attack on his manhood;", "cut_start_time": 990.875009765625, "cut_end_time": 994.5800722656251, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/132.lastofthemohicans_26_cooper_64kb_33.flac"}, "context": "\u201cYour chiefest danger will be at the moment when the savages find out that they have been deceived. If you are not then knocked on the head, your being a non-composser will protect you; and you\u2019ll then have a good reason to expect to die in your bed. If you stay, it must be to sit down here in the shadow, and take the part of Uncas, until such times as the cunning of the Indians discover the cheat, when, as I have already said, your times of trial will come. So choose for yourself \u2014 to make a rush or tarry here.\u201d\n\n\u201cEven so,\u201d said David, firmly; <|quote_start|>\u201cI will abide in the place of the Delaware. Bravely and generously has he battled in my behalf, and this, and more, will I dare in his service.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\n\u201cYou have spoken as a man, and like one who, under wiser schooling, would have been brought to better things. Hold your head down, and draw in your legs; their formation might tell the truth too early. Keep silent as long as may be; and it would be wise, when you do speak, to break out suddenly in one of your shoutings, which will serve to remind the Indians that you are not altogether as responsible as men should be. If however, they take your scalp, as I trust and believe they will not, depend on it, Uncas and I will not forget the deed, but revenge it as becomes true warriors and trusty friends.\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}, "firmly": {"id": "1", "type": "adverb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/132.lastofthemohicans_26_cooper_64kb_33.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cI am an unworthy and humble follower of one who taught not the damnable principle of revenge. Should I fall, therefore, seek no victims to my manes, but rather forgive my destroyers; and if you remember them at all, let it be in prayers for the enlightening of their minds, and for their eternal welfare.\u201d", "start_byte": 659652, "end_byte": 659958, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 1079.3050390624999, "cut_end_time": 1096.1601015625, "narration": {"text": " Then heaving a heavy sigh, probably among the last he ever drew in pining for a condition he had so long abandoned, he added:", "cut_start_time": 1108.2549707031249, "cut_end_time": 1115.9300332031248, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/132.lastofthemohicans_26_cooper_64kb_34.flac"}, "context": "\u201cYou have spoken as a man, and like one who, under wiser schooling, would have been brought to better things. Hold your head down, and draw in your legs; their formation might tell the truth too early. Keep silent as long as may be; and it would be wise, when you do speak, to break out suddenly in one of your shoutings, which will serve to remind the Indians that you are not altogether as responsible as men should be. If however, they take your scalp, as I trust and believe they will not, depend on it, Uncas and I will not forget the deed, but revenge it as becomes true warriors and trusty friends.\u201d\n\n\u201cHold!\u201d said David, perceiving that with this assurance they were about to leave him; <|quote_start|>\u201cI am an unworthy and humble follower of one who taught not the damnable principle of revenge. 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God bless you, friend; I do believe your scent is not greatly wrong, when the matter is duly considered, and keeping eternity before the eyes, though much depends on the natural gifts, and the force of temptation.\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {}, "audio_path": "wavs/132.lastofthemohicans_26_cooper_64kb_34.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cThere is a principle in that,", "start_byte": 660004, "end_byte": 660034, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 1100.6449560546873, "cut_end_time": 1101.9400185546874, "narration": {"text": " Then heaving a heavy sigh, probably among the last he ever drew in pining for a condition he had so long abandoned, he added:", "cut_start_time": 1108.2549707031249, "cut_end_time": 1115.9300332031248, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/132.lastofthemohicans_26_cooper_64kb_35.flac"}, "context": "\u201cYou have spoken as a man, and like one who, under wiser schooling, would have been brought to better things. Hold your head down, and draw in your legs; their formation might tell the truth too early. Keep silent as long as may be; and it would be wise, when you do speak, to break out suddenly in one of your shoutings, which will serve to remind the Indians that you are not altogether as responsible as men should be. If however, they take your scalp, as I trust and believe they will not, depend on it, Uncas and I will not forget the deed, but revenge it as becomes true warriors and trusty friends.\u201d\n\n\u201cHold!\u201d said David, perceiving that with this assurance they were about to leave him; \u201cI am an unworthy and humble follower of one who taught not the damnable principle of revenge. Should I fall, therefore, seek no victims to my manes, but rather forgive my destroyers; and if you remember them at all, let it be in prayers for the enlightening of their minds, and for their eternal welfare.\u201d\n\nThe scout hesitated, and appeared to muse.\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cThere is a principle in that,\u201d<|quote_end|> he said, \u201cdifferent from the law of the woods; and yet it is fair and noble to reflect upon.\u201d Then heaving a heavy sigh, probably among the last he ever drew in pining for a condition he had so long abandoned, he added: \u201cit is what I would wish to practise myself, as one without a cross of blood, though it is not always easy to deal with an Indian as you would with a fellow Christian. God bless you, friend; I do believe your scent is not greatly wrong, when the matter is duly considered, and keeping eternity before the eyes, though much depends on the natural gifts, and the force of temptation.\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/132.lastofthemohicans_26_cooper_64kb_35.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cdifferent from the law of the woods; and yet it is fair and noble to reflect upon.", "start_byte": 660045, "end_byte": 660128, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 1102.6550244140624, "cut_end_time": 1106.8700244140623, "narration": {"text": " Then heaving a heavy sigh, probably among the last he ever drew in pining for a condition he had so long abandoned, he added:", "cut_start_time": 1108.2549707031249, "cut_end_time": 1115.9300332031248, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/132.lastofthemohicans_26_cooper_64kb_36.flac"}, "context": "\u201cHold!\u201d said David, perceiving that with this assurance they were about to leave him; \u201cI am an unworthy and humble follower of one who taught not the damnable principle of revenge. Should I fall, therefore, seek no victims to my manes, but rather forgive my destroyers; and if you remember them at all, let it be in prayers for the enlightening of their minds, and for their eternal welfare.\u201d\n\nThe scout hesitated, and appeared to muse.\n\n\u201cThere is a principle in that,\u201d he said, <|quote_start|>\u201cdifferent from the law of the woods; and yet it is fair and noble to reflect upon.\u201d<|quote_end|> Then heaving a heavy sigh, probably among the last he ever drew in pining for a condition he had so long abandoned, he added: \u201cit is what I would wish to practise myself, as one without a cross of blood, though it is not always easy to deal with an Indian as you would with a fellow Christian. God bless you, friend; I do believe your scent is not greatly wrong, when the matter is duly considered, and keeping eternity before the eyes, though much depends on the natural gifts, and the force of temptation.\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/132.lastofthemohicans_26_cooper_64kb_36.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cis he afraid? Will the Hurons hear his groans?\u201d", "start_byte": 661644, "end_byte": 661692, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 1197.1749951171873, "cut_end_time": 1199.9900576171874, "narration": {"text": " said the scout, tearing two rifles, with all their attendant accouterments, from beneath a bush, and flourishing", "cut_start_time": 1337.6249755859374, "cut_end_time": 1343.1401005859375, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/132.lastofthemohicans_26_cooper_64kb_37.flac"}, "context": "The instant Hawkeye found himself under the observation of the Hurons, he drew up his tall form in the rigid manner of David, threw out his arm in the act of keeping time, and commenced what he intended for an imitation of his psalmody. Happily for the success of this delicate adventure, he had to deal with ears but little practised in the concord of sweet sounds, or the miserable effort would infallibly have been detected. It was necessary to pass within a dangerous proximity of the dark group of the savages, and the voice of the scout grew louder as they drew nigher. When at the nearest point the Huron who spoke the English thrust out an arm, and stopped the supposed singing-master.\n\n\u201cThe Delaware dog!\u201d he said, leaning forward, and peering through the dim light to catch the expression of the other\u2019s features; <|quote_start|>\u201cis he afraid? Will the Hurons hear his groans?\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\nA growl, so exceedingly fierce and natural, proceeded from the beast, that the young Indian released his hold and started aside, as if to assure himself that it was not a veritable bear, and no counterfeit, that was rolling before him. Hawkeye, who feared his voice would betray him to his subtle enemies, gladly profited by the interruption, to break out anew in such a burst of musical expression as would, probably, in a more refined state of society have been termed \u201ca grand crash", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}, "leaning": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 9}, "peering": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 9}}, "audio_path": "wavs/132.lastofthemohicans_26_cooper_64kb_37.flac"}, {"text": "\u201ca grand crash.", "start_byte": 662165, "end_byte": 662180, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 1226.5750195312498, "cut_end_time": 1228.03001953125, "narration": {"text": " said the scout, tearing two rifles, with all their attendant accouterments, from beneath a bush, and flourishing", "cut_start_time": 1337.6249755859374, "cut_end_time": 1343.1401005859375, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/132.lastofthemohicans_26_cooper_64kb_38.flac"}, "context": "A growl, so exceedingly fierce and natural, proceeded from the beast, that the young Indian released his hold and started aside, as if to assure himself that it was not a veritable bear, and no counterfeit, that was rolling before him. Hawkeye, who feared his voice would betray him to his subtle enemies, gladly profited by the interruption, to break out anew in such a burst of musical expression as would, probably, in a more refined state of society have been termed <|quote_start|>\u201ca grand crash.\u201d<|quote_end|> Among his actual auditors, however, it merely gave him an additional claim to that respect which they never withhold from such as are believed to be the subjects of mental alienation. The little knot of Indians drew back in a body, and suffered, as they thought, the conjurer and his inspired assistant to proceed.\n\nIt required no common exercise of fortitude in Uncas and the scout to continue the dignified and deliberate pace they had assumed in passing the lodge; especially as they immediately perceived that curiosity had so far mastered fear, as to induce the watchers to approach the hut, in order to witness the effect of the incantations. The least injudicious or impatient movement on the part of David might betray them, and time was absolutely necessary to insure the safety of the scout. The loud noise the latter conceived it politic to continue, drew many curious gazers to the doors of the different huts as thy passed; and once or twice a dark-looking warrior stepped across their path, led to the act by superstition and watchfulness. They were not, however, interrupted, the darkness of the hour, and the boldness of the attempt, proving their principal friends.", "narrative_information_pred": {"termed": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 9}}, "audio_path": "wavs/132.lastofthemohicans_26_cooper_64kb_38.flac"}, {"text": "\u201clet them yell again! \u2019Twas nothing but wonderment.\u201d", "start_byte": 663753, "end_byte": 663805, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 1317.2550390625, "cut_end_time": 1319.4800390624998, "narration": {"text": " said the scout, tearing two rifles, with all their attendant accouterments, from beneath a bush, and flourishing", "cut_start_time": 1337.6249755859374, "cut_end_time": 1343.1401005859375, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/132.lastofthemohicans_26_cooper_64kb_39.flac"}, "context": "It required no common exercise of fortitude in Uncas and the scout to continue the dignified and deliberate pace they had assumed in passing the lodge; especially as they immediately perceived that curiosity had so far mastered fear, as to induce the watchers to approach the hut, in order to witness the effect of the incantations. The least injudicious or impatient movement on the part of David might betray them, and time was absolutely necessary to insure the safety of the scout. The loud noise the latter conceived it politic to continue, drew many curious gazers to the doors of the different huts as thy passed; and once or twice a dark-looking warrior stepped across their path, led to the act by superstition and watchfulness. They were not, however, interrupted, the darkness of the hour, and the boldness of the attempt, proving their principal friends.\n\nThe adventurers had got clear of the village, and were now swiftly approaching the shelter of the woods, when a loud and long cry arose from the lodge where Uncas had been confined. The Mohican started on his feet, and shook his shaggy covering, as though the animal he counterfeited was about to make some desperate effort.\n\n\u201cHold!\u201d said the scout, grasping his friend by the shoulder, <|quote_start|>\u201clet them yell again! \u2019Twas nothing but wonderment.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\nHe had no occasion to delay, for at the next instant a burst of cries filled the outer air, and ran along the whole extent of the village. Uncas cast his skin, and stepped forth in his own beautiful proportions. Hawkeye tapped him lightly on the shoulder, and glided ahead.\n\n\u201cNow let the devils strike our scent!\u201d said the scout, tearing two rifles, with all their attendant accouterments, from beneath a bush, and flourishing \u201ckilldeer\u201d as he handed Uncas his weapon;", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/132.lastofthemohicans_26_cooper_64kb_39.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cNow let the devils strike our scent!", "start_byte": 664082, "end_byte": 664119, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 1335.9149755859373, "cut_end_time": 1337.6500380859375, "narration": {"text": " said the scout, tearing two rifles, with all their attendant accouterments, from beneath a bush, and flourishing", "cut_start_time": 1337.6249755859374, "cut_end_time": 1343.1401005859375, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/132.lastofthemohicans_26_cooper_64kb_40.flac"}, "context": "The adventurers had got clear of the village, and were now swiftly approaching the shelter of the woods, when a loud and long cry arose from the lodge where Uncas had been confined. The Mohican started on his feet, and shook his shaggy covering, as though the animal he counterfeited was about to make some desperate effort.\n\n\u201cHold!\u201d said the scout, grasping his friend by the shoulder, \u201clet them yell again! \u2019Twas nothing but wonderment.\u201d\n\nHe had no occasion to delay, for at the next instant a burst of cries filled the outer air, and ran along the whole extent of the village. Uncas cast his skin, and stepped forth in his own beautiful proportions. Hawkeye tapped him lightly on the shoulder, and glided ahead.\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cNow let the devils strike our scent!\u201d<|quote_end|> said the scout, tearing two rifles, with all their attendant accouterments, from beneath a bush, and flourishing \u201ckilldeer\u201d as he handed Uncas his weapon; \u201ctwo, at least, will find it to their deaths.\u201d\n\nThen, throwing their pieces to a low trail, like sportsmen in readiness for their game, they dashed forward, and were soon buried in the somber darkness of the forest.\n\nCHAPTER XXVII.\n\n\u201cAnt. I shall remember: When C\u2019sar says Do this, it is performed.\u201d \u2014 Julius Caesar", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/132.lastofthemohicans_26_cooper_64kb_40.flac"}, {"text": "\u201ctwo, at least, will find it to their deaths.\u201d", "start_byte": 664276, "end_byte": 664322, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 1345.8150585937499, "cut_end_time": 1347.88005859375, "narration": {"text": " said the scout, tearing two rifles, with all their attendant accouterments, from beneath a bush, and flourishing", "cut_start_time": 1337.6249755859374, "cut_end_time": 1343.1401005859375, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/132.lastofthemohicans_26_cooper_64kb_41.flac"}, "context": "He had no occasion to delay, for at the next instant a burst of cries filled the outer air, and ran along the whole extent of the village. Uncas cast his skin, and stepped forth in his own beautiful proportions. Hawkeye tapped him lightly on the shoulder, and glided ahead.\n\n\u201cNow let the devils strike our scent!\u201d said the scout, tearing two rifles, with all their attendant accouterments, from beneath a bush, and flourishing \u201ckilldeer\u201d as he handed Uncas his weapon; <|quote_start|>\u201ctwo, at least, will find it to their deaths.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\nThen, throwing their pieces to a low trail, like sportsmen in readiness for their game, they dashed forward, and were soon buried in the somber darkness of the forest.\n\nCHAPTER XXVII.\n\n\u201cAnt. I shall remember: When C\u2019sar says Do this, it is performed.\u201d \u2014 Julius Caesar\n\nThe impatience of the savages who lingered about the prison of Uncas, as has been seen, had overcome their dread of the conjurer\u2019s breath. They stole cautiously, and with beating hearts, to a crevice, through which the faint light of the fire was glimmering. For several minutes they mistook the form of David for that of the prisoner; but the very accident which Hawkeye had foreseen occurred. Tired of keeping the extremities of his long person so near together, the singer gradually suffered the lower limbs to extend themselves, until one of his misshapen feet actually came in contact with and shoved aside the embers of the fire. At first the Hurons believed the Delaware had been thus deformed by witchcraft. But when David, unconscious of being observed, turned his head, and exposed his simple, mild countenance, in place of the haughty lineaments of their prisoner, it would have exceeded the credulity of even a native to have doubted any longer. They rushed together into the lodge, and, laying their hands, with but little ceremony, on their captive, immediately detected the imposition. Then arose the cry first heard by the fugitives. It was succeeded by the most frantic and angry demonstrations of vengeance. David, however, firm in his determination to cover the retreat of his friends, was compelled to believe that his own final hour had come. Deprived of his book and his pipe, he was fain to trust to a memory that rarely failed him on such subjects; and breaking forth in a loud and impassioned strain, he endeavored to smooth his passage into the other world by singing the opening verse of a funeral anthem. The Indians were seasonably reminded of his infirmity, and, rushing into the open air, they aroused the village in the manner described.", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/132.lastofthemohicans_26_cooper_64kb_41.flac"}]}

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Bartley never dined alone if he could help it, and Mainhall was a good gossip who always knew what had been going on in town; especially, he knew everything that was not printed in the newspapers. The nephew of one of the standard Victorian novelists, Mainhall bobbed about among the various literary cliques of London and its outlying suburbs, careful to lose touch with none of them. He had written a number of books himself; among them a \u201cHistory of Dancing,\u201d a \u201cHistory of Costume,\u201d a \u201cKey to Shakespeare\u2019s Sonnets,\u201d a study of \u201cThe Poetry of Ernest Dowson,\u201d etc. Although Mainhall\u2019s enthusiasm was often tiresome, and although he was often unable to distinguish between facts and vivid figments of his imagination, his imperturbable good nature overcame even the people whom he bored most, so that they ended by becoming, in a reluctant manner, his friends. 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He hated them when they presumed to be anything else.\n\nWhile they sat at dinner Mainhall acquainted Bartley with the fortunes of his old friends in London, and as they left the table he proposed that they should go to see Hugh MacConnell\u2019s new comedy, <|quote_start|>\u201cBog Lights.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\n\u201cIt\u2019s really quite the best thing MacConnell\u2019s done,\u201d he explained as they got into a hansom. \u201cIt\u2019s tremendously well put on, too. Florence Merrill and Cyril Henderson. But Hilda Burgoyne\u2019s the hit of the piece. Hugh\u2019s written a delightful part for her, and she\u2019s quite inexpressible. It\u2019s been on only two weeks, and I\u2019ve been half a dozen times already. I happen to have MacConnell\u2019s box for tonight or there\u2019d be no chance of our getting places. There\u2019s everything in seeing Hilda while she\u2019s fresh in a part. She\u2019s apt to grow a bit stale after a time. 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Hugh\u2019s written a delightful part for her, and she\u2019s quite inexpressible. It\u2019s been on only two weeks, and I\u2019ve been half a dozen times already. I happen to have MacConnell\u2019s box for tonight or there\u2019d be no chance of our getting places. There\u2019s everything in seeing Hilda while she\u2019s fresh in a part. She\u2019s apt to grow a bit stale after a time. The ones who have any imagination do.\u201d\n\n\u201cHilda Burgoyne!\u201d Alexander exclaimed mildly. <|quote_start|>\u201cWhy, I haven\u2019t heard of her for \u2014 years.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\nMainhall laughed. \u201cThen you can\u2019t have heard much at all, my dear Alexander. It\u2019s only lately, since MacConnell and his set have got hold of her, that she\u2019s come up. Myself, I always knew she had it in her. If we had one real critic in London \u2014 but what can one expect? Do you know, Alexander,\u201d \u2014 Mainhall looked with perplexity up into the top of the hansom and rubbed his pink cheek with his gloved finger, \u2014", "narrative_information_pred": {"exclaimed": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}, "mildly": {"id": "1", "type": "adverb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/1797.alexandersbridge_02_cather_64kb_2.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cThen you can\u2019t have heard much at all, my dear Alexander. It\u2019s only lately, since MacConnell and his set have got hold of her, that she\u2019s come up. Myself, I always knew she had it in her. If we had one real critic in London \u2014 but what can one expect? Do you know, Alexander,", "start_byte": 24766, "end_byte": 25041, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 175.79500610351562, "cut_end_time": 191.64000610351562, "narration": {"text": "While they sat at dinner Mainhall acquainted Bartley with the fortunes of his old friends in London, and as they left the table he proposed that they should go to see Hugh MacConnell\u2019s new comedy,", "cut_start_time": 126.0949966430664, "cut_end_time": 135.1100591430664, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/1797.alexandersbridge_02_cather_64kb_3.flac"}, "context": "\u201cIt\u2019s tremendously well put on, too. Florence Merrill and Cyril Henderson. But Hilda Burgoyne\u2019s the hit of the piece. Hugh\u2019s written a delightful part for her, and she\u2019s quite inexpressible. It\u2019s been on only two weeks, and I\u2019ve been half a dozen times already. I happen to have MacConnell\u2019s box for tonight or there\u2019d be no chance of our getting places. 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In a way, it would be a sacrifice; but, dear me, we do need some one.\u201d", "start_byte": 25159, "end_byte": 25302, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 198.03499633789062, "cut_end_time": 206.88005883789063, "narration": {"text": " \u2014 Mainhall looked with perplexity up into the top of the hansom and rubbed his pink cheek with his gloved finger, \u2014", "cut_start_time": 191.78499267578124, "cut_end_time": 197.65005517578123, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/1797.alexandersbridge_02_cather_64kb_4.flac"}, "context": "Mainhall laughed. \u201cThen you can\u2019t have heard much at all, my dear Alexander. It\u2019s only lately, since MacConnell and his set have got hold of her, that she\u2019s come up. Myself, I always knew she had it in her. If we had one real critic in London \u2014 but what can one expect? 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She doubtless hasn\u2019t thought of me for years.", "start_byte": 25754, "end_byte": 25849, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 232.2749932861328, "cut_end_time": 236.9801182861328, "narration": {"text": " \u2014 Mainhall looked with perplexity up into the top of the hansom and rubbed his pink cheek with his gloved finger, \u2014", "cut_start_time": 191.78499267578124, "cut_end_time": 197.65005517578123, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/1797.alexandersbridge_02_cather_64kb_5.flac"}, "context": "Just then they drove up to the Duke of York\u2019s, so Alexander did not commit himself, but followed Mainhall into the theatre. When they entered the stage-box on the left the first act was well under way, the scene being the interior of a cabin in the south of Ireland. As they sat down, a burst of applause drew Alexander\u2019s attention to the stage. 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Alexander, annoyed by Mainhall\u2019s sighs and exclamations, watched her with keen, half-skeptical interest. As Mainhall had said, she was the second act; the plot and feeling alike depended upon her lightness of foot, her lightness of touch, upon the shrewdness and deft fancifulness that played alternately, and sometimes together, in her mirthful brown eyes. When she began to dance, by way of showing the gossoons what she had seen in the fairy rings at night, the house broke into a prolonged uproar. After her dance she withdrew from the dialogue and retreated to the ditch wall back of Philly\u2019s burrow, where she sat singing <|quote_start|>\u201cThe Rising of the Moon\u201d<|quote_end|> and making a wreath of primroses for her donkey.\n\nWhen the act was over Alexander and Mainhall strolled out into the corridor. They met a good many acquaintances; Mainhall, indeed, knew almost every one, and he babbled on incontinently, screwing his small head about over his high collar. Presently he hailed a tall, bearded man, grim-browed and rather battered-looking, who had his opera cloak on his arm and his hat in his hand, and who seemed to be on the point of leaving the theatre.", "narrative_information_pred": {"singing": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/1797.alexandersbridge_02_cather_64kb_6.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cMacConnell, let me introduce Mr. Bartley Alexander. I say! It\u2019s going famously to-night, Mac. And what an audience! You\u2019ll never do anything like this again, mark me. A man writes to the top of his bent only once.\u201d", "start_byte": 28250, "end_byte": 28465, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 373.72501464843754, "cut_end_time": 385.7600146484375, "narration": {"text": "The playwright gave Mainhall a curious look out of his deep-set faded eyes and made a wry face.", "cut_start_time": 386.7749853515625, "cut_end_time": 391.77011035156255, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/1797.alexandersbridge_02_cather_64kb_7.flac"}, "context": "When the act was over Alexander and Mainhall strolled out into the corridor. They met a good many acquaintances; Mainhall, indeed, knew almost every one, and he babbled on incontinently, screwing his small head about over his high collar. Presently he hailed a tall, bearded man, grim-browed and rather battered-looking, who had his opera cloak on his arm and his hat in his hand, and who seemed to be on the point of leaving the theatre.\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cMacConnell, let me introduce Mr. Bartley Alexander. I say! It\u2019s going famously to-night, Mac. And what an audience! You\u2019ll never do anything like this again, mark me. A man writes to the top of his bent only once.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\nThe playwright gave Mainhall a curious look out of his deep-set faded eyes and made a wry face. \u201cAnd have I done anything so fool as that, now?\u201d he asked.\n\n\u201cThat\u2019s what I was saying,\u201d Mainhall lounged a little nearer and dropped into a tone even more conspicuously confidential. \u201cAnd you\u2019ll never bring Hilda out like this again. 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They met a good many acquaintances; Mainhall, indeed, knew almost every one, and he babbled on incontinently, screwing his small head about over his high collar. Presently he hailed a tall, bearded man, grim-browed and rather battered-looking, who had his opera cloak on his arm and his hat in his hand, and who seemed to be on the point of leaving the theatre.\n\n\u201cMacConnell, let me introduce Mr. Bartley Alexander. I say! It\u2019s going famously to-night, Mac. And what an audience! You\u2019ll never do anything like this again, mark me. A man writes to the top of his bent only once.\u201d\n\nThe playwright gave Mainhall a curious look out of his deep-set faded eyes and made a wry face. <|quote_start|>\u201cAnd have I done anything so fool as that, now?\u201d<|quote_end|> he asked.\n\n\u201cThat\u2019s what I was saying,\u201d Mainhall lounged a little nearer and dropped into a tone even more conspicuously confidential. \u201cAnd you\u2019ll never bring Hilda out like this again. 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Dear me, Mac, the girl couldn\u2019t possibly be better, you know.\u201d", "start_byte": 28746, "end_byte": 28859, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 402.245, "cut_end_time": 407.3800625, "narration": {"text": " Mainhall lounged a little nearer and dropped into a tone even more conspicuously confidential.", "cut_start_time": 396.69500122070315, "cut_end_time": 401.89000122070314, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/1797.alexandersbridge_02_cather_64kb_10.flac"}, "context": "\u201cMacConnell, let me introduce Mr. Bartley Alexander. I say! It\u2019s going famously to-night, Mac. And what an audience! You\u2019ll never do anything like this again, mark me. A man writes to the top of his bent only once.\u201d\n\nThe playwright gave Mainhall a curious look out of his deep-set faded eyes and made a wry face. \u201cAnd have I done anything so fool as that, now?\u201d he asked.\n\n\u201cThat\u2019s what I was saying,\u201d Mainhall lounged a little nearer and dropped into a tone even more conspicuously confidential. <|quote_start|>\u201cAnd you\u2019ll never bring Hilda out like this again. Dear me, Mac, the girl couldn\u2019t possibly be better, you know.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\nMacConnell grunted. \u201cShe\u2019ll do well enough if she keeps her pace and doesn\u2019t go off on us in the middle of the season, as she\u2019s more than like to do.\u201d\n\nHe nodded curtly and made for the door, dodging acquaintances as he went.\n\n\u201cPoor old Hugh,\u201d Mainhall murmured. \u201cHe\u2019s hit terribly hard. He\u2019s been wanting to marry Hilda these three years and more. She doesn\u2019t take up with anybody, you know. Irene Burgoyne, one of her family, told me in confidence that there was a romance somewhere back in the beginning. One of your countrymen, Alexander, by the way; an American student whom she met in Paris, I believe. 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I dare say it\u2019s quite true that there\u2019s never been any one else.\u201d Mainhall vouched for her constancy with a loftiness that made Alexander smile, even while a kind of rapid excitement was tingling through him. Blinking up at the lights, Mainhall added in his luxurious, worldly way: <|quote_start|>\u201cShe\u2019s an elegant little person, and quite capable of an extravagant bit of sentiment like that. Here comes Sir Harry Towne. He\u2019s another who\u2019s awfully keen about her. Let me introduce you. Sir Harry Towne, Mr. Bartley Alexander, the American engineer.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\nSir Harry Towne bowed and said that he had met Mr. Alexander and his wife in Tokyo.\n\nMainhall cut in impatiently.\n\n\u201cI say, Sir Harry, the little girl\u2019s going famously to-night, isn\u2019t she?\u201d\n\nSir Harry wrinkled his brows judiciously. \u201cDo you know, I thought the dance a bit conscious to-night, for the first time. 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Lady Westmere is very fond of Hilda.\u201d\n\nWhen they reached their box the house was darkened and the orchestra was playing \u201cThe Cloak of Old Gaul.\u201d In a moment Peggy was on the stage again, and Alexander applauded vigorously with the rest. He even leaned forward over the rail a little. For some reason he felt pleased and flattered by the enthusiasm of the audience. In the half-light he looked about at the stalls and boxes and smiled a little consciously, recalling with amusement Sir Harry\u2019s judicial frown. He was beginning to feel a keen interest in the slender, barefoot donkey-girl who slipped in and out of the play, singing, like some one winding through a hilly field. He leaned forward and beamed felicitations as warmly as Mainhall himself when, at the end of the play, she came again and again before the curtain, panting a little and flushed, her eyes dancing and her eager, nervous little mouth tremulous with excitement.", "narrative_information_pred": {"wrinkled": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 9}, "judiciously": {"id": "1", "type": "adverb", "confidence": 9}}, "audio_path": "wavs/1797.alexandersbridge_02_cather_64kb_14.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cYou know Lord Westmere, of course, \u2014 the stooped man with the long gray mustache, talking to Lady Dowle. Lady Westmere is very fond of Hilda.\u201d", "start_byte": 30570, "end_byte": 30713, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 502.20500000000004, "cut_end_time": 509.6900625, "narration": {"text": "Sir Harry Towne bowed and said that he had met Mr. Alexander and his wife in Tokyo.", "cut_start_time": 470.39500000000004, "cut_end_time": 474.37, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/1797.alexandersbridge_02_cather_64kb_15.flac"}, "context": "\u201cI say, Sir Harry, the little girl\u2019s going famously to-night, isn\u2019t she?\u201d\n\nSir Harry wrinkled his brows judiciously. \u201cDo you know, I thought the dance a bit conscious to-night, for the first time. The fact is, she\u2019s feeling rather seedy, poor child. Westmere and I were back after the first act, and we thought she seemed quite uncertain of herself. 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He leaned forward and beamed felicitations as warmly as Mainhall himself when, at the end of the play, she came again and again before the curtain, panting a little and flushed, her eyes dancing and her eager, nervous little mouth tremulous with excitement.", "narrative_information_pred": {"whispered": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/1797.alexandersbridge_02_cather_64kb_15.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cThe Cloak of Old Gaul.", "start_byte": 30796, "end_byte": 30819, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 512.975, "cut_end_time": 514.51, "narration": {"text": "When they reached their box the house was darkened and the orchestra was playing", "cut_start_time": 509.65500610351563, "cut_end_time": 513.1000061035156, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/1797.alexandersbridge_02_cather_64kb_16.flac"}, "context": "\u201cDo you know, I thought the dance a bit conscious to-night, for the first time. The fact is, she\u2019s feeling rather seedy, poor child. Westmere and I were back after the first act, and we thought she seemed quite uncertain of herself. A little attack of nerves, possibly.\u201d\n\nHe bowed as the warning bell rang, and Mainhall whispered: \u201cYou know Lord Westmere, of course, \u2014 the stooped man with the long gray mustache, talking to Lady Dowle. Lady Westmere is very fond of Hilda.\u201d\n\nWhen they reached their box the house was darkened and the orchestra was playing <|quote_start|>\u201cThe Cloak of Old Gaul.\u201d<|quote_end|> In a moment Peggy was on the stage again, and Alexander applauded vigorously with the rest. He even leaned forward over the rail a little. For some reason he felt pleased and flattered by the enthusiasm of the audience. In the half-light he looked about at the stalls and boxes and smiled a little consciously, recalling with amusement Sir Harry\u2019s judicial frown. He was beginning to feel a keen interest in the slender, barefoot donkey-girl who slipped in and out of the play, singing, like some one winding through a hilly field. He leaned forward and beamed felicitations as warmly as Mainhall himself when, at the end of the play, she came again and again before the curtain, panting a little and flushed, her eyes dancing and her eager, nervous little mouth tremulous with excitement.", "narrative_information_pred": {"was": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 7}}, "audio_path": "wavs/1797.alexandersbridge_02_cather_64kb_16.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cNo, I think not, though I am glad you ask me. You see, one can\u2019t be jealous about things in general; but about particular, definite, personal things,", "start_byte": 32720, "end_byte": 32870, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 623.1650048828125, "cut_end_time": 631.7600673828125, "narration": {"text": "When they reached their box the house was darkened and the orchestra was playing", "cut_start_time": 509.65500610351563, "cut_end_time": 513.1000061035156, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/1797.alexandersbridge_02_cather_64kb_17.flac"}, "context": "When Alexander returned to his hotel \u2014 he shook Mainhall at the door of the theatre \u2014 he had some supper brought up to his room, and it was late before he went to bed. He had not thought of Hilda Burgoyne for years; indeed, he had almost forgotten her. He had last written to her from Canada, after he first met Winifred, telling her that everything was changed with him \u2014 that he had met a woman whom he would marry if he could; if he could not, then all the more was everything changed for him. Hilda had never replied to his letter. He felt guilty and unhappy about her for a time, but after Winifred promised to marry him he really forgot Hilda altogether. When he wrote her that everything was changed for him, he was telling the truth. After he met Winifred Pemberton he seemed to himself like a different man. One night when he and Winifred were sitting together on the bridge, he told her that things had happened while he was studying abroad that he was sorry for, \u2014 one thing in particular, \u2014 and he asked her whether she thought she ought to know about them. She considered a moment and then said <|quote_start|>\u201cNo, I think not, though I am glad you ask me. You see, one can\u2019t be jealous about things in general; but about particular, definite, personal things,\u201d<|quote_end|> \u2014 here she had thrown her hands up to his shoulders with a quick, impulsive gesture \u2014 \u201coh, about those I should be very jealous. I should torture myself \u2014 I couldn\u2019t help it.\u201d After that it was easy to forget, actually to forget. He wondered to-night, as he poured his wine, how many times he had thought of Hilda in the last ten years. He had been in London more or less, but he had never happened to hear of her. \u201cAll the same,\u201d he lifted his glass, \u201chere\u2019s to you, little Hilda. You\u2019ve made things come your way, and I never thought you\u2019d do it.", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/1797.alexandersbridge_02_cather_64kb_17.flac"}, {"text": "\u201coh, about those I should be very jealous. I should torture myself \u2014 I couldn\u2019t help it.", "start_byte": 32958, "end_byte": 33046, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 636.85501953125, "cut_end_time": 641.86008203125, "narration": {"text": " he lifted his glass, \u201chere\u2019s to you, little Hilda. You\u2019ve made things come your way, and I never thought you\u2019d do it.", "cut_start_time": 657.8550048828125, "cut_end_time": 664.5100048828125, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/1797.alexandersbridge_02_cather_64kb_18.flac"}, "context": "When Alexander returned to his hotel \u2014 he shook Mainhall at the door of the theatre \u2014 he had some supper brought up to his room, and it was late before he went to bed. He had not thought of Hilda Burgoyne for years; indeed, he had almost forgotten her. He had last written to her from Canada, after he first met Winifred, telling her that everything was changed with him \u2014 that he had met a woman whom he would marry if he could; if he could not, then all the more was everything changed for him. Hilda had never replied to his letter. He felt guilty and unhappy about her for a time, but after Winifred promised to marry him he really forgot Hilda altogether. When he wrote her that everything was changed for him, he was telling the truth. After he met Winifred Pemberton he seemed to himself like a different man. One night when he and Winifred were sitting together on the bridge, he told her that things had happened while he was studying abroad that he was sorry for, \u2014 one thing in particular, \u2014 and he asked her whether she thought she ought to know about them. She considered a moment and then said \u201cNo, I think not, though I am glad you ask me. 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She hadn\u2019t much ambition then, and she was too fond of trifles. She must care about the theatre a great deal more than she used to. Perhaps she has me to thank for something, after all. Sometimes a little jolt like that does one good. She was a daft, generous little thing. I\u2019m glad she\u2019s held her own since. After all, we were awfully young. It was youth and poverty and proximity, and everything was young and kindly. I shouldn\u2019t wonder if she could laugh about it with me now. I shouldn\u2019t wonder \u2014 But they\u2019ve probably spoiled her, so that she\u2019d be tiresome if one met her again.\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/1797.alexandersbridge_02_cather_64kb_18.flac"}]}

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Outside there were window boxes, painted white and full of flowers. Bartley was making a third round of the Square when he heard the far-flung hoof-beats of a hansom-cab horse, driven rapidly. He looked at his watch, and was astonished to find that it was a few minutes after twelve. He turned and walked back along the iron railing as the cab came up to Hilda\u2019s number and stopped. The hansom must have been one that she employed regularly, for she did not stop to pay the driver. She stepped out quickly and lightly. He heard her cheerful <|quote_start|>\u201cGood-night, cabby,\u201d<|quote_end|> as she ran up the steps and opened the door with a latchkey. In a few moments the lights flared up brightly behind the white curtains, and as he walked away he heard a window raised. But he had gone too far to look up without turning round. He went back to his hotel, feeling that he had had a good evening, and he slept well.\n\nFor the next few days Alexander was very busy. 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Her primrose satin gown seemed like a soft sheath for her slender, supple figure, and its delicate color suited her white Irish skin and brown hair. Whatever she wore, people felt the charm of her active, girlish body with its slender hips and quick, eager shoulders. Alexander heard little of the story, but he watched Hilda intently. She must certainly, he reflected, be thirty, and he was honestly delighted to see that the years had treated her so indulgently. If her face had changed at all, it was in a slight hardening of the mouth \u2014 still eager enough to be very disconcerting at times, he felt \u2014 and in an added air of self-possession and self-reliance. 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Aren\u2019t you tremendously pleased with yourself?\u201d", "start_byte": 48451, "end_byte": 48554, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 857.4750073242187, "cut_end_time": 861.9100073242188, "narration": {"text": "She looked at him frankly and cordially, as if he were indeed merely an old friend whom she was glad to meet again.", "cut_start_time": 835.2849780273438, "cut_end_time": 841.3300405273437, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/1797.alexandersbridge_03_cather_64kb_8.flac"}, "context": "\u201cI thought I saw you in MacConnell\u2019s box with Mainhall one evening, but I supposed you had left town before this.\u201d\n\nShe looked at him frankly and cordially, as if he were indeed merely an old friend whom she was glad to meet again.\n\n\u201cNo, I\u2019ve been mooning about here.\u201d\n\nHilda laughed gayly. \u201cMooning! I see you mooning! You must be the busiest man in the world. Time and success have done well by you, you know. 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Mainhall offered to take me. But you must know that I\u2019ve been in London several times within the last few years, and you might very well think that just now is a rather inopportune time \u2014 \u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {"exclaimed": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/1797.alexandersbridge_03_cather_64kb_10.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cWell, I think we won\u2019t talk about bridges here, at any rate.", "start_byte": 49251, "end_byte": 49312, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 901.2650268554688, "cut_end_time": 903.7700268554688, "narration": {"text": "She looked at him frankly and cordially, as if he were indeed merely an old friend whom she was glad to meet again.", "cut_start_time": 835.2849780273438, "cut_end_time": 841.3300405273437, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/1797.alexandersbridge_03_cather_64kb_11.flac"}, "context": "\u201cOh, so-so. But I want to hear about you. Several years ago I read such a lot in the papers about the wonderful things you did in Japan, and how the Emperor decorated you. What was it, Commander of the Order of the Rising Sun? That sounds like \u2018The Mikado.\u2019 And what about your new bridge \u2014 in Canada, isn\u2019t it, and it\u2019s to be the longest one in the world and has some queer name I can\u2019t remember.\u201d\n\nBartley shook his head and smiled drolly. \u201cSince when have you been interested in bridges? Or have you learned to be interested in everything? And is that a part of success?\u201d\n\n\u201cWhy, how absurd! 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But you must know that I\u2019ve been in London several times within the last few years, and you might very well think that just now is a rather inopportune time \u2014 \u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {"looked": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 9}}, "audio_path": "wavs/1797.alexandersbridge_03_cather_64kb_11.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cBut I wonder whether you\u2019d think me impertinent if I asked you to let me come to see you sometime and tell you about them?\u201d", "start_byte": 49432, "end_byte": 49556, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 909.765029296875, "cut_end_time": 915.060029296875, "narration": {"text": "\u201cI know. Mainhall offered to take me. 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But you must know that I\u2019ve been in London several times within the last few years, and you might very well think that just now is a rather inopportune time \u2014 \u201d", "cut_start_time": 920.045009765625, "cut_end_time": 928.970009765625, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/1797.alexandersbridge_03_cather_64kb_13.flac"}, "context": "\u201cSince when have you been interested in bridges? Or have you learned to be interested in everything? And is that a part of success?\u201d\n\n\u201cWhy, how absurd! As if I were not always interested!\u201d Hilda exclaimed.\n\n\u201cWell, I think we won\u2019t talk about bridges here, at any rate.\u201d Bartley looked down at the toe of her yellow slipper which was tapping the rug impatiently under the hem of her gown. \u201cBut I wonder whether you\u2019d think me impertinent if I asked you to let me come to see you sometime and tell you about them?\u201d\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cWhy should I? 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Don\u2019t you suppose it gives me any pleasure to do something that people like?\u201d", "start_byte": 49841, "end_byte": 50128, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 930.254990234375, "cut_end_time": 944.240115234375, "narration": {"text": "\u201cI know. Mainhall offered to take me. But you must know that I\u2019ve been in London several times within the last few years, and you might very well think that just now is a rather inopportune time \u2014 \u201d", "cut_start_time": 920.045009765625, "cut_end_time": 928.970009765625, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/1797.alexandersbridge_03_cather_64kb_14.flac"}, "context": "\u201d Bartley looked down at the toe of her yellow slipper which was tapping the rug impatiently under the hem of her gown. \u201cBut I wonder whether you\u2019d think me impertinent if I asked you to let me come to see you sometime and tell you about them?\u201d\n\n\u201cWhy should I? Ever so many people come on Sunday afternoons.\u201d\n\n\u201cI know. 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We understand that, do we not?\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {"cut": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/1797.alexandersbridge_03_cather_64kb_14.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cDoes it? Oh, how fine it all is, your coming on like this! But I didn\u2019t want you to think it was because of that I wanted to see you.", "start_byte": 50130, "end_byte": 50264, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 944.6850244140625, "cut_end_time": 950.9400244140626, "narration": {"text": "\u201cI know. Mainhall offered to take me. But you must know that I\u2019ve been in London several times within the last few years, and you might very well think that just now is a rather inopportune time \u2014 \u201d", "cut_start_time": 920.045009765625, "cut_end_time": 928.970009765625, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/1797.alexandersbridge_03_cather_64kb_15.flac"}, "context": "\u201cI know. Mainhall offered to take me. But you must know that I\u2019ve been in London several times within the last few years, and you might very well think that just now is a rather inopportune time \u2014 \u201d\n\nShe cut him short. \u201cNonsense. One of the pleasantest things about success is that it makes people want to look one up, if that\u2019s what you mean. I\u2019m like every one else \u2014 more agreeable to meet when things are going well with me. Don\u2019t you suppose it gives me any pleasure to do something that people like?\u201d\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cDoes it? Oh, how fine it all is, your coming on like this! But I didn\u2019t want you to think it was because of that I wanted to see you.\u201d<|quote_end|> He spoke very seriously and looked down at the floor.\n\nHilda studied him in wide-eyed astonishment for a moment, and then broke into a low, amused laugh. \u201cMy dear Mr. Alexander, you have strange delicacies. If you please, that is exactly why you wish to see me. We understand that, do we not?\u201d\n\nBartley looked ruffled and turned the seal ring on his little finger about awkwardly.\n\nHilda leaned back in her chair, watching him indulgently out of her shrewd eyes.", "narrative_information_pred": {"spoke": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}, "seriously": {"id": "1", "type": "adverb", "confidence": 9}}, "audio_path": "wavs/1797.alexandersbridge_03_cather_64kb_15.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cMy dear Mr. Alexander, you have strange delicacies. If you please, that is exactly why you wish to see me. We understand that, do we not?\u201d", "start_byte": 50420, "end_byte": 50559, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 960.214990234375, "cut_end_time": 969.210115234375, "narration": {"text": "Hilda studied him in wide-eyed astonishment for a moment, and then broke into a low, amused laugh.", "cut_start_time": 954.3849731445313, "cut_end_time": 960.3400356445313, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/1797.alexandersbridge_03_cather_64kb_16.flac"}, "context": "\u201cNonsense. One of the pleasantest things about success is that it makes people want to look one up, if that\u2019s what you mean. I\u2019m like every one else \u2014 more agreeable to meet when things are going well with me. Don\u2019t you suppose it gives me any pleasure to do something that people like?\u201d\n\n\u201cDoes it? Oh, how fine it all is, your coming on like this! But I didn\u2019t want you to think it was because of that I wanted to see you.\u201d He spoke very seriously and looked down at the floor.\n\nHilda studied him in wide-eyed astonishment for a moment, and then broke into a low, amused laugh. <|quote_start|>\u201cMy dear Mr. Alexander, you have strange delicacies. If you please, that is exactly why you wish to see me. We understand that, do we not?\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\nBartley looked ruffled and turned the seal ring on his little finger about awkwardly.\n\nHilda leaned back in her chair, watching him indulgently out of her shrewd eyes. \u201cCome, don\u2019t be angry, but don\u2019t try to pose for me, or to be anything but what you are. If you care to come, it\u2019s yourself I\u2019ll be glad to see, and you thinking well of yourself. Don\u2019t try to wear a cloak of humility; it doesn\u2019t become you. Stalk in as you are and don\u2019t make excuses. I\u2019m not accustomed to inquiring into the motives of my guests. That would hardly be safe, even for Lady Walford, in a great house like this.\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {"broke": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 9}, "low": {"id": "1", "type": "adjective", "confidence": 8}, "amused": {"id": "1", "type": "adjective", "confidence": 8}}, "audio_path": "wavs/1797.alexandersbridge_03_cather_64kb_16.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cSunday afternoon, then,", "start_byte": 51158, "end_byte": 51182, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 1001.75498046875, "cut_end_time": 1002.86010546875, "narration": {"text": "Hilda leaned back in her chair, watching him indulgently out of her shrewd eyes.", "cut_start_time": 974.454990234375, "cut_end_time": 977.9200527343751, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/1797.alexandersbridge_03_cather_64kb_17.flac"}, "context": "\u201cCome, don\u2019t be angry, but don\u2019t try to pose for me, or to be anything but what you are. If you care to come, it\u2019s yourself I\u2019ll be glad to see, and you thinking well of yourself. Don\u2019t try to wear a cloak of humility; it doesn\u2019t become you. Stalk in as you are and don\u2019t make excuses. I\u2019m not accustomed to inquiring into the motives of my guests. That would hardly be safe, even for Lady Walford, in a great house like this.\u201d\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cSunday afternoon, then,\u201d<|quote_end|> said Alexander, as she rose to join her hostess. \u201cHow early may I come?\u201d\n\nShe gave him her hand and flushed and laughed. He bent over it a little stiffly. She went away on Lady Walford\u2019s arm, and as he stood watching her yellow train glide down the long floor he looked rather sullen. He felt that he had not come out of it very brilliantly.\n\nCHAPTER IV\n\nOn Sunday afternoon Alexander remembered Miss Burgoyne\u2019s invitation and called at her apartment. He found it a delightful little place and he met charming people there. Hilda lived alone, attended by a very pretty and competent French servant who answered the door and brought in the tea. Alexander arrived early, and some twenty-odd people dropped in during the course of the afternoon. Hugh MacConnell came with his sister, and stood about, managing his tea-cup awkwardly and watching every one out of his deep-set, faded eyes. He seemed to have made a resolute effort at tidiness of attire, and his sister, a robust, florid woman with a splendid joviality about her, kept eyeing his freshly creased clothes apprehensively. It was not very long, indeed, before his coat hung with a discouraged sag from his gaunt shoulders and his hair and beard were rumpled as if he had been out in a gale. His dry humor went under a cloud of absent-minded kindliness which, Mainhall explained, always overtook him here. He was never so witty or so sharp here as elsewhere, and Alexander thought he behaved as if he were an elderly relative come in to a young girl\u2019s party.", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/1797.alexandersbridge_03_cather_64kb_17.flac"}]}

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Hilda was very nice to him, and he sat on the edge of his chair, flushed with his conversational efforts and moving his chin about nervously over his high collar. Sarah Frost, the novelist, came with her husband, a very genial and placid old scholar who had become slightly deranged upon the subject of the fourth dimension. On other matters he was perfectly rational and he was easy and pleasing in conversation. He looked very much like Agassiz, and his wife, in her old-fashioned black silk dress, overskirted and tight-sleeved, reminded Alexander of the early pictures of Mrs. Browning. Hilda seemed particularly fond of this quaint couple, and Bartley himself was so pleased with their mild and thoughtful converse that he took his leave when they did, and walked with them over to Oxford Street, where they waited for their \u2018bus. They asked him to come to see them in Chelsea, and they spoke very tenderly of Hilda. <|quote_start|>\u201cShe\u2019s a dear, unworldly little thing,\u201d<|quote_end|> said the philosopher absently; \u201cmore like the stage people of my young days \u2014 folk of simple manners. There aren\u2019t many such left. American tours have spoiled them, I\u2019m afraid. They have all grown very smart. Lamb wouldn\u2019t care a great deal about many of them, I fancy.\u201d\n\nAlexander went back to Bedford Square a second Sunday afternoon. He had a long talk with MacConnell, but he got no word with Hilda alone, and he left in a discontented state of mind. For the rest of the week he was nervous and unsettled, and kept rushing his work as if he were preparing for immediate departure. On Thursday afternoon he cut short a committee meeting, jumped into a hansom, and drove to Bedford Square. He sent up his card, but it came back to him with a message scribbled across the front.", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}, "absently": {"id": "0", "type": "adverb", "confidence": 9}}, "audio_path": "wavs/1797.alexandersbridge_04_cather_64kb_0.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cmore like the stage people of my young days \u2014 folk of simple manners. There aren\u2019t many such left. American tours have spoiled them, I\u2019m afraid. They have all grown very smart. Lamb wouldn\u2019t care a great deal about many of them, I fancy.\u201d", "start_byte": 53943, "end_byte": 54182, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 159.32500366210937, "cut_end_time": 172.82000366210937, "narration": {"text": "So sorry I can\u2019t see you. Will you come and dine with me Sunday evening at half-past seven?", "cut_start_time": 200.90499572753905, "cut_end_time": 205.70012072753906, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/1797.alexandersbridge_04_cather_64kb_1.flac"}, "context": "The editor of a monthly review came with his wife, and Lady Kildare, the Irish philanthropist, brought her young nephew, Robert Owen, who had come up from Oxford, and who was visibly excited and gratified by his first introduction to Miss Burgoyne. Hilda was very nice to him, and he sat on the edge of his chair, flushed with his conversational efforts and moving his chin about nervously over his high collar. Sarah Frost, the novelist, came with her husband, a very genial and placid old scholar who had become slightly deranged upon the subject of the fourth dimension. On other matters he was perfectly rational and he was easy and pleasing in conversation. He looked very much like Agassiz, and his wife, in her old-fashioned black silk dress, overskirted and tight-sleeved, reminded Alexander of the early pictures of Mrs. Browning. Hilda seemed particularly fond of this quaint couple, and Bartley himself was so pleased with their mild and thoughtful converse that he took his leave when they did, and walked with them over to Oxford Street, where they waited for their \u2018bus. They asked him to come to see them in Chelsea, and they spoke very tenderly of Hilda. \u201cShe\u2019s a dear, unworldly little thing,\u201d said the philosopher absently; <|quote_start|>\u201cmore like the stage people of my young days \u2014 folk of simple manners. There aren\u2019t many such left. American tours have spoiled them, I\u2019m afraid. They have all grown very smart. Lamb wouldn\u2019t care a great deal about many of them, I fancy.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\nAlexander went back to Bedford Square a second Sunday afternoon. He had a long talk with MacConnell, but he got no word with Hilda alone, and he left in a discontented state of mind. For the rest of the week he was nervous and unsettled, and kept rushing his work as if he were preparing for immediate departure. On Thursday afternoon he cut short a committee meeting, jumped into a hansom, and drove to Bedford Square. 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He had a long talk with MacConnell, but he got no word with Hilda alone, and he left in a discontented state of mind. For the rest of the week he was nervous and unsettled, and kept rushing his work as if he were preparing for immediate departure. On Thursday afternoon he cut short a committee meeting, jumped into a hansom, and drove to Bedford Square. He sent up his card, but it came back to him with a message scribbled across the front.\n\nSo sorry I can\u2019t see you. Will you come and dine with me Sunday evening at half-past seven?\n\nH.B.\n\nWhen Bartley arrived at Bedford Square on Sunday evening, Marie, the pretty little French girl, met him at the door and conducted him upstairs. Hilda was writing in her living-room, under the light of a tall desk lamp. Bartley recognized the primrose satin gown she had worn that first evening at Lady Walford\u2019s.\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cI\u2019m so pleased that you think me worth that yellow dress, you know,\u201d<|quote_end|> he said, taking her hand and looking her over admiringly from the toes of her canary slippers to her smoothly parted brown hair. \u201cYes, it\u2019s very, very pretty. Every one at Lady Walford\u2019s was looking at it.\u201d\n\nHilda curtsied. \u201cIs that why you think it pretty? I\u2019ve no need for fine clothes in Mac\u2019s play this time, so I can afford a few duddies for myself. It\u2019s owing to that same chance, by the way, that I am able to ask you to dinner. I don\u2019t need Marie to dress me this season, so she keeps house for me, and my little Galway girl has gone home for a visit. I should never have asked you if Molly had been here, for I remember you don\u2019t like English cookery.\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}, "admiringly": {"id": "1", "type": "adverb", "confidence": 9}}, "audio_path": "wavs/1797.alexandersbridge_04_cather_64kb_2.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cYes, it\u2019s very, very pretty. Every one at Lady Walford\u2019s was looking at it.\u201d", "start_byte": 55305, "end_byte": 55382, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 234.03499633789062, "cut_end_time": 237.80012133789063, "narration": {"text": " he said, taking her hand and looking her over admiringly from the toes of her canary slippers to her smoothly parted brown hair.", "cut_start_time": 226.69500122070312, "cut_end_time": 233.70000122070311, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/1797.alexandersbridge_04_cather_64kb_3.flac"}, "context": "When Bartley arrived at Bedford Square on Sunday evening, Marie, the pretty little French girl, met him at the door and conducted him upstairs. Hilda was writing in her living-room, under the light of a tall desk lamp. 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I should never have asked you if Molly had been here, for I remember you don\u2019t like English cookery.\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}, "taking": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 9}, "admiringly": {"id": "1", "type": "adverb", "confidence": 9}}, "audio_path": "wavs/1797.alexandersbridge_04_cather_64kb_3.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cI haven\u2019t had a chance yet to tell you what a jolly little place I think this is. Where did you get those etchings? They\u2019re quite unusual, aren\u2019t they?\u201d", "start_byte": 55896, "end_byte": 56049, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 266.7750024414063, "cut_end_time": 274.1000024414063, "narration": {"text": " he said, taking her hand and looking her over admiringly from the toes of her canary slippers to her smoothly parted brown hair.", "cut_start_time": 226.69500122070312, "cut_end_time": 233.70000122070311, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/1797.alexandersbridge_04_cather_64kb_4.flac"}, "context": "\u201cIs that why you think it pretty? I\u2019ve no need for fine clothes in Mac\u2019s play this time, so I can afford a few duddies for myself. It\u2019s owing to that same chance, by the way, that I am able to ask you to dinner. I don\u2019t need Marie to dress me this season, so she keeps house for me, and my little Galway girl has gone home for a visit. I should never have asked you if Molly had been here, for I remember you don\u2019t like English cookery.\u201d\n\nAlexander walked about the room, looking at everything.\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cI haven\u2019t had a chance yet to tell you what a jolly little place I think this is. Where did you get those etchings? They\u2019re quite unusual, aren\u2019t they?\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\n\u201cLady Westmere sent them to me from Rome last Christmas. She is very much interested in the American artist who did them. They are all sketches made about the Villa d\u2019Este, you see. He painted that group of cypresses for the Salon, and it was bought for the Luxembourg.\u201d\n\nAlexander walked over to the bookcases. \u201cIt\u2019s the air of the whole place here that I like. You haven\u2019t got anything that doesn\u2019t belong. Seems to me it looks particularly well to-night. And you have so many flowers. I like these little yellow irises.\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {}, "audio_path": "wavs/1797.alexandersbridge_04_cather_64kb_4.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cLady Westmere sent them to me from Rome last Christmas. She is very much interested in the American artist who did them. They are all sketches made about the Villa d\u2019Este, you see. He painted that group of cypresses for the Salon, and it was bought for the Luxembourg.\u201d", "start_byte": 56051, "end_byte": 56321, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 274.55498535156255, "cut_end_time": 287.96004785156254, "narration": {"text": " he said, taking her hand and looking her over admiringly from the toes of her canary slippers to her smoothly parted brown hair.", "cut_start_time": 226.69500122070312, "cut_end_time": 233.70000122070311, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/1797.alexandersbridge_04_cather_64kb_5.flac"}, "context": "\u201cIs that why you think it pretty? I\u2019ve no need for fine clothes in Mac\u2019s play this time, so I can afford a few duddies for myself. It\u2019s owing to that same chance, by the way, that I am able to ask you to dinner. I don\u2019t need Marie to dress me this season, so she keeps house for me, and my little Galway girl has gone home for a visit. I should never have asked you if Molly had been here, for I remember you don\u2019t like English cookery.\u201d\n\nAlexander walked about the room, looking at everything.\n\n\u201cI haven\u2019t had a chance yet to tell you what a jolly little place I think this is. Where did you get those etchings? They\u2019re quite unusual, aren\u2019t they?\u201d\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cLady Westmere sent them to me from Rome last Christmas. She is very much interested in the American artist who did them. They are all sketches made about the Villa d\u2019Este, you see. He painted that group of cypresses for the Salon, and it was bought for the Luxembourg.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\nAlexander walked over to the bookcases. \u201cIt\u2019s the air of the whole place here that I like. You haven\u2019t got anything that doesn\u2019t belong. Seems to me it looks particularly well to-night. And you have so many flowers. I like these little yellow irises.\u201d\n\n\u201cRooms always look better by lamplight \u2014 in London, at least. Though Marie is clean \u2014 really clean, as the French are. Why do you look at the flowers so critically? Marie got them all fresh in Covent Garden market yesterday morning.\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {}, "audio_path": "wavs/1797.alexandersbridge_04_cather_64kb_5.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cIt\u2019s the air of the whole place here that I like. You haven\u2019t got anything that doesn\u2019t belong. Seems to me it looks particularly well to-night. And you have so many flowers. I like these little yellow irises.\u201d", "start_byte": 56363, "end_byte": 56574, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 291.1850134277344, "cut_end_time": 302.5100134277344, "narration": {"text": " he said, taking her hand and looking her over admiringly from the toes of her canary slippers to her smoothly parted brown hair.", "cut_start_time": 226.69500122070312, "cut_end_time": 233.70000122070311, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/1797.alexandersbridge_04_cather_64kb_6.flac"}, "context": "\u201cI haven\u2019t had a chance yet to tell you what a jolly little place I think this is. Where did you get those etchings? They\u2019re quite unusual, aren\u2019t they?\u201d\n\n\u201cLady Westmere sent them to me from Rome last Christmas. She is very much interested in the American artist who did them. They are all sketches made about the Villa d\u2019Este, you see. He painted that group of cypresses for the Salon, and it was bought for the Luxembourg.\u201d\n\nAlexander walked over to the bookcases. <|quote_start|>\u201cIt\u2019s the air of the whole place here that I like. You haven\u2019t got anything that doesn\u2019t belong. Seems to me it looks particularly well to-night. And you have so many flowers. I like these little yellow irises.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\n\u201cRooms always look better by lamplight \u2014 in London, at least. Though Marie is clean \u2014 really clean, as the French are. Why do you look at the flowers so critically? Marie got them all fresh in Covent Garden market yesterday morning.\u201d\n\n\u201cI\u2019m glad,\u201d said Alexander simply. \u201cI can\u2019t tell you how glad I am to have you so pretty and comfortable here, and to hear every one saying such nice things about you. You\u2019ve got awfully nice friends,\u201d he added humbly, picking up a little jade elephant from her desk.", "narrative_information_pred": {}, "audio_path": "wavs/1797.alexandersbridge_04_cather_64kb_6.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cRooms always look better by lamplight \u2014 in London, at least. Though Marie is clean \u2014 really clean, as the French are. Why do you look at the flowers so critically? Marie got them all fresh in Covent Garden market yesterday morning.\u201d", "start_byte": 56576, "end_byte": 56809, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 303.0049877929688, "cut_end_time": 315.8400502929688, "narration": {"text": " he said, taking her hand and looking her over admiringly from the toes of her canary slippers to her smoothly parted brown hair.", "cut_start_time": 226.69500122070312, "cut_end_time": 233.70000122070311, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/1797.alexandersbridge_04_cather_64kb_7.flac"}, "context": "\u201cLady Westmere sent them to me from Rome last Christmas. She is very much interested in the American artist who did them. They are all sketches made about the Villa d\u2019Este, you see. He painted that group of cypresses for the Salon, and it was bought for the Luxembourg.\u201d\n\nAlexander walked over to the bookcases. \u201cIt\u2019s the air of the whole place here that I like. You haven\u2019t got anything that doesn\u2019t belong. Seems to me it looks particularly well to-night. And you have so many flowers. I like these little yellow irises.\u201d\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cRooms always look better by lamplight \u2014 in London, at least. Though Marie is clean \u2014 really clean, as the French are. Why do you look at the flowers so critically? Marie got them all fresh in Covent Garden market yesterday morning.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\n\u201cI\u2019m glad,\u201d said Alexander simply. \u201cI can\u2019t tell you how glad I am to have you so pretty and comfortable here, and to hear every one saying such nice things about you. You\u2019ve got awfully nice friends,\u201d he added humbly, picking up a little jade elephant from her desk. \u201cThose fellows are all very loyal, even Mainhall. They don\u2019t talk of any one else as they do of you.\u201d\n\nHilda sat down on the couch and said seriously:", "narrative_information_pred": {}, "audio_path": "wavs/1797.alexandersbridge_04_cather_64kb_7.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cI can\u2019t tell you how glad I am to have you so pretty and comfortable here, and to hear every one saying such nice things about you. You\u2019ve got awfully nice friends,", "start_byte": 56846, "end_byte": 57011, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 318.3850036621094, "cut_end_time": 325.8200036621094, "narration": {"text": " he said, taking her hand and looking her over admiringly from the toes of her canary slippers to her smoothly parted brown hair.", "cut_start_time": 226.69500122070312, "cut_end_time": 233.70000122070311, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/1797.alexandersbridge_04_cather_64kb_8.flac"}, "context": "\u201cIt\u2019s the air of the whole place here that I like. You haven\u2019t got anything that doesn\u2019t belong. Seems to me it looks particularly well to-night. And you have so many flowers. I like these little yellow irises.\u201d\n\n\u201cRooms always look better by lamplight \u2014 in London, at least. Though Marie is clean \u2014 really clean, as the French are. Why do you look at the flowers so critically? 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I\u2019ve managed to save something every year, and that with helping my three sisters now and then, and tiding poor Cousin Mike over bad seasons. He\u2019s that gifted, you know, but he will drink and loses more good engagements than other fellows ever get. And I\u2019ve traveled a bit, too.\u201d\n\nMarie opened the door and smilingly announced that dinner was served.\n\n\u201cMy dining-room,\u201d Hilda explained, as she led the way, <|quote_start|>\u201cis the tiniest place you have ever seen.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\nIt was a tiny room, hung all round with French prints, above which ran a shelf full of china. Hilda saw Alexander look up at it.\n\n\u201cIt\u2019s not particularly rare,\u201d she said, \u201cbut some of it was my mother\u2019s. Heaven knows how she managed to keep it whole, through all our wanderings, or in what baskets and bundles and theatre trunks it hasn\u2019t been stowed away. 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I\u2019ve managed to save something every year, and that with helping my three sisters now and then, and tiding poor Cousin Mike over bad seasons. He\u2019s that gifted, you know, but he will drink and loses more good engagements than other fellows ever get. And I\u2019ve traveled a bit, too.\u201d\n\nMarie opened the door and smilingly announced that dinner was served.\n\n\u201cMy dining-room,\u201d Hilda explained, as she led the way, \u201cis the tiniest place you have ever seen.\u201d\n\nIt was a tiny room, hung all round with French prints, above which ran a shelf full of china. Hilda saw Alexander look up at it.\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cIt\u2019s not particularly rare,\u201d<|quote_end|> she said, \u201cbut some of it was my mother\u2019s. Heaven knows how she managed to keep it whole, through all our wanderings, or in what baskets and bundles and theatre trunks it hasn\u2019t been stowed away. 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We always had our tea out of those blue cups when I was a little girl, sometimes in the queerest lodgings, and sometimes on a trunk at the theatre \u2014 queer theatres, for that matter.\u201d", "start_byte": 57971, "end_byte": 58339, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 380.02500000000003, "cut_end_time": 398.27000000000004, "narration": {"text": "It was a tiny room, hung all round with French prints, above which ran a shelf full of china. Hilda saw Alexander look up at it.", "cut_start_time": 369.5650036621094, "cut_end_time": 377.43006616210937, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/1797.alexandersbridge_04_cather_64kb_12.flac"}, "context": "\u201cI\u2019ve a neat little sum in the bank, too, now, and I own a mite of a hut in Galway. It\u2019s not worth much, but I love it. I\u2019ve managed to save something every year, and that with helping my three sisters now and then, and tiding poor Cousin Mike over bad seasons. 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There was watercress soup, and sole, and a delightful omelette stuffed with mushrooms and truffles, and two small rare ducklings, and artichokes, and a dry yellow Rhone wine of which Bartley had always been very fond. He drank it appreciatively and remarked that there was still no other he liked so well.\n\n\u201cI have some champagne for you, too. I don\u2019t drink it myself, but I like to see it behave when it\u2019s poured. There is nothing else that looks so jolly.\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/1797.alexandersbridge_04_cather_64kb_12.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cI have some champagne for you, too. I don\u2019t drink it myself, but I like to see it behave when it\u2019s poured. 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I wanted you always to be happy and handsome and successful \u2014 to have all the things that a great man ought to have, and, once in a way, the careless holidays that great men are not permitted.\u201d\n\nBartley gave a bitter little laugh, and Hilda looked up and read in the deepening lines of his face that youth and Bartley would not much longer struggle together.\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cI understand, Bartley. I was wrong. But I didn\u2019t know. You\u2019ve only to tell me now. What must I do that I\u2019ve not done, or what must I not do?\u201d<|quote_end|> She listened intently, but she heard nothing but the creaking of his chair. \u201cYou want me to say it?\u201d she whispered. \u201cYou want to tell me that you can only see me like this, as old friends do, or out in the world among people? I can do that.\u201d\n\n\u201cI can\u2019t,\u201d he said heavily.\n\nHilda shivered and sat still. 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Bartley leaned his head in his hands and spoke through his teeth.", "cut_start_time": 417.2650085449219, "cut_end_time": 422.7400085449219, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/1797.alexandersbridge_06_cather_64kb_25.flac"}, "context": "\u201cYou see, my mistake was in wanting you to have everything. I wanted you to eat all the cakes and have them, too. I somehow believed that I could take all the bad consequences for you. I wanted you always to be happy and handsome and successful \u2014 to have all the things that a great man ought to have, and, once in a way, the careless holidays that great men are not permitted.\u201d\n\nBartley gave a bitter little laugh, and Hilda looked up and read in the deepening lines of his face that youth and Bartley would not much longer struggle together.\n\n\u201cI understand, Bartley. I was wrong. But I didn\u2019t know. You\u2019ve only to tell me now. 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Bartley leaned his head in his hands and spoke through his teeth.", "cut_start_time": 417.2650085449219, "cut_end_time": 422.7400085449219, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/1797.alexandersbridge_06_cather_64kb_26.flac"}, "context": "Bartley gave a bitter little laugh, and Hilda looked up and read in the deepening lines of his face that youth and Bartley would not much longer struggle together.\n\n\u201cI understand, Bartley. I was wrong. But I didn\u2019t know. You\u2019ve only to tell me now. What must I do that I\u2019ve not done, or what must I not do?\u201d She listened intently, but she heard nothing but the creaking of his chair. \u201cYou want me to say it?\u201d she whispered. <|quote_start|>\u201cYou want to tell me that you can only see me like this, as old friends do, or out in the world among people? I can do that.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\n\u201cI can\u2019t,\u201d he said heavily.\n\nHilda shivered and sat still. Bartley leaned his head in his hands and spoke through his teeth. \u201cIt\u2019s got to be a clean break, Hilda. I can\u2019t see you at all, anywhere. What I mean is that I want you to promise never to see me again, no matter how often I come, no matter how hard I beg.\u201d\n\nHilda sprang up like a flame. She stood over him with her hands clenched at her side, her body rigid.", "narrative_information_pred": {"whispered": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/1797.alexandersbridge_06_cather_64kb_26.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cIt\u2019s got to be a clean break, Hilda. I can\u2019t see you at all, anywhere. What I mean is that I want you to promise never to see me again, no matter how often I come, no matter how hard I beg.\u201d", "start_byte": 92293, "end_byte": 92484, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 423.25499145507814, "cut_end_time": 434.70005395507815, "narration": {"text": "Hilda shivered and sat still. Bartley leaned his head in his hands and spoke through his teeth.", "cut_start_time": 417.2650085449219, "cut_end_time": 422.7400085449219, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/1797.alexandersbridge_06_cather_64kb_27.flac"}, "context": "\u201cI understand, Bartley. I was wrong. But I didn\u2019t know. You\u2019ve only to tell me now. What must I do that I\u2019ve not done, or what must I not do?\u201d She listened intently, but she heard nothing but the creaking of his chair. \u201cYou want me to say it?\u201d she whispered. \u201cYou want to tell me that you can only see me like this, as old friends do, or out in the world among people? I can do that.\u201d\n\n\u201cI can\u2019t,\u201d he said heavily.\n\nHilda shivered and sat still. Bartley leaned his head in his hands and spoke through his teeth. <|quote_start|>\u201cIt\u2019s got to be a clean break, Hilda. I can\u2019t see you at all, anywhere. What I mean is that I want you to promise never to see me again, no matter how often I come, no matter how hard I beg.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\nHilda sprang up like a flame. She stood over him with her hands clenched at her side, her body rigid.\n\n\u201cNo!\u201d she gasped. \u201cIt\u2019s too late to ask that. Do you hear me, Bartley? It\u2019s too late. I won\u2019t promise. It\u2019s abominable of you to ask me. Keep away if you wish; when have I ever followed you? But, if you come to me, I\u2019ll do as I see fit. The shamefulness of your asking me to do that! If you come to me, I\u2019ll do as I see fit. Do you understand? Bartley, you\u2019re cowardly!\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {"spoke": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}, "through": {"id": "1", "type": "preposition", "confidence": 0}, "teeth": {"id": "1", "type": "noun", "confidence": 0}}, "audio_path": "wavs/1797.alexandersbridge_06_cather_64kb_27.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cYes, I know I\u2019m cowardly. I\u2019m afraid of myself. I don\u2019t trust myself any more. I carried it all lightly enough at first, but now I don\u2019t dare trifle with it. It\u2019s getting the better of me. It\u2019s different now. I\u2019m growing older, and you\u2019ve got my young self here with you. It\u2019s through him that I\u2019ve come to wish for you all and all the time.", "start_byte": 93003, "end_byte": 93345, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 466.00499633789065, "cut_end_time": 485.8000588378907, "narration": {"text": "Bartley turned away and sank down in his chair again. Hilda sat on the arm of it and put her hands lightly on his shoulders.", "cut_start_time": 509.8349890136719, "cut_end_time": 515.8400515136719, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/1797.alexandersbridge_06_cather_64kb_28.flac"}, "context": "\u201cIt\u2019s too late to ask that. Do you hear me, Bartley? It\u2019s too late. I won\u2019t promise. It\u2019s abominable of you to ask me. Keep away if you wish; when have I ever followed you? But, if you come to me, I\u2019ll do as I see fit. The shamefulness of your asking me to do that! If you come to me, I\u2019ll do as I see fit. Do you understand? Bartley, you\u2019re cowardly!\u201d\n\nAlexander rose and shook himself angrily. <|quote_start|>\u201cYes, I know I\u2019m cowardly. I\u2019m afraid of myself. I don\u2019t trust myself any more. I carried it all lightly enough at first, but now I don\u2019t dare trifle with it. It\u2019s getting the better of me. It\u2019s different now. I\u2019m growing older, and you\u2019ve got my young self here with you. It\u2019s through him that I\u2019ve come to wish for you all and all the time.\u201d<|quote_end|> He took her roughly in his arms. \u201cDo you know what I mean?\u201d\n\nHilda held her face back from him and began to cry bitterly. \u201cOh, Bartley, what am I to do? Why didn\u2019t you let me be angry with you? You ask me to stay away from you because you want me! And I\u2019ve got nobody but you. I will do anything you say \u2014 but that! I will ask the least imaginable, but I must have something!\u201d\n\nBartley turned away and sank down in his chair again. Hilda sat on the arm of it and put her hands lightly on his shoulders.", "narrative_information_pred": {"rose": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 9}, "shook": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 9}, "angrily": {"id": "1", "type": "adverb", "confidence": 9}}, "audio_path": "wavs/1797.alexandersbridge_06_cather_64kb_28.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cDo you know what I mean?\u201d", "start_byte": 93380, "end_byte": 93406, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 487.4150024414063, "cut_end_time": 488.56000244140625, "narration": {"text": "Bartley turned away and sank down in his chair again. Hilda sat on the arm of it and put her hands lightly on his shoulders.", "cut_start_time": 509.8349890136719, "cut_end_time": 515.8400515136719, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/1797.alexandersbridge_06_cather_64kb_29.flac"}, "context": "Alexander rose and shook himself angrily. \u201cYes, I know I\u2019m cowardly. I\u2019m afraid of myself. I don\u2019t trust myself any more. I carried it all lightly enough at first, but now I don\u2019t dare trifle with it. It\u2019s getting the better of me. It\u2019s different now. I\u2019m growing older, and you\u2019ve got my young self here with you. It\u2019s through him that I\u2019ve come to wish for you all and all the time.\u201d He took her roughly in his arms. <|quote_start|>\u201cDo you know what I mean?\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\nHilda held her face back from him and began to cry bitterly. \u201cOh, Bartley, what am I to do? Why didn\u2019t you let me be angry with you? You ask me to stay away from you because you want me! And I\u2019ve got nobody but you. I will do anything you say \u2014 but that! I will ask the least imaginable, but I must have something!\u201d\n\nBartley turned away and sank down in his chair again. Hilda sat on the arm of it and put her hands lightly on his shoulders.", "narrative_information_pred": {"took": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 9}, "roughly": {"id": "0", "type": "adverb", "confidence": 9}}, "audio_path": "wavs/1797.alexandersbridge_06_cather_64kb_29.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cOh, Bartley, what am I to do? Why didn\u2019t you let me be angry with you? You ask me to stay away from you because you want me! And I\u2019ve got nobody but you. I will do anything you say \u2014 but that! I will ask the least imaginable, but I must have something!\u201d", "start_byte": 93469, "end_byte": 93723, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 492.5249987792969, "cut_end_time": 508.6100612792969, "narration": {"text": "Bartley turned away and sank down in his chair again. Hilda sat on the arm of it and put her hands lightly on his shoulders.", "cut_start_time": 509.8349890136719, "cut_end_time": 515.8400515136719, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/1797.alexandersbridge_06_cather_64kb_30.flac"}, "context": "\u201cYes, I know I\u2019m cowardly. I\u2019m afraid of myself. I don\u2019t trust myself any more. I carried it all lightly enough at first, but now I don\u2019t dare trifle with it. It\u2019s getting the better of me. It\u2019s different now. I\u2019m growing older, and you\u2019ve got my young self here with you. It\u2019s through him that I\u2019ve come to wish for you all and all the time.\u201d He took her roughly in his arms. \u201cDo you know what I mean?\u201d\n\nHilda held her face back from him and began to cry bitterly. <|quote_start|>\u201cOh, Bartley, what am I to do? Why didn\u2019t you let me be angry with you? You ask me to stay away from you because you want me! And I\u2019ve got nobody but you. I will do anything you say \u2014 but that! I will ask the least imaginable, but I must have something!\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\nBartley turned away and sank down in his chair again. Hilda sat on the arm of it and put her hands lightly on his shoulders.\n\n\u201cJust something Bartley. I must have you to think of through the months and months of loneliness. I must see you. I must know about you. The sight of you, Bartley, to see you living and happy and successful \u2014 can I never make you understand what that means to me?\u201d She pressed his shoulders gently. \u201cYou see, loving some one as I love you makes the whole world different. If I\u2019d met you later, if I hadn\u2019t loved you so well \u2014 but that\u2019s all over, long ago. Then came all those years without you, lonely and hurt and discouraged; those decent young fellows and poor Mac, and me never heeding \u2014 hard as a steel spring. And then you came back, not caring very much, but it made no difference.\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {"began": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 9}, "cry": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 9}, "bitterly": {"id": "1", "type": "adverb", "confidence": 9}}, "audio_path": "wavs/1797.alexandersbridge_06_cather_64kb_30.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cJust something Bartley. I must have you to think of through the months and months of loneliness. I must see you. I must know about you. The sight of you, Bartley, to see you living and happy and successful \u2014 can I never make you understand what that means to me?", "start_byte": 93851, "end_byte": 94114, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 516.70498046875, "cut_end_time": 532.49010546875, "narration": {"text": "Bartley turned away and sank down in his chair again. Hilda sat on the arm of it and put her hands lightly on his shoulders.", "cut_start_time": 509.8349890136719, "cut_end_time": 515.8400515136719, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/1797.alexandersbridge_06_cather_64kb_31.flac"}, "context": "Hilda held her face back from him and began to cry bitterly. \u201cOh, Bartley, what am I to do? Why didn\u2019t you let me be angry with you? You ask me to stay away from you because you want me! And I\u2019ve got nobody but you. I will do anything you say \u2014 but that! I will ask the least imaginable, but I must have something!\u201d\n\nBartley turned away and sank down in his chair again. Hilda sat on the arm of it and put her hands lightly on his shoulders.\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cJust something Bartley. I must have you to think of through the months and months of loneliness. I must see you. I must know about you. The sight of you, Bartley, to see you living and happy and successful \u2014 can I never make you understand what that means to me?\u201d<|quote_end|> She pressed his shoulders gently. \u201cYou see, loving some one as I love you makes the whole world different. If I\u2019d met you later, if I hadn\u2019t loved you so well \u2014 but that\u2019s all over, long ago. Then came all those years without you, lonely and hurt and discouraged; those decent young fellows and poor Mac, and me never heeding \u2014 hard as a steel spring. And then you came back, not caring very much, but it made no difference.\u201d\n\nShe slid to the floor beside him, as if she were too tired to sit up any longer. Bartley bent over and took her in his arms, kissing her mouth and her wet, tired eyes.", "narrative_information_pred": {"pressed": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 9}, "gently": {"id": "1", "type": "adverb", "confidence": 9}}, "audio_path": "wavs/1797.alexandersbridge_06_cather_64kb_31.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cDon\u2019t cry, don\u2019t cry,", "start_byte": 94712, "end_byte": 94734, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 574.6249975585938, "cut_end_time": 576.0200600585938, "narration": {"text": "Bartley turned away and sank down in his chair again. Hilda sat on the arm of it and put her hands lightly on his shoulders.", "cut_start_time": 509.8349890136719, "cut_end_time": 515.8400515136719, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/1797.alexandersbridge_06_cather_64kb_32.flac"}, "context": "\u201cYou see, loving some one as I love you makes the whole world different. If I\u2019d met you later, if I hadn\u2019t loved you so well \u2014 but that\u2019s all over, long ago. Then came all those years without you, lonely and hurt and discouraged; those decent young fellows and poor Mac, and me never heeding \u2014 hard as a steel spring. And then you came back, not caring very much, but it made no difference.\u201d\n\nShe slid to the floor beside him, as if she were too tired to sit up any longer. Bartley bent over and took her in his arms, kissing her mouth and her wet, tired eyes.\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cDon\u2019t cry, don\u2019t cry,\u201d<|quote_end|> he whispered. \u201cWe\u2019ve tortured each other enough for tonight. Forget everything except that I am here.\u201d\n\n\u201cI think I have forgotten everything but that already,\u201d she murmured. \u201cAh, your dear arms!\u201d\n\nCHAPTER VII\n\nDuring the fortnight that Alexander was in London he drove himself hard. He got through a great deal of personal business and saw a great many men who were doing interesting things in his own profession. He disliked to think of his visits to London as holidays, and when he was there he worked even harder than he did at home.", "narrative_information_pred": {"whispered": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/1797.alexandersbridge_06_cather_64kb_32.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cWe\u2019ve tortured each other enough for tonight. Forget everything except that I am here.\u201d", "start_byte": 94750, "end_byte": 94838, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 577.2050048828125, "cut_end_time": 581.6700048828126, "narration": {"text": "Bartley turned away and sank down in his chair again. Hilda sat on the arm of it and put her hands lightly on his shoulders.", "cut_start_time": 509.8349890136719, "cut_end_time": 515.8400515136719, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/1797.alexandersbridge_06_cather_64kb_33.flac"}, "context": "\u201cYou see, loving some one as I love you makes the whole world different. If I\u2019d met you later, if I hadn\u2019t loved you so well \u2014 but that\u2019s all over, long ago. Then came all those years without you, lonely and hurt and discouraged; those decent young fellows and poor Mac, and me never heeding \u2014 hard as a steel spring. And then you came back, not caring very much, but it made no difference.\u201d\n\nShe slid to the floor beside him, as if she were too tired to sit up any longer. Bartley bent over and took her in his arms, kissing her mouth and her wet, tired eyes.\n\n\u201cDon\u2019t cry, don\u2019t cry,\u201d he whispered. <|quote_start|>\u201cWe\u2019ve tortured each other enough for tonight. Forget everything except that I am here.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\n\u201cI think I have forgotten everything but that already,\u201d she murmured. \u201cAh, your dear arms!\u201d\n\nCHAPTER VII\n\nDuring the fortnight that Alexander was in London he drove himself hard. He got through a great deal of personal business and saw a great many men who were doing interesting things in his own profession. He disliked to think of his visits to London as holidays, and when he was there he worked even harder than he did at home.\n\nThe day before his departure for Liverpool was a singularly fine one. The thick air had cleared overnight in a strong wind which brought in a golden dawn and then fell off to a fresh breeze. When Bartley looked out of his windows from the Savoy, the river was flashing silver and the gray stone along the Embankment was bathed in bright, clear sunshine. London had wakened to life after three weeks of cold and sodden rain. Bartley breakfasted hurriedly and went over his mail while the hotel valet packed his trunks. Then he paid his account and walked rapidly down the Strand past Charing Cross Station. His spirits rose with every step, and when he reached Trafalgar Square, blazing in the sun, with its fountains playing and its column reaching up into the bright air, he signaled to a hansom, and, before he knew what he was about, told the driver to go to Bedford Square by way of the British Museum.", "narrative_information_pred": {"whispered": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/1797.alexandersbridge_06_cather_64kb_33.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cI think I have forgotten everything but that already,", "start_byte": 94840, "end_byte": 94894, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 583.12498046875, "cut_end_time": 585.82004296875, "narration": {"text": "Bartley turned away and sank down in his chair again. Hilda sat on the arm of it and put her hands lightly on his shoulders.", "cut_start_time": 509.8349890136719, "cut_end_time": 515.8400515136719, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/1797.alexandersbridge_06_cather_64kb_34.flac"}, "context": "\u201cYou see, loving some one as I love you makes the whole world different. If I\u2019d met you later, if I hadn\u2019t loved you so well \u2014 but that\u2019s all over, long ago. Then came all those years without you, lonely and hurt and discouraged; those decent young fellows and poor Mac, and me never heeding \u2014 hard as a steel spring. And then you came back, not caring very much, but it made no difference.\u201d\n\nShe slid to the floor beside him, as if she were too tired to sit up any longer. Bartley bent over and took her in his arms, kissing her mouth and her wet, tired eyes.\n\n\u201cDon\u2019t cry, don\u2019t cry,\u201d he whispered. \u201cWe\u2019ve tortured each other enough for tonight. 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London had wakened to life after three weeks of cold and sodden rain. Bartley breakfasted hurriedly and went over his mail while the hotel valet packed his trunks. Then he paid his account and walked rapidly down the Strand past Charing Cross Station. His spirits rose with every step, and when he reached Trafalgar Square, blazing in the sun, with its fountains playing and its column reaching up into the bright air, he signaled to a hansom, and, before he knew what he was about, told the driver to go to Bedford Square by way of the British Museum.\n\nWhen he reached Hilda\u2019s apartment she met him, fresh as the morning itself. Her rooms were flooded with sunshine and full of the flowers he had been sending her. She would never let him give her anything else.\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cAre you busy this morning, Hilda?\u201d<|quote_end|> he asked as he sat down, his hat and gloves in his hand.\n\n\u201cVery. I\u2019ve been up and about three hours, working at my part. We open in February, you know.\u201d\n\n\u201cWell, then you\u2019ve worked enough. And so have I. I\u2019ve seen all my men, my packing is done, and I go up to Liverpool this evening. But this morning we are going to have a holiday. What do you say to a drive out to Kew and Richmond? You may not get another day like this all winter. It\u2019s like a fine April day at home. May I use your telephone? I want to order the carriage.\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {"asked": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/1797.alexandersbridge_07_cather_64kb_0.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cVery. I\u2019ve been up and about three hours, working at my part. We open in February, you know.\u201d", "start_byte": 96487, "end_byte": 96581, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 109.70499847412108, "cut_end_time": 114.90006097412109, "narration": {"text": "Hilda was back in a few moments wearing a long gray squirrel coat and a broad fur hat.", "cut_start_time": 145.8350061035156, "cut_end_time": 149.98000610351562, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/1797.alexandersbridge_07_cather_64kb_1.flac"}, "context": "The day before his departure for Liverpool was a singularly fine one. The thick air had cleared overnight in a strong wind which brought in a golden dawn and then fell off to a fresh breeze. When Bartley looked out of his windows from the Savoy, the river was flashing silver and the gray stone along the Embankment was bathed in bright, clear sunshine. London had wakened to life after three weeks of cold and sodden rain. Bartley breakfasted hurriedly and went over his mail while the hotel valet packed his trunks. Then he paid his account and walked rapidly down the Strand past Charing Cross Station. His spirits rose with every step, and when he reached Trafalgar Square, blazing in the sun, with its fountains playing and its column reaching up into the bright air, he signaled to a hansom, and, before he knew what he was about, told the driver to go to Bedford Square by way of the British Museum.\n\nWhen he reached Hilda\u2019s apartment she met him, fresh as the morning itself. Her rooms were flooded with sunshine and full of the flowers he had been sending her. She would never let him give her anything else.\n\n\u201cAre you busy this morning, Hilda?\u201d he asked as he sat down, his hat and gloves in his hand.\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cVery. I\u2019ve been up and about three hours, working at my part. We open in February, you know.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\n\u201cWell, then you\u2019ve worked enough. And so have I. I\u2019ve seen all my men, my packing is done, and I go up to Liverpool this evening. But this morning we are going to have a holiday. What do you say to a drive out to Kew and Richmond? You may not get another day like this all winter. It\u2019s like a fine April day at home. May I use your telephone? I want to order the carriage.\u201d\n\n\u201cOh, how jolly! There, sit down at the desk. And while you are telephoning I\u2019ll change my dress. I shan\u2019t be long. All the morning papers are on the table.\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {}, "audio_path": "wavs/1797.alexandersbridge_07_cather_64kb_1.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cOh, how jolly! There, sit down at the desk. And while you are telephoning I\u2019ll change my dress. I shan\u2019t be long. 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That\u2019s too often; though I do love to open the boxes, and I take good care of them.\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {}, "audio_path": "wavs/1797.alexandersbridge_07_cather_64kb_2.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cWhy don\u2019t you wear some of those pink roses?", "start_byte": 97236, "end_byte": 97281, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 152.94499572753907, "cut_end_time": 154.98012072753906, "narration": {"text": "Hilda was back in a few moments wearing a long gray squirrel coat and a broad fur hat.", "cut_start_time": 145.8350061035156, "cut_end_time": 149.98000610351562, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/1797.alexandersbridge_07_cather_64kb_3.flac"}, "context": "\u201cWell, then you\u2019ve worked enough. And so have I. I\u2019ve seen all my men, my packing is done, and I go up to Liverpool this evening. But this morning we are going to have a holiday. What do you say to a drive out to Kew and Richmond? You may not get another day like this all winter. It\u2019s like a fine April day at home. May I use your telephone? I want to order the carriage.\u201d\n\n\u201cOh, how jolly! There, sit down at the desk. And while you are telephoning I\u2019ll change my dress. I shan\u2019t be long. All the morning papers are on the table.\u201d\n\nHilda was back in a few moments wearing a long gray squirrel coat and a broad fur hat.\n\nBartley rose and inspected her. <|quote_start|>\u201cWhy don\u2019t you wear some of those pink roses?\u201d<|quote_end|> he asked.\n\n\u201cBut they came only this morning, and they have not even begun to open. I was saving them. I am so unconsciously thrifty!\u201d She laughed as she looked about the room. \u201cYou\u2019ve been sending me far too many flowers, Bartley. New ones every day. That\u2019s too often; though I do love to open the boxes, and I take good care of them.\u201d\n\n\u201cWhy won\u2019t you let me send you any of those jade or ivory things you are so fond of? Or pictures? 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You may not get another day like this all winter. It\u2019s like a fine April day at home. May I use your telephone? I want to order the carriage.\u201d\n\n\u201cOh, how jolly! There, sit down at the desk. And while you are telephoning I\u2019ll change my dress. I shan\u2019t be long. All the morning papers are on the table.\u201d\n\nHilda was back in a few moments wearing a long gray squirrel coat and a broad fur hat.\n\nBartley rose and inspected her. \u201cWhy don\u2019t you wear some of those pink roses?\u201d he asked.\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cBut they came only this morning, and they have not even begun to open. I was saving them. I am so unconsciously thrifty!\u201d<|quote_end|> She laughed as she looked about the room. \u201cYou\u2019ve been sending me far too many flowers, Bartley. New ones every day. 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I believe she used to remember,\u201d Hilda said thoughtfully.\n\n\u201cI hope so. Now let\u2019s go to some awfully jolly place for dinner before we go home. I could eat all the dinners there are in London to-night. Where shall I tell the driver? The Piccadilly Restaurant? The music\u2019s good there.\u201d\n\n\u201cThere are too many people there whom one knows. Why not that little French place in Soho, where we went so often when you were here in the summer? I love it, and I\u2019ve never been there with any one but you. Sometimes I go by myself, when I am particularly lonely.\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {"whispered": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/1797.alexandersbridge_07_cather_64kb_22.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cAll the same, I believe she used to feel it when we stood there and watched her and wished her well. 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Ugh!\u201d\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cAll the same, I believe she used to feel it when we stood there and watched her and wished her well. I believe she used to remember,\u201d<|quote_end|> Hilda said thoughtfully.\n\n\u201cI hope so. Now let\u2019s go to some awfully jolly place for dinner before we go home. I could eat all the dinners there are in London to-night. Where shall I tell the driver? The Piccadilly Restaurant? The music\u2019s good there.\u201d\n\n\u201cThere are too many people there whom one knows. Why not that little French place in Soho, where we went so often when you were here in the summer? I love it, and I\u2019ve never been there with any one but you. Sometimes I go by myself, when I am particularly lonely.\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}, "thoughtfully": {"id": "1", "type": "adverb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/1797.alexandersbridge_07_cather_64kb_23.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cI hope so. 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Ugh!\u201d\n\n\u201cAll the same, I believe she used to feel it when we stood there and watched her and wished her well. I believe she used to remember,\u201d Hilda said thoughtfully.\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cI hope so. Now let\u2019s go to some awfully jolly place for dinner before we go home. I could eat all the dinners there are in London to-night. Where shall I tell the driver? The Piccadilly Restaurant? The music\u2019s good there.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\n\u201cThere are too many people there whom one knows. Why not that little French place in Soho, where we went so often when you were here in the summer? I love it, and I\u2019ve never been there with any one but you. Sometimes I go by myself, when I am particularly lonely.\u201d\n\n\u201cVery well, the sole\u2019s good there. How many street pianos there are about to-night! The fine weather must have thawed them out. We\u2019ve had five miles of \u2018Il Trovatore\u2019 now. They always make me feel jaunty. Are you comfy, and not too tired?\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {}, "audio_path": "wavs/1797.alexandersbridge_07_cather_64kb_24.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cThere are too many people there whom one knows. Why not that little French place in Soho, where we went so often when you were here in the summer? I love it, and I\u2019ve never been there with any one but you. Sometimes I go by myself, when I am particularly lonely.\u201d", "start_byte": 102142, "end_byte": 102406, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 446.88500732421875, "cut_end_time": 460.88000732421875, "narration": {"text": " Bartley whispered, as they drove from Bayswater Road into Oxford Street.", "cut_start_time": 407.50500244140625, "cut_end_time": 411.19006494140626, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/1797.alexandersbridge_07_cather_64kb_25.flac"}, "context": "\u201cLondon always makes me want to live more than any other city in the world. You remember our priestess mummy over in the mummy-room, and how we used to long to go and bring her out on nights like this? Three thousand years! Ugh!\u201d\n\n\u201cAll the same, I believe she used to feel it when we stood there and watched her and wished her well. I believe she used to remember,\u201d Hilda said thoughtfully.\n\n\u201cI hope so. Now let\u2019s go to some awfully jolly place for dinner before we go home. I could eat all the dinners there are in London to-night. Where shall I tell the driver? The Piccadilly Restaurant? The music\u2019s good there.\u201d\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cThere are too many people there whom one knows. Why not that little French place in Soho, where we went so often when you were here in the summer? I love it, and I\u2019ve never been there with any one but you. Sometimes I go by myself, when I am particularly lonely.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\n\u201cVery well, the sole\u2019s good there. How many street pianos there are about to-night! The fine weather must have thawed them out. We\u2019ve had five miles of \u2018Il Trovatore\u2019 now. They always make me feel jaunty. Are you comfy, and not too tired?\u201d\n\n\u201cI\u2019m not tired at all. I was just wondering how people can ever die. Why did you remind me of the mummy? Life seems the strongest and most indestructible thing in the world. Do you really believe that all those people rushing about down there, going to good dinners and clubs and theatres, will be dead some day, and not care about anything? I don\u2019t believe it, and I know I shan\u2019t die, ever! You see, I feel too \u2014 too powerful!\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {}, "audio_path": "wavs/1797.alexandersbridge_07_cather_64kb_25.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cVery well, the sole\u2019s good there. How many street pianos there are about to-night! The fine weather must have thawed them out. We\u2019ve had five miles of \u2018Il Trovatore\u2019 now. They always make me feel jaunty. Are you comfy, and not too tired?\u201d", "start_byte": 102408, "end_byte": 102647, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 461.5849853515625, "cut_end_time": 475.3201103515625, "narration": {"text": " Bartley whispered, as they drove from Bayswater Road into Oxford Street.", "cut_start_time": 407.50500244140625, "cut_end_time": 411.19006494140626, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/1797.alexandersbridge_07_cather_64kb_26.flac"}, "context": "\u201cI hope so. Now let\u2019s go to some awfully jolly place for dinner before we go home. I could eat all the dinners there are in London to-night. Where shall I tell the driver? The Piccadilly Restaurant? The music\u2019s good there.\u201d\n\n\u201cThere are too many people there whom one knows. Why not that little French place in Soho, where we went so often when you were here in the summer? I love it, and I\u2019ve never been there with any one but you. Sometimes I go by myself, when I am particularly lonely.\u201d\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cVery well, the sole\u2019s good there. How many street pianos there are about to-night! The fine weather must have thawed them out. We\u2019ve had five miles of \u2018Il Trovatore\u2019 now. They always make me feel jaunty. Are you comfy, and not too tired?\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\n\u201cI\u2019m not tired at all. I was just wondering how people can ever die. Why did you remind me of the mummy? Life seems the strongest and most indestructible thing in the world. Do you really believe that all those people rushing about down there, going to good dinners and clubs and theatres, will be dead some day, and not care about anything? I don\u2019t believe it, and I know I shan\u2019t die, ever! You see, I feel too \u2014 too powerful!\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {}, "audio_path": "wavs/1797.alexandersbridge_07_cather_64kb_26.flac"}]}

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The yellow light from the student\u2019s lamp fell on his hands and the purple sleeves of his velvet smoking-jacket, but his flushed face and big, hard head were in the shadow. There was something about him that made Hilda wish herself at her hotel again, in the street below, anywhere but where she was.\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cOf course I know, Bartley,\u201d<|quote_end|> she said at last, \u201cthat after this you won\u2019t owe me the least consideration. But we sail on Tuesday. I saw that interview in the paper yesterday, telling where you were, and I thought I had to see you. That\u2019s all. Good-night; I\u2019m going now.\u201d She turned and her hand closed on the door-knob.\n\nAlexander hurried toward her and took her gently by the arm. \u201cSit down, Hilda; you\u2019re wet through. 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But you won\u2019t let me write to you, and I had to see you after that letter, that terrible letter you wrote me when you got home.\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {"began": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 9}}, "audio_path": "wavs/1797.alexandersbridge_09_cather_64kb_2.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cHere, put your feet on this stool. You don\u2019t mean to say you walked down \u2014 and without overshoes!\u201d", "start_byte": 113784, "end_byte": 113883, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 192.57499877929686, "cut_end_time": 198.07012377929686, "narration": {"text": "Alexander faced her, resting his arm on the mantel behind him, and began to brush the sleeve of his jacket.", "cut_start_time": 222.23499450683593, "cut_end_time": 227.48005700683592, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/1797.alexandersbridge_09_cather_64kb_3.flac"}, "context": "\u201cthat after this you won\u2019t owe me the least consideration. But we sail on Tuesday. 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Give me my things, please.\u201d She put her hand out toward the fender.\n\nAlexander sat down on the arm of her chair.", "narrative_information_pred": {"asked": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}, "unsteadily": {"id": "1", "type": "adverb", "confidence": 9}}, "audio_path": "wavs/1797.alexandersbridge_09_cather_64kb_4.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cDidn\u2019t \u2014 didn\u2019t you mean even to say goodby to me, Bartley? Did you mean just to \u2014 quit me?", "start_byte": 114536, "end_byte": 114628, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 233.73500610351562, "cut_end_time": 239.66000610351563, "narration": {"text": "Alexander faced her, resting his arm on the mantel behind him, and began to brush the sleeve of his jacket.", "cut_start_time": 222.23499450683593, "cut_end_time": 227.48005700683592, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/1797.alexandersbridge_09_cather_64kb_5.flac"}, "context": "\u201cI was afraid to take a cab. Can\u2019t you see, Bartley, that I\u2019m terribly frightened? 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Give me my things, please.\u201d She put her hand out toward the fender.\n\nAlexander sat down on the arm of her chair. \u201cDid you think I had forgotten you were in town, Hilda? Do you think I kept away by accident? Did you suppose I didn\u2019t know you were sailing on Tuesday? There is a letter for you there, in my desk drawer. It was to have reached you on the steamer. I was all the morning writing it. I told myself that if I were really thinking of you, and not of myself, a letter would be better than nothing. Marks on paper mean something to you", "narrative_information_pred": {"asked": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/1797.alexandersbridge_09_cather_64kb_5.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cI came to tell you that I\u2019m willing to do as you asked me. But it\u2019s no use talking about that now. Give me my things, please.", "start_byte": 114641, "end_byte": 114767, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 240.21500549316406, "cut_end_time": 247.14000549316407, "narration": {"text": "Alexander faced her, resting his arm on the mantel behind him, and began to brush the sleeve of his jacket.", "cut_start_time": 222.23499450683593, "cut_end_time": 227.48005700683592, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/1797.alexandersbridge_09_cather_64kb_6.flac"}, "context": "\u201cI was afraid to take a cab. Can\u2019t you see, Bartley, that I\u2019m terribly frightened? I\u2019ve been through this a hundred times to-day. Don\u2019t be any more angry than you can help. I was all right until I knew you were in town. If you\u2019d sent me a note, or telephoned me, or anything! But you won\u2019t let me write to you, and I had to see you after that letter, that terrible letter you wrote me when you got home.\u201d\n\nAlexander faced her, resting his arm on the mantel behind him, and began to brush the sleeve of his jacket. \u201cIs this the way you mean to answer it, Hilda?\u201d he asked unsteadily.\n\nShe was afraid to look up at him. \u201cDidn\u2019t \u2014 didn\u2019t you mean even to say goodby to me, Bartley? Did you mean just to \u2014 quit me?\u201d she asked. <|quote_start|>\u201cI came to tell you that I\u2019m willing to do as you asked me. But it\u2019s no use talking about that now. Give me my things, please.\u201d<|quote_end|> She put her hand out toward the fender.\n\nAlexander sat down on the arm of her chair. \u201cDid you think I had forgotten you were in town, Hilda? Do you think I kept away by accident? Did you suppose I didn\u2019t know you were sailing on Tuesday? There is a letter for you there, in my desk drawer. 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Did you suppose I didn\u2019t know you were sailing on Tuesday? There is a letter for you there, in my desk drawer. It was to have reached you on the steamer. I was all the morning writing it. I told myself that if I were really thinking of you, and not of myself, a letter would be better than nothing. Marks on paper mean something to you.\u201d He paused. <|quote_start|>\u201cThey never did to me.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\nHilda smiled up at him beautifully and put her hand on his sleeve. \u201cOh, Bartley! Did you write to me? Why didn\u2019t you telephone me to let me know that you had? Then I wouldn\u2019t have come.\u201d\n\nAlexander slipped his arm about her. \u201cI didn\u2019t know it before, Hilda, on my honor I didn\u2019t, but I believe it was because, deep down in me somewhere, I was hoping I might drive you to do just this. I\u2019ve watched that door all day. I\u2019ve jumped up if the fire crackled. 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Why didn\u2019t you telephone me to let me know that you had? Then I wouldn\u2019t have come.\u201d\n\nAlexander slipped his arm about her. \u201cI didn\u2019t know it before, Hilda, on my honor I didn\u2019t, but I believe it was because, deep down in me somewhere, I was hoping I might drive you to do just this. I\u2019ve watched that door all day. I\u2019ve jumped up if the fire crackled. I think I have felt that you were coming.\u201d He bent his face over her hair.\n\n\u201cAnd I,\u201d she whispered, \u2014 <|quote_start|>\u201cI felt that you were feeling that. But when I came, I thought I had been mistaken.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\nAlexander started up and began to walk up and down the room.\n\n\u201cNo, you weren\u2019t mistaken. I\u2019ve been up in Canada with my bridge, and I arranged not to come to New York until after you had gone. Then, when your manager added two more weeks, I was already committed.\u201d He dropped upon the stool in front of her and sat with his hands hanging between his knees. \u201cWhat am I to do, Hilda?\u201d\n\n\u201cThat\u2019s what I wanted to see you about, Bartley. I\u2019m going to do what you asked me to do when you were in London. Only I\u2019ll do it more completely. I\u2019m going to marry.\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {"whispered": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/1797.alexandersbridge_09_cather_64kb_10.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cNo, you weren\u2019t mistaken. I\u2019ve been up in Canada with my bridge, and I arranged not to come to New York until after you had gone. 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Aren\u2019t you trying to frighten me?\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {}, "audio_path": "wavs/1797.alexandersbridge_09_cather_64kb_19.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cUnder such circumstances, infinitely!\u201d", "start_byte": 117050, "end_byte": 117089, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 381.0350012207031, "cut_end_time": 383.1700637207031, "narration": {"text": " He dropped upon the stool in front of her and sat with his hands hanging between his knees.", "cut_start_time": 332.5650036621094, "cut_end_time": 336.4500036621094, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/1797.alexandersbridge_09_cather_64kb_20.flac"}, "context": "\u201cAre you joking, Hilda?\u201d\n\n\u201cIndeed I\u2019m not.\u201d\n\n\u201cThen you don\u2019t know what you\u2019re talking about.\u201d\n\n\u201cYes, I know very well. I\u2019ve thought about it a great deal, and I\u2019ve quite decided. I never used to understand how women did things like that, but I know now. It\u2019s because they can\u2019t be at the mercy of the man they love any longer.\u201d\n\nAlexander flushed angrily. \u201cSo it\u2019s better to be at the mercy of a man you don\u2019t love?\u201d\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cUnder such circumstances, infinitely!\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\nThere was a flash in her eyes that made Alexander\u2019s fall. He got up and went over to the window, threw it open, and leaned out. He heard Hilda moving about behind him. When he looked over his shoulder she was lacing her boots. He went back and stood over her.\n\n\u201cHilda you\u2019d better think a while longer before you do that. I don\u2019t know what I ought to say, but I don\u2019t believe you\u2019d be happy; truly I don\u2019t. Aren\u2019t you trying to frighten me?\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {}, "audio_path": "wavs/1797.alexandersbridge_09_cather_64kb_20.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cHilda you\u2019d better think a while longer before you do that. I don\u2019t know what I ought to say, but I don\u2019t believe you\u2019d be happy; truly I don\u2019t. Aren\u2019t you trying to frighten me?\u201d", "start_byte": 117352, "end_byte": 117532, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 397.29500854492187, "cut_end_time": 405.9600085449219, "narration": {"text": " He dropped upon the stool in front of her and sat with his hands hanging between his knees.", "cut_start_time": 332.5650036621094, "cut_end_time": 336.4500036621094, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/1797.alexandersbridge_09_cather_64kb_21.flac"}, "context": "\u201cYes, I know very well. I\u2019ve thought about it a great deal, and I\u2019ve quite decided. I never used to understand how women did things like that, but I know now. It\u2019s because they can\u2019t be at the mercy of the man they love any longer.\u201d\n\nAlexander flushed angrily. \u201cSo it\u2019s better to be at the mercy of a man you don\u2019t love?\u201d\n\n\u201cUnder such circumstances, infinitely!\u201d\n\nThere was a flash in her eyes that made Alexander\u2019s fall. He got up and went over to the window, threw it open, and leaned out. He heard Hilda moving about behind him. When he looked over his shoulder she was lacing her boots. He went back and stood over her.\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cHilda you\u2019d better think a while longer before you do that. I don\u2019t know what I ought to say, but I don\u2019t believe you\u2019d be happy; truly I don\u2019t. Aren\u2019t you trying to frighten me?\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\nShe tied the knot of the last lacing and put her boot-heel down firmly. \u201cNo; I\u2019m telling you what I\u2019ve made up my mind to do. I suppose I would better do it without telling you. But afterward I shan\u2019t have an opportunity to explain, for I shan\u2019t be seeing you again.\u201d\n\nAlexander started to speak, but caught himself. When Hilda rose he sat down on the arm of her chair and drew her back into it.\n\n\u201cI wouldn\u2019t be so much alarmed if I didn\u2019t know how utterly reckless you can be. Don\u2019t do anything like that rashly", "narrative_information_pred": {}, "audio_path": "wavs/1797.alexandersbridge_09_cather_64kb_21.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cNo; I\u2019m telling you what I\u2019ve made up my mind to do. I suppose I would better do it without telling you. But afterward I shan\u2019t have an opportunity to explain, for I shan\u2019t be seeing you again.\u201d", "start_byte": 117606, "end_byte": 117801, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 411.37501220703126, "cut_end_time": 421.70007470703126, "narration": {"text": "Alexander started to speak, but caught himself. 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But afterward I shan\u2019t have an opportunity to explain, for I shan\u2019t be seeing you again.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\nAlexander started to speak, but caught himself. When Hilda rose he sat down on the arm of her chair and drew her back into it.\n\n\u201cI wouldn\u2019t be so much alarmed if I didn\u2019t know how utterly reckless you can be. Don\u2019t do anything like that rashly.\u201d His face grew troubled. \u201cYou wouldn\u2019t be happy. You are not that kind of woman. I\u2019d never have another hour\u2019s peace if I helped to make you do a thing like that.\u201d He took her face between his hands and looked down into it.", "narrative_information_pred": {"put": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 9}, "firmly": {"id": "1", "type": "adverb", "confidence": 9}}, "audio_path": "wavs/1797.alexandersbridge_09_cather_64kb_22.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cI wouldn\u2019t be so much alarmed if I didn\u2019t know how utterly reckless you can be. Don\u2019t do anything like that rashly.", "start_byte": 117931, "end_byte": 118047, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 430.2050146484375, "cut_end_time": 436.37007714843753, "narration": {"text": "Alexander started to speak, but caught himself. When Hilda rose he sat down on the arm of her chair and drew her back into it.", "cut_start_time": 422.6250036621094, "cut_end_time": 429.0000661621094, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/1797.alexandersbridge_09_cather_64kb_23.flac"}, "context": "\u201cHilda you\u2019d better think a while longer before you do that. I don\u2019t know what I ought to say, but I don\u2019t believe you\u2019d be happy; truly I don\u2019t. Aren\u2019t you trying to frighten me?\u201d\n\nShe tied the knot of the last lacing and put her boot-heel down firmly. \u201cNo; I\u2019m telling you what I\u2019ve made up my mind to do. I suppose I would better do it without telling you. But afterward I shan\u2019t have an opportunity to explain, for I shan\u2019t be seeing you again.\u201d\n\nAlexander started to speak, but caught himself. When Hilda rose he sat down on the arm of her chair and drew her back into it.\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cI wouldn\u2019t be so much alarmed if I didn\u2019t know how utterly reckless you can be. Don\u2019t do anything like that rashly.\u201d<|quote_end|> His face grew troubled. \u201cYou wouldn\u2019t be happy. You are not that kind of woman. I\u2019d never have another hour\u2019s peace if I helped to make you do a thing like that.\u201d He took her face between his hands and looked down into it. \u201cYou see, you are different, Hilda. Don\u2019t you know you are?\u201d His voice grew softer, his touch more and more tender. \u201cSome women can do that sort of thing, but you \u2014 you can love as queens did, in the old time.\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {"started": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 9}}, "audio_path": "wavs/1797.alexandersbridge_09_cather_64kb_23.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cYou wouldn\u2019t be happy. You are not that kind of woman. I\u2019d never have another hour\u2019s peace if I helped to make you do a thing like that.", "start_byte": 118073, "end_byte": 118210, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 438.2049865722656, "cut_end_time": 445.94004907226565, "narration": {"text": "Alexander started to speak, but caught himself. 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And he threw it back at me a second time.\u201d\n\nShe felt the strength leap in the arms that held her so lightly.", "narrative_information_pred": {"grew": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 9}, "softer": {"id": "1", "type": "adjective", "confidence": 9}}, "audio_path": "wavs/1797.alexandersbridge_09_cather_64kb_25.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cSome women can do that sort of thing, but you \u2014 you can love as queens did, in the old time.\u201d", "start_byte": 118388, "end_byte": 118482, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 458.245, "cut_end_time": 463.53000000000003, "narration": {"text": "Hilda had heard that soft, deep tone in his voice only once before. She closed her eyes; her lips and eyelids trembled.", "cut_start_time": 464.5949853515625, "cut_end_time": 471.51004785156255, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/1797.alexandersbridge_09_cather_64kb_26.flac"}, "context": "\u201cI wouldn\u2019t be so much alarmed if I didn\u2019t know how utterly reckless you can be. Don\u2019t do anything like that rashly.\u201d His face grew troubled. \u201cYou wouldn\u2019t be happy. You are not that kind of woman. I\u2019d never have another hour\u2019s peace if I helped to make you do a thing like that.\u201d He took her face between his hands and looked down into it. \u201cYou see, you are different, Hilda. Don\u2019t you know you are?\u201d His voice grew softer, his touch more and more tender. <|quote_start|>\u201cSome women can do that sort of thing, but you \u2014 you can love as queens did, in the old time.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\nHilda had heard that soft, deep tone in his voice only once before. She closed her eyes; her lips and eyelids trembled. \u201cOnly one, Bartley. Only one. And he threw it back at me a second time.\u201d\n\nShe felt the strength leap in the arms that held her so lightly.\n\n\u201cTry him again, Hilda. Try him once again.\u201d\n\nShe looked up into his eyes, and hid her face in her hands.\n\nCHAPTER X\n\nOn Tuesday afternoon a Boston lawyer, who had been trying a case in Vermont, was standing on the siding at White River Junction when the Canadian Express pulled by on its northward journey. As the day-coaches at the rear end of the long train swept by him, the lawyer noticed at one of the windows a man\u2019s head, with thick rumpled hair. \u201cCurious,\u201d he thought;", "narrative_information_pred": {"grew": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 9}, "softer": {"id": "0", "type": "adjective", "confidence": 9}}, "audio_path": "wavs/1797.alexandersbridge_09_cather_64kb_26.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cOnly one, Bartley. Only one. 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Don\u2019t you know you are?\u201d His voice grew softer, his touch more and more tender. \u201cSome women can do that sort of thing, but you \u2014 you can love as queens did, in the old time.\u201d\n\nHilda had heard that soft, deep tone in his voice only once before. She closed her eyes; her lips and eyelids trembled. <|quote_start|>\u201cOnly one, Bartley. Only one. And he threw it back at me a second time.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\nShe felt the strength leap in the arms that held her so lightly.\n\n\u201cTry him again, Hilda. Try him once again.\u201d\n\nShe looked up into his eyes, and hid her face in her hands.\n\nCHAPTER X\n\nOn Tuesday afternoon a Boston lawyer, who had been trying a case in Vermont, was standing on the siding at White River Junction when the Canadian Express pulled by on its northward journey. 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She demanded a great deal of herself and of the people she loved; and she never failed herself. If he told her now, he knew, it would be irretrievable. There would be no going back. He would lose the thing he valued most in the world; he would be destroying himself and his own happiness. There would be nothing for him afterward. He seemed to see himself dragging out a restless existence on the Continent \u2014 Cannes, Hy\u00e8res, Algiers, Cairo \u2014 among smartly dressed, disabled men of every nationality; forever going on journeys that led nowhere; hurrying to catch trains that he might just as well miss; getting up in the morning with a great bustle and splashing of water, to begin a day that had no purpose and no meaning; dining late to shorten the night, sleeping late to shorten the day.", "narrative_information_pred": {"thought": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/1797.alexandersbridge_10_cather_64kb_0.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cIn July you will be in England.\u201d", "start_byte": 122682, "end_byte": 122715, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 250.69499572753907, "cut_end_time": 252.52005822753907, "narration": {"text": "The young man, in a hurried, nervous way, began his explanation.", "cut_start_time": 656.604990234375, "cut_end_time": 660.010052734375, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/1797.alexandersbridge_10_cather_64kb_1.flac"}, "context": "And this, then, was to be the disaster that his old professor had foreseen for him: the crack in the wall, the crash, the cloud of dust. And he could not understand how it had come about. He felt that he himself was unchanged, that he was still there, the same man he had been five years ago, and that he was sitting stupidly by and letting some resolute offshoot of himself spoil his life for him. This new force was not he, it was but a part of him. He would not even admit that it was stronger than he; but it was more active. It was by its energy that this new feeling got the better of him. His wife was the woman who had made his life, gratified his pride, given direction to his tastes and habits. The life they led together seemed to him beautiful. Winifred still was, as she had always been, Romance for him, and whenever he was deeply stirred he turned to her. When the grandeur and beauty of the world challenged him \u2014 as it challenges even the most self-absorbed people \u2014 he always answered with her name. That was his reply to the question put by the mountains and the stars; to all the spiritual aspects of life. 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He could remember exactly how the world had looked then.", "narrative_information_pred": {"whispering": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/1797.alexandersbridge_10_cather_64kb_1.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cI\u2019ll have my coffee first, Philip. Have you had yours? And now, what seems to be the matter up here?\u201d", "start_byte": 129223, "end_byte": 129325, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 651.4350097656251, "cut_end_time": 656.000009765625, "narration": {"text": "The young man, in a hurried, nervous way, began his explanation.", "cut_start_time": 656.604990234375, "cut_end_time": 660.010052734375, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/1797.alexandersbridge_10_cather_64kb_2.flac"}, "context": "After he had dressed, Alexander sat down at the window and drew into his lungs deep breaths of the pine-scented air. He had awakened with all his old sense of power. He could not believe that things were as bad with him as they had seemed last night, that there was no way to set them entirely right. Even if he went to London at midsummer, what would that mean except that he was a fool? And he had been a fool before. That was not the reality of his life. Yet he knew that he would go to London.\n\nHalf an hour later the train stopped at Moorlock. Alexander sprang to the platform and hurried up the siding, waving to Philip Horton, one of his assistants, who was anxiously looking up at the windows of the coaches. Bartley took his arm and they went together into the station buffet.\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cI\u2019ll have my coffee first, Philip. Have you had yours? 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I didn\u2019t feel that I could go so far without definite authorization from you.\u201d", "start_byte": 129503, "end_byte": 129625, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 666.8649975585938, "cut_end_time": 672.9901225585937, "narration": {"text": "Alexander went up to the telegraph-desk and penciled the following message to his wife: \u2014 ", "cut_start_time": 715.194970703125, "cut_end_time": 719.060033203125, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/1797.alexandersbridge_10_cather_64kb_4.flac"}, "context": "Half an hour later the train stopped at Moorlock. Alexander sprang to the platform and hurried up the siding, waving to Philip Horton, one of his assistants, who was anxiously looking up at the windows of the coaches. Bartley took his arm and they went together into the station buffet.\n\n\u201cI\u2019ll have my coffee first, Philip. Have you had yours? 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I sent one Sunday evening, to the same address, but it was returned to me.\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {}, "audio_path": "wavs/1797.alexandersbridge_10_cather_64kb_5.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cWell, really, Mr. Alexander, I couldn\u2019t be absolutely sure, you know, and I didn\u2019t like to take the responsibility of making it public.\u201d", "start_byte": 129761, "end_byte": 129898, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 680.6650024414063, "cut_end_time": 687.4100649414063, "narration": {"text": "Alexander went up to the telegraph-desk and penciled the following message to his wife: \u2014 ", "cut_start_time": 715.194970703125, "cut_end_time": 719.060033203125, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/1797.alexandersbridge_10_cather_64kb_6.flac"}, "context": "\u201cI\u2019ll have my coffee first, Philip. Have you had yours? 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It\u2019s all very well on paper, but it remains to be seen whether it can be done in practice. I should have thrown up the job when they crowded me. It\u2019s all nonsense to try to do what other engineers are doing when you know they\u2019re not sound.\u201d\n\n\u201cBut just now, when there is such competition,\u201d the younger man demurred. <|quote_start|>\u201cAnd certainly that\u2019s the new line of development.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\nAlexander shrugged his shoulders and made no reply.\n\nWhen they reached the bridge works, Alexander began his examination immediately. An hour later he sent for the superintendent. \u201cI think you had better stop work out there at once, Dan. I should say that the lower chord here might buckle at any moment. I told the Commission that we were using higher unit stresses than any practice has established, and we\u2019ve put the dead load at a low estimate. 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An hour later he sent for the superintendent.", "cut_start_time": 782.23498046875, "cut_end_time": 788.60010546875, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/1797.alexandersbridge_10_cather_64kb_12.flac"}, "context": "\u201cThat\u2019s all true, Phil, but we never were justified in assuming that a scale that was perfectly safe for an ordinary bridge would work with anything of such length. It\u2019s all very well on paper, but it remains to be seen whether it can be done in practice. I should have thrown up the job when they crowded me. It\u2019s all nonsense to try to do what other engineers are doing when you know they\u2019re not sound.\u201d\n\n\u201cBut just now, when there is such competition,\u201d the younger man demurred. \u201cAnd certainly that\u2019s the new line of development.\u201d\n\nAlexander shrugged his shoulders and made no reply.\n\nWhen they reached the bridge works, Alexander began his examination immediately. An hour later he sent for the superintendent. <|quote_start|>\u201cI think you had better stop work out there at once, Dan. I should say that the lower chord here might buckle at any moment. I told the Commission that we were using higher unit stresses than any practice has established, and we\u2019ve put the dead load at a low estimate. Theoretically it worked out well enough, but it had never actually been tried.\u201d<|quote_end|> Alexander put on his overcoat and took the superintendent by the arm. \u201cDon\u2019t look so chopfallen, Dan. It\u2019s a jolt, but we\u2019ve got to face it. It isn\u2019t the end of the world, you know. Now we\u2019ll go out and call the men off quietly. They\u2019re already nervous, Horton tells me, and there\u2019s no use alarming them. I\u2019ll go with you, and we\u2019ll send the end riveters in first.\u201d\n\nAlexander and the superintendent picked their way out slowly over the long span. They went deliberately, stopping to see what each gang was doing, as if they were on an ordinary round of inspection. When they reached the end of the river span, Alexander nodded to the superintendent, who quietly gave an order to the foreman. The men in the end gang picked up their tools and, glancing curiously at each other, started back across the bridge toward the river-bank. Alexander himself remained standing where they had been working, looking about him. It was hard to believe, as he looked back over it, that the whole great span was incurably disabled, was already as good as condemned, because something was out of line in the lower chord of the cantilever arm.", "narrative_information_pred": {"sent": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 9}}, "audio_path": "wavs/1797.alexandersbridge_10_cather_64kb_12.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cDon\u2019t look so chopfallen, Dan. It\u2019s a jolt, but we\u2019ve got to face it. It isn\u2019t the end of the world, you know. Now we\u2019ll go out and call the men off quietly. They\u2019re already nervous, Horton tells me, and there\u2019s no use alarming them. I\u2019ll go with you, and we\u2019ll send the end riveters in first.\u201d", "start_byte": 132139, "end_byte": 132434, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 811.9749926757813, "cut_end_time": 826.5400551757813, "narration": {"text": "Horton leaned wearily against the front wheel of the cab. He had not had his clothes off for thirty hours, and the stimulus of violent excitement was beginning to wear off.", "cut_start_time": 1192.4150244140624, "cut_end_time": 1200.9500869140625, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/1797.alexandersbridge_10_cather_64kb_13.flac"}, "context": "When they reached the bridge works, Alexander began his examination immediately. An hour later he sent for the superintendent. \u201cI think you had better stop work out there at once, Dan. I should say that the lower chord here might buckle at any moment. I told the Commission that we were using higher unit stresses than any practice has established, and we\u2019ve put the dead load at a low estimate. Theoretically it worked out well enough, but it had never actually been tried.\u201d Alexander put on his overcoat and took the superintendent by the arm. <|quote_start|>\u201cDon\u2019t look so chopfallen, Dan. It\u2019s a jolt, but we\u2019ve got to face it. It isn\u2019t the end of the world, you know. Now we\u2019ll go out and call the men off quietly. They\u2019re already nervous, Horton tells me, and there\u2019s no use alarming them. I\u2019ll go with you, and we\u2019ll send the end riveters in first.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\nAlexander and the superintendent picked their way out slowly over the long span. They went deliberately, stopping to see what each gang was doing, as if they were on an ordinary round of inspection. When they reached the end of the river span, Alexander nodded to the superintendent, who quietly gave an order to the foreman. The men in the end gang picked up their tools and, glancing curiously at each other, started back across the bridge toward the river-bank. Alexander himself remained standing where they had been working, looking about him. It was hard to believe, as he looked back over it, that the whole great span was incurably disabled, was already as good as condemned, because something was out of line in the lower chord of the cantilever arm.", "narrative_information_pred": {"took": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 9}}, "audio_path": "wavs/1797.alexandersbridge_10_cather_64kb_13.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cYou see that carriage over there? That\u2019s Mrs. Alexander. They haven\u2019t found him yet. She got off the train this morning. Horton met her. She heard it in Boston yesterday \u2014 heard the newsboys crying it in the street.\u201d", "start_byte": 137392, "end_byte": 137609, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 1115.0750439453125, "cut_end_time": 1128.3800439453123, "narration": {"text": "Horton leaned wearily against the front wheel of the cab. He had not had his clothes off for thirty hours, and the stimulus of violent excitement was beginning to wear off.", "cut_start_time": 1192.4150244140624, "cut_end_time": 1200.9500869140625, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/1797.alexandersbridge_10_cather_64kb_14.flac"}, "context": "The work of recovering the dead went on all day and all the following night. By the next morning forty-eight bodies had been taken out of the river, but there were still twenty missing. Many of the men had fallen with the bridge and were held down under the debris. Early on the morning of the second day a closed carriage was driven slowly along the river-bank and stopped a little below the works, where the river boiled and churned about the great iron carcass which lay in a straight line two thirds across it. The carriage stood there hour after hour, and word soon spread among the crowds on the shore that its occupant was the wife of the Chief Engineer; his body had not yet been found. The widows of the lost workmen, moving up and down the bank with shawls over their heads, some of them carrying babies, looked at the rusty hired hack many times that morning. They drew near it and walked about it, but none of them ventured to peer within. Even half-indifferent sightseers dropped their voices as they told a newcomer: <|quote_start|>\u201cYou see that carriage over there? That\u2019s Mrs. Alexander. They haven\u2019t found him yet. She got off the train this morning. Horton met her. She heard it in Boston yesterday \u2014 heard the newsboys crying it in the street.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\nAt noon Philip Horton made his way through the crowd with a tray and a tin coffee-pot from the camp kitchen. When he reached the carriage he found Mrs. Alexander just as he had left her in the early morning, leaning forward a little, with her hand on the lowered window, looking at the river. Hour after hour she had been watching the water, the lonely, useless stone towers, and the convulsed mass of iron wreckage over which the angry river continually spat up its yellow foam.", "narrative_information_pred": {"told": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/1797.alexandersbridge_10_cather_64kb_14.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cThose poor women out there, do they blame him very much?", "start_byte": 138092, "end_byte": 138149, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 1158.2049658203125, "cut_end_time": 1161.4200283203124, "narration": {"text": "Horton leaned wearily against the front wheel of the cab. He had not had his clothes off for thirty hours, and the stimulus of violent excitement was beginning to wear off.", "cut_start_time": 1192.4150244140624, "cut_end_time": 1200.9500869140625, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/1797.alexandersbridge_10_cather_64kb_15.flac"}, "context": "At noon Philip Horton made his way through the crowd with a tray and a tin coffee-pot from the camp kitchen. When he reached the carriage he found Mrs. Alexander just as he had left her in the early morning, leaning forward a little, with her hand on the lowered window, looking at the river. Hour after hour she had been watching the water, the lonely, useless stone towers, and the convulsed mass of iron wreckage over which the angry river continually spat up its yellow foam.\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cThose poor women out there, do they blame him very much?\u201d<|quote_end|> she asked, as she handed the coffee-cup back to Horton.\n\n\u201cNobody blames him, Mrs. Alexander. If any one is to blame, I\u2019m afraid it\u2019s I. I should have stopped work before he came. He said so as soon as I met him. I tried to get him here a day earlier, but my telegram missed him, somehow. He didn\u2019t have time really to explain to me. If he\u2019d got here Monday, he\u2019d have had all the men off at once. But, you see, Mrs. Alexander, such a thing never happened before. According to all human calculations, it simply couldn\u2019t happen.\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {"asked": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/1797.alexandersbridge_10_cather_64kb_15.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cDon\u2019t be afraid to tell me the worst, Mr. Horton. Don\u2019t leave me to the dread of finding out things that people may be saying. If he is blamed, if he needs any one to speak for him,", "start_byte": 138854, "end_byte": 139036, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 1201.735029296875, "cut_end_time": 1211.870029296875, "narration": {"text": "Horton leaned wearily against the front wheel of the cab. He had not had his clothes off for thirty hours, and the stimulus of violent excitement was beginning to wear off.", "cut_start_time": 1192.4150244140624, "cut_end_time": 1200.9500869140625, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/1797.alexandersbridge_10_cather_64kb_16.flac"}, "context": "\u201cNobody blames him, Mrs. Alexander. If any one is to blame, I\u2019m afraid it\u2019s I. I should have stopped work before he came. He said so as soon as I met him. I tried to get him here a day earlier, but my telegram missed him, somehow. He didn\u2019t have time really to explain to me. If he\u2019d got here Monday, he\u2019d have had all the men off at once. But, you see, Mrs. Alexander, such a thing never happened before. According to all human calculations, it simply couldn\u2019t happen.\u201d\n\nHorton leaned wearily against the front wheel of the cab. He had not had his clothes off for thirty hours, and the stimulus of violent excitement was beginning to wear off.\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cDon\u2019t be afraid to tell me the worst, Mr. Horton. Don\u2019t leave me to the dread of finding out things that people may be saying. If he is blamed, if he needs any one to speak for him,\u201d<|quote_end|> \u2014 for the first time her voice broke and a flush of life, tearful, painful, and confused, swept over her rigid pallor, \u2014 \u201cif he needs any one, tell me, show me what to do.\u201d She began to sob, and Horton hurried away.\n\nWhen he came back at four o\u2019clock in the afternoon he was carrying his hat in his hand, and Winifred knew as soon as she saw him that they had found Bartley. She opened the carriage door before he reached her and stepped to the ground.", "narrative_information_pred": {"broke": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 9}}, "audio_path": "wavs/1797.alexandersbridge_10_cather_64kb_16.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cif he needs any one, tell me, show me what to do.", "start_byte": 139159, "end_byte": 139209, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 1219.1750048828123, "cut_end_time": 1222.5400048828124, "narration": {"text": " \u2014 for the first time her voice broke and a flush of life, tearful, painful, and confused, swept over her rigid pallor, \u2014", "cut_start_time": 1212.4349560546875, "cut_end_time": 1218.7300810546874, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/1797.alexandersbridge_10_cather_64kb_17.flac"}, "context": "Horton leaned wearily against the front wheel of the cab. He had not had his clothes off for thirty hours, and the stimulus of violent excitement was beginning to wear off.\n\n\u201cDon\u2019t be afraid to tell me the worst, Mr. Horton. Don\u2019t leave me to the dread of finding out things that people may be saying. If he is blamed, if he needs any one to speak for him,\u201d \u2014 for the first time her voice broke and a flush of life, tearful, painful, and confused, swept over her rigid pallor, \u2014 <|quote_start|>\u201cif he needs any one, tell me, show me what to do.\u201d<|quote_end|> She began to sob, and Horton hurried away.\n\nWhen he came back at four o\u2019clock in the afternoon he was carrying his hat in his hand, and Winifred knew as soon as she saw him that they had found Bartley. She opened the carriage door before he reached her and stepped to the ground.\n\nHorton put out his hand as if to hold her back and spoke pleadingly: \u201cWon\u2019t you drive up to my house, Mrs. Alexander? They will take him up there.\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {"began": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 9}, "sob": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 9}}, "audio_path": "wavs/1797.alexandersbridge_10_cather_64kb_17.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cWon\u2019t you drive up to my house, Mrs. Alexander? 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She opened the carriage door before he reached her and stepped to the ground.\n\nHorton put out his hand as if to hold her back and spoke pleadingly: <|quote_start|>\u201cWon\u2019t you drive up to my house, Mrs. Alexander? They will take him up there.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\n\u201cTake me to him now, please. I shall not make any trouble.\u201d\n\nThe group of men down under the riverbank fell back when they saw a woman coming, and one of them threw a tarpaulin over the stretcher. They took off their hats and caps as Winifred approached, and although she had pulled her veil down over her face they did not look up at her. She was taller than Horton, and some of the men thought she was the tallest woman they had ever seen.", "narrative_information_pred": {"spoke": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}, "pleadingly": {"id": "1", "type": "adverb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/1797.alexandersbridge_10_cather_64kb_18.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cTake me to him now, please. I shall not make any trouble.\u201d", "start_byte": 139641, "end_byte": 139700, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 1248.5850244140624, "cut_end_time": 1252.0200244140624, "narration": {"text": "Horton put out his hand as if to hold her back and spoke pleadingly:", "cut_start_time": 1240.1650341796874, "cut_end_time": 1243.8700341796873, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/1797.alexandersbridge_10_cather_64kb_19.flac"}, "context": "\u201d She began to sob, and Horton hurried away.\n\nWhen he came back at four o\u2019clock in the afternoon he was carrying his hat in his hand, and Winifred knew as soon as she saw him that they had found Bartley. She opened the carriage door before he reached her and stepped to the ground.\n\nHorton put out his hand as if to hold her back and spoke pleadingly: \u201cWon\u2019t you drive up to my house, Mrs. Alexander? They will take him up there.\u201d\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cTake me to him now, please. I shall not make any trouble.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\nThe group of men down under the riverbank fell back when they saw a woman coming, and one of them threw a tarpaulin over the stretcher. They took off their hats and caps as Winifred approached, and although she had pulled her veil down over her face they did not look up at her. She was taller than Horton, and some of the men thought she was the tallest woman they had ever seen. \u201cAs tall as himself,\u201d some one whispered. Horton motioned to the men, and six of them lifted the stretcher and began to carry it up the embankment. Winifred followed them the half-mile to Horton\u2019s house. She walked quietly, without once breaking or stumbling. When the bearers put the stretcher down in Horton\u2019s spare bedroom, she thanked them and gave her hand to each in turn. The men went out of the house and through the yard with their caps in their hands. They were too much confused to say anything as they went down the hill.", "narrative_information_pred": {"spoke": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}, "pleadingly": {"id": "0", "type": "adverb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/1797.alexandersbridge_10_cather_64kb_19.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cAs tall as himself,", "start_byte": 140083, "end_byte": 140103, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 1272.8250585937499, "cut_end_time": 1274.0200585937498, "narration": {"text": "Horton put out his hand as if to hold her back and spoke pleadingly:", "cut_start_time": 1240.1650341796874, "cut_end_time": 1243.8700341796873, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/1797.alexandersbridge_10_cather_64kb_20.flac"}, "context": "\u201cTake me to him now, please. I shall not make any trouble.\u201d\n\nThe group of men down under the riverbank fell back when they saw a woman coming, and one of them threw a tarpaulin over the stretcher. They took off their hats and caps as Winifred approached, and although she had pulled her veil down over her face they did not look up at her. She was taller than Horton, and some of the men thought she was the tallest woman they had ever seen. <|quote_start|>\u201cAs tall as himself,\u201d<|quote_end|> some one whispered. Horton motioned to the men, and six of them lifted the stretcher and began to carry it up the embankment. Winifred followed them the half-mile to Horton\u2019s house. She walked quietly, without once breaking or stumbling. When the bearers put the stretcher down in Horton\u2019s spare bedroom, she thanked them and gave her hand to each in turn. The men went out of the house and through the yard with their caps in their hands. They were too much confused to say anything as they went down the hill.", "narrative_information_pred": {"whispered": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/1797.alexandersbridge_10_cather_64kb_20.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cwill you take Mrs. Alexander the things she needs? She is going to do everything herself. Just stay about where you can hear her and go in if she wants you.\u201d", "start_byte": 140750, "end_byte": 140908, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 1311.2749999999999, "cut_end_time": 1319.1000625, "narration": {"text": " he said to his wife, when he came out of the spare room half an hour later,", "cut_start_time": 1307.174951171875, "cut_end_time": 1310.790013671875, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/1797.alexandersbridge_10_cather_64kb_21.flac"}, "context": "\u201d some one whispered. Horton motioned to the men, and six of them lifted the stretcher and began to carry it up the embankment. Winifred followed them the half-mile to Horton\u2019s house. She walked quietly, without once breaking or stumbling. When the bearers put the stretcher down in Horton\u2019s spare bedroom, she thanked them and gave her hand to each in turn. The men went out of the house and through the yard with their caps in their hands. They were too much confused to say anything as they went down the hill.\n\nHorton himself was almost as deeply perplexed. \u201cMamie,\u201d he said to his wife, when he came out of the spare room half an hour later, <|quote_start|>\u201cwill you take Mrs. Alexander the things she needs? She is going to do everything herself. Just stay about where you can hear her and go in if she wants you.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\nEverything happened as Alexander had foreseen in that moment of prescience under the river. With her own hands she washed him clean of every mark of disaster. All night he was alone with her in the still house, his great head lying deep in the pillow. 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One afternoon, soon after his return, he put on his frock-coat and drove in a hansom to pay a call upon Hilda Burgoyne, who still lived at her old number, off Bedford Square. He and Miss Burgoyne had been fast friends for a long time. He had first noticed her about the corridors of the British Museum, where he read constantly. Her being there so often had made him feel that he would like to know her, and as she was not an inaccessible person, an introduction was not difficult. The preliminaries once over, they came to depend a great deal upon each other, and Wilson, after his day\u2019s reading, often went round to Bedford Square for his tea. They had much more in common than their memories of a common friend. Indeed, they seldom spoke of him. They saved that for the deep moments which do not come often, and then their talk of him was mostly silence. 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Well, we must show wear at last, you know.\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {}, "audio_path": "wavs/1797.alexandersbridge_11_cather_64kb_0.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cAs if you needed me for that! But, at any rate, I needed you. How well you are looking, my dear, and how rested.\u201d", "start_byte": 143437, "end_byte": 143551, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 101.8849966430664, "cut_end_time": 107.9800591430664, "narration": {"text": "He peered up at her from his low chair, balancing the tips of his long fingers together in a judicial manner which had grown on him with years.", "cut_start_time": 108.64499786376953, "cut_end_time": 115.89012286376952, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/1797.alexandersbridge_11_cather_64kb_1.flac"}, "context": "Professor Wilson had been living in London for six years and he was just back from a visit to America. One afternoon, soon after his return, he put on his frock-coat and drove in a hansom to pay a call upon Hilda Burgoyne, who still lived at her old number, off Bedford Square. He and Miss Burgoyne had been fast friends for a long time. He had first noticed her about the corridors of the British Museum, where he read constantly. Her being there so often had made him feel that he would like to know her, and as she was not an inaccessible person, an introduction was not difficult. The preliminaries once over, they came to depend a great deal upon each other, and Wilson, after his day\u2019s reading, often went round to Bedford Square for his tea. They had much more in common than their memories of a common friend. Indeed, they seldom spoke of him. They saved that for the deep moments which do not come often, and then their talk of him was mostly silence. 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We sat there evening after evening in the quiet of that magically haunted room, and watched the sunset burn on the river, and felt him. Felt him with a difference, of course.\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {"bit": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/1797.alexandersbridge_11_cather_64kb_13.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cWith a difference? Because of her, you mean?\u201d", "start_byte": 146619, "end_byte": 146665, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 291.56498535156254, "cut_end_time": 293.8500478515625, "narration": {"text": "Hilda leaned forward, her elbow on her knee, her chin on her hand.", "cut_start_time": 287.68500244140625, "cut_end_time": 290.92000244140627, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/1797.alexandersbridge_11_cather_64kb_14.flac"}, "context": "\u201cWell, it was like that. Almost as if he were there. In a way, he really is there. She never lets him go. It\u2019s the most beautiful and dignified sorrow I\u2019ve ever known. 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Of course, I always felt that my image of him was just a little different from hers. No relation is so complete that it can hold absolutely all of a person. And I liked him just as he was; his deviations, too; the places where he didn\u2019t square.\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {}, "audio_path": "wavs/1797.alexandersbridge_11_cather_64kb_14.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cSomething like that, yes. Of course, as time goes on, to her he becomes more and more their simple personal relation.\u201d", "start_byte": 146691, "end_byte": 146810, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 296.4150073242188, "cut_end_time": 302.9200073242188, "narration": {"text": "Hilda leaned forward, her elbow on her knee, her chin on her hand.", "cut_start_time": 287.68500244140625, "cut_end_time": 290.92000244140627, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/1797.alexandersbridge_11_cather_64kb_15.flac"}, "context": "\u201cWell, it was like that. Almost as if he were there. In a way, he really is there. She never lets him go. 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Everybody sings out,", "cut_start_time": 141.18499755859375, "cut_end_time": 147.08006005859374, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_23_twain_64kb_0.flac"}, "context": "Then the duke he lets the curtain down, and bows to the people, and says the great tragedy will be performed only two nights more, on accounts of pressing London engagements, where the seats is all sold already for it in Drury Lane; and then he makes them another bow, and says if he has succeeded in pleasing them and instructing them, he will be deeply obleeged if they will mention it to their friends and get them to come and see it.\n\nTwenty people sings out:\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cWhat, is it over? Is that all?\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\nThe duke says yes. Then there was a fine time. Everybody sings out, \u201cSold!\u201d and rose up mad, and was a-going for that stage and them tragedians. But a big, fine looking man jumps up on a bench and shouts:\n\n\u201cHold on! Just a word, gentlemen.\u201d They stopped to listen. \u201cWe are sold \u2014 mighty badly sold. But we don\u2019t want to be the laughing stock of this whole town, I reckon, and never hear the last of this thing as long as we live. No. What we want is to go out of here quiet, and talk this show up, and sell the rest of the town! Then we\u2019ll all be in the same boat. Ain\u2019t that sensible", "narrative_information_pred": {"sings": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 9}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_23_twain_64kb_0.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cHold on! Just a word, gentlemen.", "start_byte": 302118, "end_byte": 302151, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 157.54500549316407, "cut_end_time": 159.70000549316407, "narration": {"text": " and rose up mad, and was a-going for that stage and them tragedians. But a big, fine looking man jumps up on a bench and shouts:", "cut_start_time": 147.8950030517578, "cut_end_time": 156.4700655517578, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_23_twain_64kb_1.flac"}, "context": "Then the duke he lets the curtain down, and bows to the people, and says the great tragedy will be performed only two nights more, on accounts of pressing London engagements, where the seats is all sold already for it in Drury Lane; and then he makes them another bow, and says if he has succeeded in pleasing them and instructing them, he will be deeply obleeged if they will mention it to their friends and get them to come and see it.\n\nTwenty people sings out:\n\n\u201cWhat, is it over? Is that all?\u201d\n\nThe duke says yes. Then there was a fine time. Everybody sings out, \u201cSold!\u201d and rose up mad, and was a-going for that stage and them tragedians. But a big, fine looking man jumps up on a bench and shouts:\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cHold on! Just a word, gentlemen.\u201d<|quote_end|> They stopped to listen. \u201cWe are sold \u2014 mighty badly sold. But we don\u2019t want to be the laughing stock of this whole town, I reckon, and never hear the last of this thing as long as we live. No. What we want is to go out of here quiet, and talk this show up, and sell the rest of the town! Then we\u2019ll all be in the same boat. Ain\u2019t that sensible?\u201d (\u201cYou bet it is! \u2014 the jedge is right", "narrative_information_pred": {"shouts": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_23_twain_64kb_1.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cYou bet it is! \u2014 the jedge is right!", "start_byte": 302500, "end_byte": 302537, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 184.30500488281248, "cut_end_time": 186.35006738281248, "narration": {"text": " and rose up mad, and was a-going for that stage and them tragedians. But a big, fine looking man jumps up on a bench and shouts:", "cut_start_time": 147.8950030517578, "cut_end_time": 156.4700655517578, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_23_twain_64kb_2.flac"}, "context": "The duke says yes. Then there was a fine time. Everybody sings out, \u201cSold!\u201d and rose up mad, and was a-going for that stage and them tragedians. But a big, fine looking man jumps up on a bench and shouts:\n\n\u201cHold on! Just a word, gentlemen.\u201d They stopped to listen. \u201cWe are sold \u2014 mighty badly sold. But we don\u2019t want to be the laughing stock of this whole town, I reckon, and never hear the last of this thing as long as we live. No. What we want is to go out of here quiet, and talk this show up, and sell the rest of the town! Then we\u2019ll all be in the same boat. Ain\u2019t that sensible?\u201d (<|quote_start|>\u201cYou bet it is! \u2014 the jedge is right!\u201d<|quote_end|> everybody sings out.) \u201cAll right, then \u2014 not a word about any sell. Go along home, and advise everybody to come and see the tragedy.\u201d\n\nNext day you couldn\u2019t hear nothing around that town but how splendid that show was. House was jammed again that night, and we sold this crowd the same way. When me and the king and the duke got home to the raft we all had a supper; and by-and-by, about midnight, they made Jim and me back her out and float her down the middle of the river, and fetch her in and hide her about two mile below town.", "narrative_information_pred": {"sings": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 9}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_23_twain_64kb_2.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cAll right, then \u2014 not a word about any sell. Go along home, and advise everybody to come and see the tragedy.\u201d", "start_byte": 302561, "end_byte": 302672, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 188.4250018310547, "cut_end_time": 195.27000183105469, "narration": {"text": " and rose up mad, and was a-going for that stage and them tragedians. But a big, fine looking man jumps up on a bench and shouts:", "cut_start_time": 147.8950030517578, "cut_end_time": 156.4700655517578, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_23_twain_64kb_3.flac"}, "context": "\u201cWe are sold \u2014 mighty badly sold. But we don\u2019t want to be the laughing stock of this whole town, I reckon, and never hear the last of this thing as long as we live. No. What we want is to go out of here quiet, and talk this show up, and sell the rest of the town! Then we\u2019ll all be in the same boat. Ain\u2019t that sensible?\u201d (\u201cYou bet it is! \u2014 the jedge is right!\u201d everybody sings out.) <|quote_start|>\u201cAll right, then \u2014 not a word about any sell. Go along home, and advise everybody to come and see the tragedy.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\nNext day you couldn\u2019t hear nothing around that town but how splendid that show was. House was jammed again that night, and we sold this crowd the same way. When me and the king and the duke got home to the raft we all had a supper; and by-and-by, about midnight, they made Jim and me back her out and float her down the middle of the river, and fetch her in and hide her about two mile below town.\n\nThe third night the house was crammed again \u2014 and they warn\u2019t new-comers this time, but people that was at the show the other two nights. I stood by the duke at the door, and I see that every man that went in had his pockets bulging, or something muffled up under his coat \u2014 and I see it warn\u2019t no perfumery, neither, not by a long sight. I smelt sickly eggs by the barrel, and rotten cabbages, and such things; and if I know the signs of a dead cat being around, and I bet I do, there was sixty-four of them went in. I shoved in there for a minute, but it was too various for me; I couldn\u2019t stand it. Well, when the place couldn\u2019t hold no more people the duke he give a fellow a quarter and told him to tend door for him a minute, and then he started around for the stage door, I after him; but the minute we turned the corner and was in the dark he says:", "narrative_information_pred": {}, "audio_path": "wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_23_twain_64kb_3.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cWalk fast now till you get away from the houses, and then shin for the raft like the dickens was after you!\u201d", "start_byte": 303931, "end_byte": 304040, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 276.4050122070313, "cut_end_time": 282.8600747070313, "narration": {"text": " and rose up mad, and was a-going for that stage and them tragedians. But a big, fine looking man jumps up on a bench and shouts:", "cut_start_time": 147.8950030517578, "cut_end_time": 156.4700655517578, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_23_twain_64kb_4.flac"}, "context": "The third night the house was crammed again \u2014 and they warn\u2019t new-comers this time, but people that was at the show the other two nights. I stood by the duke at the door, and I see that every man that went in had his pockets bulging, or something muffled up under his coat \u2014 and I see it warn\u2019t no perfumery, neither, not by a long sight. I smelt sickly eggs by the barrel, and rotten cabbages, and such things; and if I know the signs of a dead cat being around, and I bet I do, there was sixty-four of them went in. I shoved in there for a minute, but it was too various for me; I couldn\u2019t stand it. Well, when the place couldn\u2019t hold no more people the duke he give a fellow a quarter and told him to tend door for him a minute, and then he started around for the stage door, I after him; but the minute we turned the corner and was in the dark he says:\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cWalk fast now till you get away from the houses, and then shin for the raft like the dickens was after you!\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\nI done it, and he done the same. We struck the raft at the same time, and in less than two seconds we was gliding down stream, all dark and still, and edging towards the middle of the river, nobody saying a word. I reckoned the poor king was in for a gaudy time of it with the audience, but nothing of the sort; pretty soon he crawls out from under the wigwam, and says:\n\n\u201cWell, how\u2019d the old thing pan out this time, duke?\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {"says": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_23_twain_64kb_4.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cWell, how\u2019d the old thing pan out this time, duke?\u201d", "start_byte": 304414, "end_byte": 304466, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 306.0350134277344, "cut_end_time": 309.4600134277344, "narration": {"text": " and rose up mad, and was a-going for that stage and them tragedians. But a big, fine looking man jumps up on a bench and shouts:", "cut_start_time": 147.8950030517578, "cut_end_time": 156.4700655517578, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_23_twain_64kb_5.flac"}, "context": "\u201cWalk fast now till you get away from the houses, and then shin for the raft like the dickens was after you!\u201d\n\nI done it, and he done the same. We struck the raft at the same time, and in less than two seconds we was gliding down stream, all dark and still, and edging towards the middle of the river, nobody saying a word. I reckoned the poor king was in for a gaudy time of it with the audience, but nothing of the sort; pretty soon he crawls out from under the wigwam, and says:\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cWell, how\u2019d the old thing pan out this time, duke?\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\nHe hadn\u2019t been up town at all.\n\nWe never showed a light till we was about ten mile below the village. Then we lit up and had a supper, and the king and the duke fairly laughed their bones loose over the way they\u2019d served them people. The duke says:\n\n\u201cGreenhorns, flatheads! I knew the first house would keep mum and let the rest of the town get roped in; and I knew they\u2019d lay for us the third night, and consider it was their turn now. Well, it is their turn, and I\u2019d give something to know how much they\u2019d take for it. I would just like to know how they\u2019re putting in their opportunity. They can turn it into a picnic if they want to \u2014 they brought plenty provisions.\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {"says": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_23_twain_64kb_5.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cDon\u2019t it s\u2019prise you de way dem kings carries on, Huck?\u201d", "start_byte": 305344, "end_byte": 305401, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 366.43501220703126, "cut_end_time": 369.56001220703126, "narration": {"text": " and rose up mad, and was a-going for that stage and them tragedians. But a big, fine looking man jumps up on a bench and shouts:", "cut_start_time": 147.8950030517578, "cut_end_time": 156.4700655517578, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_23_twain_64kb_6.flac"}, "context": "\u201cGreenhorns, flatheads! I knew the first house would keep mum and let the rest of the town get roped in; and I knew they\u2019d lay for us the third night, and consider it was their turn now. Well, it is their turn, and I\u2019d give something to know how much they\u2019d take for it. I would just like to know how they\u2019re putting in their opportunity. They can turn it into a picnic if they want to \u2014 they brought plenty provisions.\u201d\n\nThem rapscallions took in four hundred and sixty-five dollars in that three nights. I never see money hauled in by the wagon-load like that before. By-and-by, when they was asleep and snoring, Jim says:\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cDon\u2019t it s\u2019prise you de way dem kings carries on, Huck?\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\n\u201cNo,\u201d I says, \u201cit don\u2019t.\u201d\n\n\u201cWhy don\u2019t it, Huck?\u201d\n\n\u201cWell, it don\u2019t, because it\u2019s in the breed. I reckon they\u2019re all alike.\u201d\n\n\u201cBut, Huck, dese kings o\u2019 ourn is reglar rapscallions; dat\u2019s jist what dey is; dey\u2019s reglar rapscallions.\u201d\n\n\u201cWell, that\u2019s what I\u2019m a-saying; all kings is mostly rapscallions, as fur as I can make out.\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {"says": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_23_twain_64kb_6.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cWhy don\u2019t it, Huck?\u201d", "start_byte": 305430, "end_byte": 305451, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 372.6449853515625, "cut_end_time": 374.0600478515625, "narration": {"text": " and rose up mad, and was a-going for that stage and them tragedians. But a big, fine looking man jumps up on a bench and shouts:", "cut_start_time": 147.8950030517578, "cut_end_time": 156.4700655517578, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_23_twain_64kb_7.flac"}, "context": "\u201cGreenhorns, flatheads! I knew the first house would keep mum and let the rest of the town get roped in; and I knew they\u2019d lay for us the third night, and consider it was their turn now. Well, it is their turn, and I\u2019d give something to know how much they\u2019d take for it. I would just like to know how they\u2019re putting in their opportunity. They can turn it into a picnic if they want to \u2014 they brought plenty provisions.\u201d\n\nThem rapscallions took in four hundred and sixty-five dollars in that three nights. I never see money hauled in by the wagon-load like that before. By-and-by, when they was asleep and snoring, Jim says:\n\n\u201cDon\u2019t it s\u2019prise you de way dem kings carries on, Huck?\u201d\n\n\u201cNo,\u201d I says, \u201cit don\u2019t.\u201d\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cWhy don\u2019t it, Huck?\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\n\u201cWell, it don\u2019t, because it\u2019s in the breed. I reckon they\u2019re all alike.\u201d\n\n\u201cBut, Huck, dese kings o\u2019 ourn is reglar rapscallions; dat\u2019s jist what dey is; dey\u2019s reglar rapscallions.\u201d\n\n\u201cWell, that\u2019s what I\u2019m a-saying; all kings is mostly rapscallions, as fur as I can make out.\u201d\n\n\u201cIs dat so?\u201d\n\n\u201cYou read about them once \u2014 you\u2019ll see. Look at Henry the Eight; this\u2019n \u2019s a Sunday-school Superintendent to him. And look at Charles Second, and Louis Fourteen, and Louis Fifteen, and James Second, and Edward Second, and Richard Third, and forty more; besides all them Saxon heptarchies that used to rip around so in old times and raise Cain. My, you ought to seen old Henry the Eight when he was in bloom. He was a blossom. He used to marry a new wife every day, and chop off her head next morning. And he would do it just as indifferent as if he was ordering up eggs. \u2018Fetch up Nell Gwynn,\u2019 he says. They fetch her up. Next morning, \u2018Chop off her head!\u2019 And they chop it off. \u2018Fetch up Jane Shore,\u2019 he says; and up she comes, Next morning, \u2018Chop off her head\u2019 \u2014 and they chop it off. \u2018Ring up Fair Rosamun.\u2019 Fair Rosamun answers the bell. Next morning, \u2018Chop off her head.\u2019 And he made every one of them tell him a tale every night; and he kept that up till he had hogged a thousand and one tales that way, and then he put them all in a book, and called it Domesday Book \u2014 which was a good name and stated the case. You don\u2019t know kings, Jim, but I know them; and this old rip of ourn is one of the cleanest I\u2019ve struck in history. Well, Henry he takes a notion he wants to get up some trouble with this country. How does he go at it \u2014 give notice? \u2014 give the country a show? No. All of a sudden he heaves all the tea in Boston Harbor overboard, and whacks out a declaration of independence, and dares them to come on. That was his style \u2014 he never give anybody a chance. He had suspicions of his father, the Duke of Wellington. Well, what did he do? Ask him to show up? No \u2014 drownded him in a butt of mamsey, like a cat. S\u2019pose people left money laying around where he was \u2014 what did he do? He collared it. S\u2019pose he contracted to do a thing, and you paid him, and didn\u2019t set down there and see that he done it \u2014 what did he do? He always done the other thing. S\u2019pose he opened his mouth \u2014 what then? If he didn\u2019t shut it up powerful quick he\u2019d lose a lie every time. That\u2019s the kind of a bug Henry was; and if we\u2019d a had him along \u2019stead of our kings he\u2019d a fooled that town a heap worse than ourn done. I don\u2019t say that ourn is lambs, because they ain\u2019t, when you come right down to the cold facts; but they ain\u2019t nothing to that old ram, anyway. All I say is, kings is kings, and you got to make allowances. Take them all around, they\u2019re a mighty ornery lot. It\u2019s the way they\u2019re raised.\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {}, "audio_path": "wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_23_twain_64kb_7.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cWell, it don\u2019t, because it\u2019s in the breed. I reckon they\u2019re all alike.\u201d", "start_byte": 305453, "end_byte": 305525, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 374.8249938964844, "cut_end_time": 379.0701188964844, "narration": {"text": " and rose up mad, and was a-going for that stage and them tragedians. But a big, fine looking man jumps up on a bench and shouts:", "cut_start_time": 147.8950030517578, "cut_end_time": 156.4700655517578, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_23_twain_64kb_8.flac"}, "context": "\u201cGreenhorns, flatheads! I knew the first house would keep mum and let the rest of the town get roped in; and I knew they\u2019d lay for us the third night, and consider it was their turn now. Well, it is their turn, and I\u2019d give something to know how much they\u2019d take for it. I would just like to know how they\u2019re putting in their opportunity. They can turn it into a picnic if they want to \u2014 they brought plenty provisions.\u201d\n\nThem rapscallions took in four hundred and sixty-five dollars in that three nights. I never see money hauled in by the wagon-load like that before. By-and-by, when they was asleep and snoring, Jim says:\n\n\u201cDon\u2019t it s\u2019prise you de way dem kings carries on, Huck?\u201d\n\n\u201cNo,\u201d I says, \u201cit don\u2019t.\u201d\n\n\u201cWhy don\u2019t it, Huck?\u201d\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cWell, it don\u2019t, because it\u2019s in the breed. I reckon they\u2019re all alike.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\n\u201cBut, Huck, dese kings o\u2019 ourn is reglar rapscallions; dat\u2019s jist what dey is; dey\u2019s reglar rapscallions.\u201d\n\n\u201cWell, that\u2019s what I\u2019m a-saying; all kings is mostly rapscallions, as fur as I can make out.\u201d\n\n\u201cIs dat so?\u201d\n\n\u201cYou read about them once \u2014 you\u2019ll see. Look at Henry the Eight; this\u2019n \u2019s a Sunday-school Superintendent to him. And look at Charles Second, and Louis Fourteen, and Louis Fifteen, and James Second, and Edward Second, and Richard Third, and forty more; besides all them Saxon heptarchies that used to rip around so in old times and raise Cain. My, you ought to seen old Henry the Eight when he was in bloom. He was a blossom. He used to marry a new wife every day, and chop off her head next morning. And he would do it just as indifferent as if he was ordering up eggs. \u2018Fetch up Nell Gwynn,\u2019 he says. They fetch her up. Next morning, \u2018Chop off her head!\u2019 And they chop it off. \u2018Fetch up Jane Shore,\u2019 he says; and up she comes, Next morning, \u2018Chop off her head\u2019 \u2014 and they chop it off. \u2018Ring up Fair Rosamun.\u2019 Fair Rosamun answers the bell. Next morning, \u2018Chop off her head.\u2019 And he made every one of them tell him a tale every night; and he kept that up till he had hogged a thousand and one tales that way, and then he put them all in a book, and called it Domesday Book \u2014 which was a good name and stated the case. You don\u2019t know kings, Jim, but I know them; and this old rip of ourn is one of the cleanest I\u2019ve struck in history. Well, Henry he takes a notion he wants to get up some trouble with this country. How does he go at it \u2014 give notice? \u2014 give the country a show? No. All of a sudden he heaves all the tea in Boston Harbor overboard, and whacks out a declaration of independence, and dares them to come on. That was his style \u2014 he never give anybody a chance. He had suspicions of his father, the Duke of Wellington. Well, what did he do? Ask him to show up? No \u2014 drownded him in a butt of mamsey, like a cat. S\u2019pose people left money laying around where he was \u2014 what did he do? He collared it. S\u2019pose he contracted to do a thing, and you paid him, and didn\u2019t set down there and see that he done it \u2014 what did he do? He always done the other thing. S\u2019pose he opened his mouth \u2014 what then? If he didn\u2019t shut it up powerful quick he\u2019d lose a lie every time. That\u2019s the kind of a bug Henry was; and if we\u2019d a had him along \u2019stead of our kings he\u2019d a fooled that town a heap worse than ourn done. I don\u2019t say that ourn is lambs, because they ain\u2019t, when you come right down to the cold facts; but they ain\u2019t nothing to that old ram, anyway. All I say is, kings is kings, and you got to make allowances. Take them all around, they\u2019re a mighty ornery lot. It\u2019s the way they\u2019re raised.\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {}, "audio_path": "wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_23_twain_64kb_8.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cBut, Huck, dese kings o\u2019 ourn is reglar rapscallions; dat\u2019s jist what dey is; dey\u2019s reglar rapscallions.\u201d", "start_byte": 305527, "end_byte": 305633, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 379.0250085449219, "cut_end_time": 387.1300710449219, "narration": {"text": " and rose up mad, and was a-going for that stage and them tragedians. But a big, fine looking man jumps up on a bench and shouts:", "cut_start_time": 147.8950030517578, "cut_end_time": 156.4700655517578, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_23_twain_64kb_9.flac"}, "context": "Them rapscallions took in four hundred and sixty-five dollars in that three nights. I never see money hauled in by the wagon-load like that before. By-and-by, when they was asleep and snoring, Jim says:\n\n\u201cDon\u2019t it s\u2019prise you de way dem kings carries on, Huck?\u201d\n\n\u201cNo,\u201d I says, \u201cit don\u2019t.\u201d\n\n\u201cWhy don\u2019t it, Huck?\u201d\n\n\u201cWell, it don\u2019t, because it\u2019s in the breed. I reckon they\u2019re all alike.\u201d\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cBut, Huck, dese kings o\u2019 ourn is reglar rapscallions; dat\u2019s jist what dey is; dey\u2019s reglar rapscallions.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\n\u201cWell, that\u2019s what I\u2019m a-saying; all kings is mostly rapscallions, as fur as I can make out.\u201d\n\n\u201cIs dat so?\u201d\n\n\u201cYou read about them once \u2014 you\u2019ll see. Look at Henry the Eight; this\u2019n \u2019s a Sunday-school Superintendent to him. And look at Charles Second, and Louis Fourteen, and Louis Fifteen, and James Second, and Edward Second, and Richard Third, and forty more; besides all them Saxon heptarchies that used to rip around so in old times and raise Cain. My, you ought to seen old Henry the Eight when he was in bloom. He was a blossom. He used to marry a new wife every day, and chop off her head next morning. And he would do it just as indifferent as if he was ordering up eggs. \u2018Fetch up Nell Gwynn,\u2019 he says. They fetch her up. Next morning, \u2018Chop off her head!\u2019 And they chop it off. \u2018Fetch up Jane Shore,\u2019 he says; and up she comes, Next morning, \u2018Chop off her head\u2019 \u2014 and they chop it off. \u2018Ring up Fair Rosamun.\u2019 Fair Rosamun answers the bell. Next morning, \u2018Chop off her head.\u2019 And he made every one of them tell him a tale every night; and he kept that up till he had hogged a thousand and one tales that way, and then he put them all in a book, and called it Domesday Book \u2014 which was a good name and stated the case. You don\u2019t know kings, Jim, but I know them; and this old rip of ourn is one of the cleanest I\u2019ve struck in history. Well, Henry he takes a notion he wants to get up some trouble with this country. How does he go at it \u2014 give notice? \u2014 give the country a show? No. All of a sudden he heaves all the tea in Boston Harbor overboard, and whacks out a declaration of independence, and dares them to come on. That was his style \u2014 he never give anybody a chance. He had suspicions of his father, the Duke of Wellington. Well, what did he do? Ask him to show up? No \u2014 drownded him in a butt of mamsey, like a cat. S\u2019pose people left money laying around where he was \u2014 what did he do? He collared it. S\u2019pose he contracted to do a thing, and you paid him, and didn\u2019t set down there and see that he done it \u2014 what did he do? He always done the other thing. S\u2019pose he opened his mouth \u2014 what then? If he didn\u2019t shut it up powerful quick he\u2019d lose a lie every time. That\u2019s the kind of a bug Henry was; and if we\u2019d a had him along \u2019stead of our kings he\u2019d a fooled that town a heap worse than ourn done. I don\u2019t say that ourn is lambs, because they ain\u2019t, when you come right down to the cold facts; but they ain\u2019t nothing to that old ram, anyway. All I say is, kings is kings, and you got to make allowances. Take them all around, they\u2019re a mighty ornery lot. It\u2019s the way they\u2019re raised.\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {}, "audio_path": "wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_23_twain_64kb_9.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cWell, that\u2019s what I\u2019m a-saying; all kings is mostly rapscallions, as fur as I can make out.\u201d", "start_byte": 305635, "end_byte": 305728, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 387.78501464843754, "cut_end_time": 393.30007714843754, "narration": {"text": " and rose up mad, and was a-going for that stage and them tragedians. But a big, fine looking man jumps up on a bench and shouts:", "cut_start_time": 147.8950030517578, "cut_end_time": 156.4700655517578, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_23_twain_64kb_10.flac"}, "context": "Them rapscallions took in four hundred and sixty-five dollars in that three nights. I never see money hauled in by the wagon-load like that before. By-and-by, when they was asleep and snoring, Jim says:\n\n\u201cDon\u2019t it s\u2019prise you de way dem kings carries on, Huck?\u201d\n\n\u201cNo,\u201d I says, \u201cit don\u2019t.\u201d\n\n\u201cWhy don\u2019t it, Huck?\u201d\n\n\u201cWell, it don\u2019t, because it\u2019s in the breed. I reckon they\u2019re all alike.\u201d\n\n\u201cBut, Huck, dese kings o\u2019 ourn is reglar rapscallions; dat\u2019s jist what dey is; dey\u2019s reglar rapscallions.\u201d\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cWell, that\u2019s what I\u2019m a-saying; all kings is mostly rapscallions, as fur as I can make out.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\n\u201cIs dat so?\u201d\n\n\u201cYou read about them once \u2014 you\u2019ll see. Look at Henry the Eight; this\u2019n \u2019s a Sunday-school Superintendent to him. And look at Charles Second, and Louis Fourteen, and Louis Fifteen, and James Second, and Edward Second, and Richard Third, and forty more; besides all them Saxon heptarchies that used to rip around so in old times and raise Cain. My, you ought to seen old Henry the Eight when he was in bloom. He was a blossom. He used to marry a new wife every day, and chop off her head next morning. And he would do it just as indifferent as if he was ordering up eggs. \u2018Fetch up Nell Gwynn,\u2019 he says. They fetch her up. Next morning, \u2018Chop off her head!\u2019 And they chop it off. \u2018Fetch up Jane Shore,\u2019 he says; and up she comes, Next morning, \u2018Chop off her head\u2019 \u2014 and they chop it off. \u2018Ring up Fair Rosamun.\u2019 Fair Rosamun answers the bell. Next morning, \u2018Chop off her head.\u2019 And he made every one of them tell him a tale every night; and he kept that up till he had hogged a thousand and one tales that way, and then he put them all in a book, and called it Domesday Book \u2014 which was a good name and stated the case. You don\u2019t know kings, Jim, but I know them; and this old rip of ourn is one of the cleanest I\u2019ve struck in history. Well, Henry he takes a notion he wants to get up some trouble with this country. How does he go at it \u2014 give notice? \u2014 give the country a show? No. All of a sudden he heaves all the tea in Boston Harbor overboard, and whacks out a declaration of independence, and dares them to come on. That was his style \u2014 he never give anybody a chance. He had suspicions of his father, the Duke of Wellington. Well, what did he do? Ask him to show up? No \u2014 drownded him in a butt of mamsey, like a cat. S\u2019pose people left money laying around where he was \u2014 what did he do? He collared it. S\u2019pose he contracted to do a thing, and you paid him, and didn\u2019t set down there and see that he done it \u2014 what did he do? He always done the other thing. S\u2019pose he opened his mouth \u2014 what then? If he didn\u2019t shut it up powerful quick he\u2019d lose a lie every time. That\u2019s the kind of a bug Henry was; and if we\u2019d a had him along \u2019stead of our kings he\u2019d a fooled that town a heap worse than ourn done. I don\u2019t say that ourn is lambs, because they ain\u2019t, when you come right down to the cold facts; but they ain\u2019t nothing to that old ram, anyway. All I say is, kings is kings, and you got to make allowances. Take them all around, they\u2019re a mighty ornery lot. It\u2019s the way they\u2019re raised.\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {}, "audio_path": "wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_23_twain_64kb_10.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cIs dat so?\u201d", "start_byte": 305730, "end_byte": 305742, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 393.95500976562505, "cut_end_time": 395.53000976562504, "narration": {"text": " and rose up mad, and was a-going for that stage and them tragedians. But a big, fine looking man jumps up on a bench and shouts:", "cut_start_time": 147.8950030517578, "cut_end_time": 156.4700655517578, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_23_twain_64kb_11.flac"}, "context": "\u201cNo,\u201d I says, \u201cit don\u2019t.\u201d\n\n\u201cWhy don\u2019t it, Huck?\u201d\n\n\u201cWell, it don\u2019t, because it\u2019s in the breed. I reckon they\u2019re all alike.\u201d\n\n\u201cBut, Huck, dese kings o\u2019 ourn is reglar rapscallions; dat\u2019s jist what dey is; dey\u2019s reglar rapscallions.\u201d\n\n\u201cWell, that\u2019s what I\u2019m a-saying; all kings is mostly rapscallions, as fur as I can make out.\u201d\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cIs dat so?\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\n\u201cYou read about them once \u2014 you\u2019ll see. Look at Henry the Eight; this\u2019n \u2019s a Sunday-school Superintendent to him. And look at Charles Second, and Louis Fourteen, and Louis Fifteen, and James Second, and Edward Second, and Richard Third, and forty more; besides all them Saxon heptarchies that used to rip around so in old times and raise Cain. My, you ought to seen old Henry the Eight when he was in bloom. He was a blossom. He used to marry a new wife every day, and chop off her head next morning. And he would do it just as indifferent as if he was ordering up eggs. \u2018Fetch up Nell Gwynn,\u2019 he says. They fetch her up. Next morning, \u2018Chop off her head!\u2019 And they chop it off. \u2018Fetch up Jane Shore,\u2019 he says; and up she comes, Next morning, \u2018Chop off her head\u2019 \u2014 and they chop it off. \u2018Ring up Fair Rosamun.\u2019 Fair Rosamun answers the bell. Next morning, \u2018Chop off her head.\u2019 And he made every one of them tell him a tale every night; and he kept that up till he had hogged a thousand and one tales that way, and then he put them all in a book, and called it Domesday Book \u2014 which was a good name and stated the case. You don\u2019t know kings, Jim, but I know them; and this old rip of ourn is one of the cleanest I\u2019ve struck in history. Well, Henry he takes a notion he wants to get up some trouble with this country. How does he go at it \u2014 give notice? \u2014 give the country a show? No. All of a sudden he heaves all the tea in Boston Harbor overboard, and whacks out a declaration of independence, and dares them to come on. That was his style \u2014 he never give anybody a chance. He had suspicions of his father, the Duke of Wellington. Well, what did he do? Ask him to show up? No \u2014 drownded him in a butt of mamsey, like a cat. S\u2019pose people left money laying around where he was \u2014 what did he do? He collared it. S\u2019pose he contracted to do a thing, and you paid him, and didn\u2019t set down there and see that he done it \u2014 what did he do? He always done the other thing. S\u2019pose he opened his mouth \u2014 what then? If he didn\u2019t shut it up powerful quick he\u2019d lose a lie every time. That\u2019s the kind of a bug Henry was; and if we\u2019d a had him along \u2019stead of our kings he\u2019d a fooled that town a heap worse than ourn done. I don\u2019t say that ourn is lambs, because they ain\u2019t, when you come right down to the cold facts; but they ain\u2019t nothing to that old ram, anyway. All I say is, kings is kings, and you got to make allowances. Take them all around, they\u2019re a mighty ornery lot. It\u2019s the way they\u2019re raised.\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {}, "audio_path": "wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_23_twain_64kb_11.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cBut dis one do smell so like de nation, Huck.\u201d", "start_byte": 308241, "end_byte": 308288, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 566.3049731445312, "cut_end_time": 570.0800356445312, "narration": {"text": " and rose up mad, and was a-going for that stage and them tragedians. But a big, fine looking man jumps up on a bench and shouts:", "cut_start_time": 147.8950030517578, "cut_end_time": 156.4700655517578, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_23_twain_64kb_12.flac"}, "context": "\u201cYou read about them once \u2014 you\u2019ll see. Look at Henry the Eight; this\u2019n \u2019s a Sunday-school Superintendent to him. And look at Charles Second, and Louis Fourteen, and Louis Fifteen, and James Second, and Edward Second, and Richard Third, and forty more; besides all them Saxon heptarchies that used to rip around so in old times and raise Cain. My, you ought to seen old Henry the Eight when he was in bloom. He was a blossom. He used to marry a new wife every day, and chop off her head next morning. And he would do it just as indifferent as if he was ordering up eggs. \u2018Fetch up Nell Gwynn,\u2019 he says. They fetch her up. Next morning, \u2018Chop off her head!\u2019 And they chop it off. \u2018Fetch up Jane Shore,\u2019 he says; and up she comes, Next morning, \u2018Chop off her head\u2019 \u2014 and they chop it off. \u2018Ring up Fair Rosamun.\u2019 Fair Rosamun answers the bell. Next morning, \u2018Chop off her head.\u2019 And he made every one of them tell him a tale every night; and he kept that up till he had hogged a thousand and one tales that way, and then he put them all in a book, and called it Domesday Book \u2014 which was a good name and stated the case. You don\u2019t know kings, Jim, but I know them; and this old rip of ourn is one of the cleanest I\u2019ve struck in history. Well, Henry he takes a notion he wants to get up some trouble with this country. How does he go at it \u2014 give notice? \u2014 give the country a show? No. All of a sudden he heaves all the tea in Boston Harbor overboard, and whacks out a declaration of independence, and dares them to come on. That was his style \u2014 he never give anybody a chance. He had suspicions of his father, the Duke of Wellington. Well, what did he do? Ask him to show up? No \u2014 drownded him in a butt of mamsey, like a cat. S\u2019pose people left money laying around where he was \u2014 what did he do? He collared it. S\u2019pose he contracted to do a thing, and you paid him, and didn\u2019t set down there and see that he done it \u2014 what did he do? He always done the other thing. S\u2019pose he opened his mouth \u2014 what then? If he didn\u2019t shut it up powerful quick he\u2019d lose a lie every time. That\u2019s the kind of a bug Henry was; and if we\u2019d a had him along \u2019stead of our kings he\u2019d a fooled that town a heap worse than ourn done. I don\u2019t say that ourn is lambs, because they ain\u2019t, when you come right down to the cold facts; but they ain\u2019t nothing to that old ram, anyway. All I say is, kings is kings, and you got to make allowances. Take them all around, they\u2019re a mighty ornery lot. It\u2019s the way they\u2019re raised.\u201d\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cBut dis one do smell so like de nation, Huck.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\n\u201cWell, they all do, Jim. We can\u2019t help the way a king smells; history don\u2019t tell no way.\u201d\n\n\u201cNow de duke, he\u2019s a tolerble likely man in some ways.\u201d\n\n\u201cYes, a duke\u2019s different. But not very different. This one\u2019s a middling hard lot for a duke. When he\u2019s drunk, there ain\u2019t no near-sighted man could tell him from a king.\u201d\n\n\u201cWell, anyways, I doan\u2019 hanker for no mo\u2019 un um, Huck. Dese is all I kin stan\u2019.\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {}, "audio_path": "wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_23_twain_64kb_12.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cWell, they all do, Jim. We can\u2019t help the way a king smells; history don\u2019t tell no way.\u201d", "start_byte": 308290, "end_byte": 308379, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 570.5449902343751, "cut_end_time": 576.890052734375, "narration": {"text": " and rose up mad, and was a-going for that stage and them tragedians. But a big, fine looking man jumps up on a bench and shouts:", "cut_start_time": 147.8950030517578, "cut_end_time": 156.4700655517578, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_23_twain_64kb_13.flac"}, "context": "\u201cYou read about them once \u2014 you\u2019ll see. Look at Henry the Eight; this\u2019n \u2019s a Sunday-school Superintendent to him. And look at Charles Second, and Louis Fourteen, and Louis Fifteen, and James Second, and Edward Second, and Richard Third, and forty more; besides all them Saxon heptarchies that used to rip around so in old times and raise Cain. My, you ought to seen old Henry the Eight when he was in bloom. He was a blossom. He used to marry a new wife every day, and chop off her head next morning. And he would do it just as indifferent as if he was ordering up eggs. \u2018Fetch up Nell Gwynn,\u2019 he says. They fetch her up. Next morning, \u2018Chop off her head!\u2019 And they chop it off. \u2018Fetch up Jane Shore,\u2019 he says; and up she comes, Next morning, \u2018Chop off her head\u2019 \u2014 and they chop it off. \u2018Ring up Fair Rosamun.\u2019 Fair Rosamun answers the bell. Next morning, \u2018Chop off her head.\u2019 And he made every one of them tell him a tale every night; and he kept that up till he had hogged a thousand and one tales that way, and then he put them all in a book, and called it Domesday Book \u2014 which was a good name and stated the case. You don\u2019t know kings, Jim, but I know them; and this old rip of ourn is one of the cleanest I\u2019ve struck in history. Well, Henry he takes a notion he wants to get up some trouble with this country. How does he go at it \u2014 give notice? \u2014 give the country a show? No. All of a sudden he heaves all the tea in Boston Harbor overboard, and whacks out a declaration of independence, and dares them to come on. That was his style \u2014 he never give anybody a chance. He had suspicions of his father, the Duke of Wellington. Well, what did he do? Ask him to show up? No \u2014 drownded him in a butt of mamsey, like a cat. S\u2019pose people left money laying around where he was \u2014 what did he do? He collared it. S\u2019pose he contracted to do a thing, and you paid him, and didn\u2019t set down there and see that he done it \u2014 what did he do? He always done the other thing. S\u2019pose he opened his mouth \u2014 what then? If he didn\u2019t shut it up powerful quick he\u2019d lose a lie every time. That\u2019s the kind of a bug Henry was; and if we\u2019d a had him along \u2019stead of our kings he\u2019d a fooled that town a heap worse than ourn done. I don\u2019t say that ourn is lambs, because they ain\u2019t, when you come right down to the cold facts; but they ain\u2019t nothing to that old ram, anyway. All I say is, kings is kings, and you got to make allowances. Take them all around, they\u2019re a mighty ornery lot. It\u2019s the way they\u2019re raised.\u201d\n\n\u201cBut dis one do smell so like de nation, Huck.\u201d\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cWell, they all do, Jim. We can\u2019t help the way a king smells; history don\u2019t tell no way.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\n\u201cNow de duke, he\u2019s a tolerble likely man in some ways.\u201d\n\n\u201cYes, a duke\u2019s different. But not very different. This one\u2019s a middling hard lot for a duke. When he\u2019s drunk, there ain\u2019t no near-sighted man could tell him from a king.\u201d\n\n\u201cWell, anyways, I doan\u2019 hanker for no mo\u2019 un um, Huck. Dese is all I kin stan\u2019.\u201d\n\n\u201cIt\u2019s the way I feel, too, Jim. But we\u2019ve got them on our hands, and we got to remember what they are, and make allowances. Sometimes I wish we could hear of a country that\u2019s out of kings.\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {}, "audio_path": "wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_23_twain_64kb_13.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cNow de duke, he\u2019s a tolerble likely man in some ways.\u201d", "start_byte": 308381, "end_byte": 308436, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 577.4649731445313, "cut_end_time": 581.6000981445312, "narration": {"text": " and rose up mad, and was a-going for that stage and them tragedians. But a big, fine looking man jumps up on a bench and shouts:", "cut_start_time": 147.8950030517578, "cut_end_time": 156.4700655517578, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_23_twain_64kb_14.flac"}, "context": "\u201cYou read about them once \u2014 you\u2019ll see. Look at Henry the Eight; this\u2019n \u2019s a Sunday-school Superintendent to him. And look at Charles Second, and Louis Fourteen, and Louis Fifteen, and James Second, and Edward Second, and Richard Third, and forty more; besides all them Saxon heptarchies that used to rip around so in old times and raise Cain. My, you ought to seen old Henry the Eight when he was in bloom. He was a blossom. He used to marry a new wife every day, and chop off her head next morning. And he would do it just as indifferent as if he was ordering up eggs. \u2018Fetch up Nell Gwynn,\u2019 he says. They fetch her up. Next morning, \u2018Chop off her head!\u2019 And they chop it off. \u2018Fetch up Jane Shore,\u2019 he says; and up she comes, Next morning, \u2018Chop off her head\u2019 \u2014 and they chop it off. \u2018Ring up Fair Rosamun.\u2019 Fair Rosamun answers the bell. Next morning, \u2018Chop off her head.\u2019 And he made every one of them tell him a tale every night; and he kept that up till he had hogged a thousand and one tales that way, and then he put them all in a book, and called it Domesday Book \u2014 which was a good name and stated the case. You don\u2019t know kings, Jim, but I know them; and this old rip of ourn is one of the cleanest I\u2019ve struck in history. Well, Henry he takes a notion he wants to get up some trouble with this country. How does he go at it \u2014 give notice? \u2014 give the country a show? No. All of a sudden he heaves all the tea in Boston Harbor overboard, and whacks out a declaration of independence, and dares them to come on. That was his style \u2014 he never give anybody a chance. He had suspicions of his father, the Duke of Wellington. Well, what did he do? Ask him to show up? No \u2014 drownded him in a butt of mamsey, like a cat. S\u2019pose people left money laying around where he was \u2014 what did he do? He collared it. S\u2019pose he contracted to do a thing, and you paid him, and didn\u2019t set down there and see that he done it \u2014 what did he do? He always done the other thing. S\u2019pose he opened his mouth \u2014 what then? If he didn\u2019t shut it up powerful quick he\u2019d lose a lie every time. That\u2019s the kind of a bug Henry was; and if we\u2019d a had him along \u2019stead of our kings he\u2019d a fooled that town a heap worse than ourn done. I don\u2019t say that ourn is lambs, because they ain\u2019t, when you come right down to the cold facts; but they ain\u2019t nothing to that old ram, anyway. All I say is, kings is kings, and you got to make allowances. Take them all around, they\u2019re a mighty ornery lot. It\u2019s the way they\u2019re raised.\u201d\n\n\u201cBut dis one do smell so like de nation, Huck.\u201d\n\n\u201cWell, they all do, Jim. We can\u2019t help the way a king smells; history don\u2019t tell no way.\u201d\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cNow de duke, he\u2019s a tolerble likely man in some ways.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\n\u201cYes, a duke\u2019s different. But not very different. This one\u2019s a middling hard lot for a duke. When he\u2019s drunk, there ain\u2019t no near-sighted man could tell him from a king.\u201d\n\n\u201cWell, anyways, I doan\u2019 hanker for no mo\u2019 un um, Huck. Dese is all I kin stan\u2019.\u201d\n\n\u201cIt\u2019s the way I feel, too, Jim. But we\u2019ve got them on our hands, and we got to remember what they are, and make allowances. Sometimes I wish we could hear of a country that\u2019s out of kings.\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {}, "audio_path": "wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_23_twain_64kb_14.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cYes, a duke\u2019s different. But not very different. This one\u2019s a middling hard lot for a duke. When he\u2019s drunk, there ain\u2019t no near-sighted man could tell him from a king.\u201d", "start_byte": 308438, "end_byte": 308608, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 582.0250268554688, "cut_end_time": 591.9300268554688, "narration": {"text": " and rose up mad, and was a-going for that stage and them tragedians. But a big, fine looking man jumps up on a bench and shouts:", "cut_start_time": 147.8950030517578, "cut_end_time": 156.4700655517578, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_23_twain_64kb_15.flac"}, "context": "\u201cYou read about them once \u2014 you\u2019ll see. Look at Henry the Eight; this\u2019n \u2019s a Sunday-school Superintendent to him. And look at Charles Second, and Louis Fourteen, and Louis Fifteen, and James Second, and Edward Second, and Richard Third, and forty more; besides all them Saxon heptarchies that used to rip around so in old times and raise Cain. My, you ought to seen old Henry the Eight when he was in bloom. He was a blossom. He used to marry a new wife every day, and chop off her head next morning. And he would do it just as indifferent as if he was ordering up eggs. \u2018Fetch up Nell Gwynn,\u2019 he says. They fetch her up. Next morning, \u2018Chop off her head!\u2019 And they chop it off. \u2018Fetch up Jane Shore,\u2019 he says; and up she comes, Next morning, \u2018Chop off her head\u2019 \u2014 and they chop it off. \u2018Ring up Fair Rosamun.\u2019 Fair Rosamun answers the bell. Next morning, \u2018Chop off her head.\u2019 And he made every one of them tell him a tale every night; and he kept that up till he had hogged a thousand and one tales that way, and then he put them all in a book, and called it Domesday Book \u2014 which was a good name and stated the case. You don\u2019t know kings, Jim, but I know them; and this old rip of ourn is one of the cleanest I\u2019ve struck in history. Well, Henry he takes a notion he wants to get up some trouble with this country. How does he go at it \u2014 give notice? \u2014 give the country a show? No. All of a sudden he heaves all the tea in Boston Harbor overboard, and whacks out a declaration of independence, and dares them to come on. That was his style \u2014 he never give anybody a chance. He had suspicions of his father, the Duke of Wellington. Well, what did he do? Ask him to show up? No \u2014 drownded him in a butt of mamsey, like a cat. S\u2019pose people left money laying around where he was \u2014 what did he do? He collared it. S\u2019pose he contracted to do a thing, and you paid him, and didn\u2019t set down there and see that he done it \u2014 what did he do? He always done the other thing. S\u2019pose he opened his mouth \u2014 what then? If he didn\u2019t shut it up powerful quick he\u2019d lose a lie every time. That\u2019s the kind of a bug Henry was; and if we\u2019d a had him along \u2019stead of our kings he\u2019d a fooled that town a heap worse than ourn done. I don\u2019t say that ourn is lambs, because they ain\u2019t, when you come right down to the cold facts; but they ain\u2019t nothing to that old ram, anyway. All I say is, kings is kings, and you got to make allowances. Take them all around, they\u2019re a mighty ornery lot. It\u2019s the way they\u2019re raised.\u201d\n\n\u201cBut dis one do smell so like de nation, Huck.\u201d\n\n\u201cWell, they all do, Jim. We can\u2019t help the way a king smells; history don\u2019t tell no way.\u201d\n\n\u201cNow de duke, he\u2019s a tolerble likely man in some ways.\u201d\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cYes, a duke\u2019s different. But not very different. This one\u2019s a middling hard lot for a duke. When he\u2019s drunk, there ain\u2019t no near-sighted man could tell him from a king.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\n\u201cWell, anyways, I doan\u2019 hanker for no mo\u2019 un um, Huck. Dese is all I kin stan\u2019.\u201d\n\n\u201cIt\u2019s the way I feel, too, Jim. But we\u2019ve got them on our hands, and we got to remember what they are, and make allowances. Sometimes I wish we could hear of a country that\u2019s out of kings.\u201d\n\nWhat was the use to tell Jim these warn\u2019t real kings and dukes? It wouldn\u2019t a done no good; and, besides, it was just as I said: you couldn\u2019t tell them from the real kind.", "narrative_information_pred": {}, "audio_path": "wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_23_twain_64kb_15.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cWell, anyways, I doan\u2019 hanker for no mo\u2019 un um, Huck. Dese is all I kin stan\u2019.\u201d", "start_byte": 308610, "end_byte": 308690, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 592.9049926757813, "cut_end_time": 599.7900551757813, "narration": {"text": " and rose up mad, and was a-going for that stage and them tragedians. But a big, fine looking man jumps up on a bench and shouts:", "cut_start_time": 147.8950030517578, "cut_end_time": 156.4700655517578, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_23_twain_64kb_16.flac"}, "context": "\u201cYou read about them once \u2014 you\u2019ll see. Look at Henry the Eight; this\u2019n \u2019s a Sunday-school Superintendent to him. And look at Charles Second, and Louis Fourteen, and Louis Fifteen, and James Second, and Edward Second, and Richard Third, and forty more; besides all them Saxon heptarchies that used to rip around so in old times and raise Cain. My, you ought to seen old Henry the Eight when he was in bloom. He was a blossom. He used to marry a new wife every day, and chop off her head next morning. And he would do it just as indifferent as if he was ordering up eggs. \u2018Fetch up Nell Gwynn,\u2019 he says. They fetch her up. Next morning, \u2018Chop off her head!\u2019 And they chop it off. \u2018Fetch up Jane Shore,\u2019 he says; and up she comes, Next morning, \u2018Chop off her head\u2019 \u2014 and they chop it off. \u2018Ring up Fair Rosamun.\u2019 Fair Rosamun answers the bell. Next morning, \u2018Chop off her head.\u2019 And he made every one of them tell him a tale every night; and he kept that up till he had hogged a thousand and one tales that way, and then he put them all in a book, and called it Domesday Book \u2014 which was a good name and stated the case. You don\u2019t know kings, Jim, but I know them; and this old rip of ourn is one of the cleanest I\u2019ve struck in history. Well, Henry he takes a notion he wants to get up some trouble with this country. How does he go at it \u2014 give notice? \u2014 give the country a show? No. All of a sudden he heaves all the tea in Boston Harbor overboard, and whacks out a declaration of independence, and dares them to come on. That was his style \u2014 he never give anybody a chance. He had suspicions of his father, the Duke of Wellington. Well, what did he do? Ask him to show up? No \u2014 drownded him in a butt of mamsey, like a cat. S\u2019pose people left money laying around where he was \u2014 what did he do? He collared it. S\u2019pose he contracted to do a thing, and you paid him, and didn\u2019t set down there and see that he done it \u2014 what did he do? He always done the other thing. S\u2019pose he opened his mouth \u2014 what then? If he didn\u2019t shut it up powerful quick he\u2019d lose a lie every time. That\u2019s the kind of a bug Henry was; and if we\u2019d a had him along \u2019stead of our kings he\u2019d a fooled that town a heap worse than ourn done. I don\u2019t say that ourn is lambs, because they ain\u2019t, when you come right down to the cold facts; but they ain\u2019t nothing to that old ram, anyway. All I say is, kings is kings, and you got to make allowances. Take them all around, they\u2019re a mighty ornery lot. It\u2019s the way they\u2019re raised.\u201d\n\n\u201cBut dis one do smell so like de nation, Huck.\u201d\n\n\u201cWell, they all do, Jim. We can\u2019t help the way a king smells; history don\u2019t tell no way.\u201d\n\n\u201cNow de duke, he\u2019s a tolerble likely man in some ways.\u201d\n\n\u201cYes, a duke\u2019s different. But not very different. This one\u2019s a middling hard lot for a duke. When he\u2019s drunk, there ain\u2019t no near-sighted man could tell him from a king.\u201d\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cWell, anyways, I doan\u2019 hanker for no mo\u2019 un um, Huck. Dese is all I kin stan\u2019.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\n\u201cIt\u2019s the way I feel, too, Jim. But we\u2019ve got them on our hands, and we got to remember what they are, and make allowances. Sometimes I wish we could hear of a country that\u2019s out of kings.\u201d\n\nWhat was the use to tell Jim these warn\u2019t real kings and dukes? It wouldn\u2019t a done no good; and, besides, it was just as I said: you couldn\u2019t tell them from the real kind.\n\nI went to sleep, and Jim didn\u2019t call me when it was my turn. He often done that. When I waked up just at daybreak, he was sitting there with his head down betwixt his knees, moaning and mourning to himself. I didn\u2019t take notice nor let on. I knowed what it was about. He was thinking about his wife and his children, away up yonder, and he was low and homesick; because he hadn\u2019t ever been away from home before in his life; and I do believe he cared just as much for his people as white folks does for their\u2019n. It don\u2019t seem natural, but I reckon it\u2019s so. He was often moaning and mourning that way nights, when he judged I was asleep, and saying,", "narrative_information_pred": {}, "audio_path": "wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_23_twain_64kb_16.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cIt\u2019s the way I feel, too, Jim. But we\u2019ve got them on our hands, and we got to remember what they are, and make allowances. Sometimes I wish we could hear of a country that\u2019s out of kings.\u201d", "start_byte": 308692, "end_byte": 308881, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 600.3449877929688, "cut_end_time": 610.7601127929688, "narration": {"text": " and rose up mad, and was a-going for that stage and them tragedians. But a big, fine looking man jumps up on a bench and shouts:", "cut_start_time": 147.8950030517578, "cut_end_time": 156.4700655517578, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_23_twain_64kb_17.flac"}, "context": "\u201cWell, they all do, Jim. We can\u2019t help the way a king smells; history don\u2019t tell no way.\u201d\n\n\u201cNow de duke, he\u2019s a tolerble likely man in some ways.\u201d\n\n\u201cYes, a duke\u2019s different. But not very different. This one\u2019s a middling hard lot for a duke. When he\u2019s drunk, there ain\u2019t no near-sighted man could tell him from a king.\u201d\n\n\u201cWell, anyways, I doan\u2019 hanker for no mo\u2019 un um, Huck. Dese is all I kin stan\u2019.\u201d\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cIt\u2019s the way I feel, too, Jim. But we\u2019ve got them on our hands, and we got to remember what they are, and make allowances. Sometimes I wish we could hear of a country that\u2019s out of kings.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\nWhat was the use to tell Jim these warn\u2019t real kings and dukes? It wouldn\u2019t a done no good; and, besides, it was just as I said: you couldn\u2019t tell them from the real kind.\n\nI went to sleep, and Jim didn\u2019t call me when it was my turn. He often done that. When I waked up just at daybreak, he was sitting there with his head down betwixt his knees, moaning and mourning to himself. I didn\u2019t take notice nor let on. I knowed what it was about. He was thinking about his wife and his children, away up yonder, and he was low and homesick; because he hadn\u2019t ever been away from home before in his life; and I do believe he cared just as much for his people as white folks does for their\u2019n. It don\u2019t seem natural, but I reckon it\u2019s so. He was often moaning and mourning that way nights, when he judged I was asleep, and saying,", "narrative_information_pred": {}, "audio_path": "wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_23_twain_64kb_17.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cPo\u2019 little \u2019Lizabeth! po\u2019 little Johnny! it\u2019s mighty hard; I spec\u2019 I ain\u2019t ever gwyne to see you no mo\u2019, no mo\u2019!", "start_byte": 309705, "end_byte": 309818, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 666.7249975585938, "cut_end_time": 676.1000600585937, "narration": {"text": " and rose up mad, and was a-going for that stage and them tragedians. But a big, fine looking man jumps up on a bench and shouts:", "cut_start_time": 147.8950030517578, "cut_end_time": 156.4700655517578, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_23_twain_64kb_18.flac"}, "context": "I went to sleep, and Jim didn\u2019t call me when it was my turn. He often done that. When I waked up just at daybreak, he was sitting there with his head down betwixt his knees, moaning and mourning to himself. I didn\u2019t take notice nor let on. I knowed what it was about. He was thinking about his wife and his children, away up yonder, and he was low and homesick; because he hadn\u2019t ever been away from home before in his life; and I do believe he cared just as much for his people as white folks does for their\u2019n. It don\u2019t seem natural, but I reckon it\u2019s so. He was often moaning and mourning that way nights, when he judged I was asleep, and saying, <|quote_start|>\u201cPo\u2019 little \u2019Lizabeth! po\u2019 little Johnny! it\u2019s mighty hard; I spec\u2019 I ain\u2019t ever gwyne to see you no mo\u2019, no mo\u2019!\u201d<|quote_end|> He was a mighty good nigger, Jim was.\n\nBut this time I somehow got to talking to him about his wife and young ones; and by-and-by he says:\n\n\u201cWhat makes me feel so bad dis time \u2019uz bekase I hear sumpn over yonder on de bank like a whack, er a slam, while ago, en it mine me er de time I treat my little \u2019Lizabeth so ornery. She warn\u2019t on\u2019y \u2019bout fo\u2019 year ole, en she tuck de sk\u2019yarlet fever, en had a powful rough spell; but she got well, en one day she was a-stannin\u2019 aroun\u2019, en I says to her, I says:", "narrative_information_pred": {"saying": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_23_twain_64kb_18.flac"}]}

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The king\u2019s duds was all black, and he did look real swell and starchy. I never knowed how clothes could change a body before. Why, before, he looked like the orneriest old rip that ever was; but now, when he\u2019d take off his new white beaver and make a bow and do a smile, he looked that grand and good and pious that you\u2019d say he had walked right out of the ark, and maybe was old Leviticus himself. Jim cleaned up the canoe, and I got my paddle ready. There was a big steamboat laying at the shore away up under the point, about three mile above the town \u2014 been there a couple of hours, taking on freight. Says the king:\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cSeein\u2019 how I\u2019m dressed, I reckon maybe I better arrive down from St. Louis or Cincinnati, or some other big place. Go for the steamboat, Huckleberry; we\u2019ll come down to the village on her.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\nI didn\u2019t have to be ordered twice to go and take a steamboat ride. I fetched the shore a half a mile above the village, and then went scooting along the bluff bank in the easy water. Pretty soon we come to a nice innocent-looking young country jake setting on a log swabbing the sweat off of his face, for it was powerful warm weather; and he had a couple of big carpet-bags by him.\n\n\u201cRun her nose in shore,\u201d says the king. I done it.", "narrative_information_pred": {"says": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_24_twain_64kb_0.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cRun her nose in shore,", "start_byte": 315441, "end_byte": 315464, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 277.7950061035157, "cut_end_time": 279.26006860351566, "narration": {"text": "The duke said, leave him alone for that; said he had played a deef and dumb person on the histronic boards. 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The young fellow says:", "narrative_information_pred": {}, "audio_path": "wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_24_twain_64kb_3.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cHold on a minute, my servant \u2019ll he\u2019p you with them bags. Jump out and he\u2019p the gentleman, Adolphus", "start_byte": 315596, "end_byte": 315696, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 290.65499389648437, "cut_end_time": 296.8501188964844, "narration": {"text": "The duke said, leave him alone for that; said he had played a deef and dumb person on the histronic boards. So then they waited for a steamboat.", "cut_start_time": 678.3849829101563, "cut_end_time": 686.5500454101563, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_24_twain_64kb_4.flac"}, "context": "I didn\u2019t have to be ordered twice to go and take a steamboat ride. I fetched the shore a half a mile above the village, and then went scooting along the bluff bank in the easy water. Pretty soon we come to a nice innocent-looking young country jake setting on a log swabbing the sweat off of his face, for it was powerful warm weather; and he had a couple of big carpet-bags by him.\n\n\u201cRun her nose in shore,\u201d says the king. I done it. \u201cWher\u2019 you bound for, young man?\u201d\n\n\u201cFor the steamboat; going to Orleans.\u201d\n\n\u201cGit aboard,\u201d says the king. <|quote_start|>\u201cHold on a minute, my servant \u2019ll he\u2019p you with them bags. Jump out and he\u2019p the gentleman, Adolphus\u201d<|quote_end|> \u2014 meaning me, I see.\n\nI done so, and then we all three started on again. The young chap was mighty thankful; said it was tough work toting his baggage such weather. He asked the king where he was going, and the king told him he\u2019d come down the river and landed at the other village this morning, and now he was going up a few mile to see an old friend on a farm up there. The young fellow says:\n\n\u201cWhen I first see you I says to myself, \u2018It\u2019s Mr. Wilks, sure, and he come mighty near getting here in time.\u2019 But then I says again, \u2018No, I reckon it ain\u2019t him, or else he wouldn\u2019t be paddling up the river.\u2019 You ain\u2019t him, are you?\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {"says": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_24_twain_64kb_4.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cWhen I first see you I says to myself, \u2018It\u2019s Mr. Wilks, sure, and he come mighty near getting here in time.\u2019 But then I says again, \u2018No, I reckon it ain\u2019t him, or else he wouldn\u2019t be paddling up the river.\u2019 You ain\u2019t him, are you?\u201d", "start_byte": 316094, "end_byte": 316326, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 321.69498535156254, "cut_end_time": 337.3701103515625, "narration": {"text": "The duke said, leave him alone for that; said he had played a deef and dumb person on the histronic boards. So then they waited for a steamboat.", "cut_start_time": 678.3849829101563, "cut_end_time": 686.5500454101563, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_24_twain_64kb_5.flac"}, "context": "\u201cHold on a minute, my servant \u2019ll he\u2019p you with them bags. Jump out and he\u2019p the gentleman, Adolphus\u201d \u2014 meaning me, I see.\n\nI done so, and then we all three started on again. The young chap was mighty thankful; said it was tough work toting his baggage such weather. He asked the king where he was going, and the king told him he\u2019d come down the river and landed at the other village this morning, and now he was going up a few mile to see an old friend on a farm up there. The young fellow says:\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cWhen I first see you I says to myself, \u2018It\u2019s Mr. Wilks, sure, and he come mighty near getting here in time.\u2019 But then I says again, \u2018No, I reckon it ain\u2019t him, or else he wouldn\u2019t be paddling up the river.\u2019 You ain\u2019t him, are you?\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\n\u201cNo, my name\u2019s Blodgett \u2014 Elexander Blodgett \u2014 Reverend Elexander Blodgett, I s\u2019pose I must say, as I\u2019m one o\u2019 the Lord\u2019s poor servants. But still I\u2019m jist as able to be sorry for Mr. Wilks for not arriving in time, all the same, if he\u2019s missed anything by it \u2014 which I hope he hasn\u2019t.\u201d\n\n\u201cWell, he don\u2019t miss any property by it, because he\u2019ll get that all right; but he\u2019s missed seeing his brother Peter die \u2014 which he mayn\u2019t mind, nobody can tell as to that \u2014 but his brother would a give anything in this world to see him before he died; never talked about nothing else all these three weeks; hadn\u2019t seen him since they was boys together \u2014 and hadn\u2019t ever seen his brother William at all \u2014 that\u2019s the deef and dumb one \u2014 William ain\u2019t more than thirty or thirty-five. Peter and George were the only ones that come out here; George was the married brother; him and his wife both died last year. Harvey and William\u2019s the only ones that\u2019s left now; and, as I was saying, they haven\u2019t got here in time.\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {"says": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_24_twain_64kb_5.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cDid anybody send \u2019em word?\u201d", "start_byte": 317331, "end_byte": 317359, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 404.1350036621094, "cut_end_time": 406.1300036621094, "narration": {"text": "The duke said, leave him alone for that; said he had played a deef and dumb person on the histronic boards. So then they waited for a steamboat.", "cut_start_time": 678.3849829101563, "cut_end_time": 686.5500454101563, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_24_twain_64kb_6.flac"}, "context": "\u201cWell, he don\u2019t miss any property by it, because he\u2019ll get that all right; but he\u2019s missed seeing his brother Peter die \u2014 which he mayn\u2019t mind, nobody can tell as to that \u2014 but his brother would a give anything in this world to see him before he died; never talked about nothing else all these three weeks; hadn\u2019t seen him since they was boys together \u2014 and hadn\u2019t ever seen his brother William at all \u2014 that\u2019s the deef and dumb one \u2014 William ain\u2019t more than thirty or thirty-five. Peter and George were the only ones that come out here; George was the married brother; him and his wife both died last year. Harvey and William\u2019s the only ones that\u2019s left now; and, as I was saying, they haven\u2019t got here in time.\u201d\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cDid anybody send \u2019em word?\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\n\u201cOh, yes; a month or two ago, when Peter was first took; because Peter said then that he sorter felt like he warn\u2019t going to get well this time. You see, he was pretty old, and George\u2019s g\u2019yirls was too young to be much company for him, except Mary Jane, the red-headed one; and so he was kinder lonesome after George and his wife died, and didn\u2019t seem to care much to live. He most desperately wanted to see Harvey \u2014 and William, too, for that matter \u2014 because he was one of them kind that can\u2019t bear to make a will. He left a letter behind for Harvey, and said he\u2019d told in it where his money was hid, and how he wanted the rest of the property divided up so George\u2019s g\u2019yirls would be all right \u2014 for George didn\u2019t leave nothing. And that letter was all they could get him to put a pen to.\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {}, "audio_path": "wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_24_twain_64kb_6.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cWhy do you reckon Harvey don\u2019t come? Wher\u2019 does he live?\u201d", "start_byte": 318154, "end_byte": 318212, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 455.5350012207031, "cut_end_time": 458.62000122070316, "narration": {"text": "The duke said, leave him alone for that; said he had played a deef and dumb person on the histronic boards. So then they waited for a steamboat.", "cut_start_time": 678.3849829101563, "cut_end_time": 686.5500454101563, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_24_twain_64kb_7.flac"}, "context": "\u201cOh, yes; a month or two ago, when Peter was first took; because Peter said then that he sorter felt like he warn\u2019t going to get well this time. You see, he was pretty old, and George\u2019s g\u2019yirls was too young to be much company for him, except Mary Jane, the red-headed one; and so he was kinder lonesome after George and his wife died, and didn\u2019t seem to care much to live. He most desperately wanted to see Harvey \u2014 and William, too, for that matter \u2014 because he was one of them kind that can\u2019t bear to make a will. He left a letter behind for Harvey, and said he\u2019d told in it where his money was hid, and how he wanted the rest of the property divided up so George\u2019s g\u2019yirls would be all right \u2014 for George didn\u2019t leave nothing. And that letter was all they could get him to put a pen to.\u201d\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cWhy do you reckon Harvey don\u2019t come? Wher\u2019 does he live?\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\n\u201cOh, he lives in England \u2014 Sheffield \u2014 preaches there \u2014 hasn\u2019t ever been in this country. He hasn\u2019t had any too much time \u2014 and besides he mightn\u2019t a got the letter at all, you know.\u201d\n\n\u201cToo bad, too bad he couldn\u2019t a lived to see his brothers, poor soul. You going to Orleans, you say?\u201d\n\n\u201cYes, but that ain\u2019t only a part of it. I\u2019m going in a ship, next Wednesday, for Ryo Janeero, where my uncle lives.\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {}, "audio_path": "wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_24_twain_64kb_7.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cOh, he lives in England \u2014 Sheffield \u2014 preaches there \u2014 hasn\u2019t ever been in this country. He hasn\u2019t had any too much time \u2014 and besides he mightn\u2019t a got the letter at all, you know.\u201d", "start_byte": 318214, "end_byte": 318397, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 459.57499511718754, "cut_end_time": 470.7001201171875, "narration": {"text": "The duke said, leave him alone for that; said he had played a deef and dumb person on the histronic boards. So then they waited for a steamboat.", "cut_start_time": 678.3849829101563, "cut_end_time": 686.5500454101563, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_24_twain_64kb_8.flac"}, "context": "\u201cOh, yes; a month or two ago, when Peter was first took; because Peter said then that he sorter felt like he warn\u2019t going to get well this time. You see, he was pretty old, and George\u2019s g\u2019yirls was too young to be much company for him, except Mary Jane, the red-headed one; and so he was kinder lonesome after George and his wife died, and didn\u2019t seem to care much to live. He most desperately wanted to see Harvey \u2014 and William, too, for that matter \u2014 because he was one of them kind that can\u2019t bear to make a will. He left a letter behind for Harvey, and said he\u2019d told in it where his money was hid, and how he wanted the rest of the property divided up so George\u2019s g\u2019yirls would be all right \u2014 for George didn\u2019t leave nothing. And that letter was all they could get him to put a pen to.\u201d\n\n\u201cWhy do you reckon Harvey don\u2019t come? Wher\u2019 does he live?\u201d\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cOh, he lives in England \u2014 Sheffield \u2014 preaches there \u2014 hasn\u2019t ever been in this country. He hasn\u2019t had any too much time \u2014 and besides he mightn\u2019t a got the letter at all, you know.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\n\u201cToo bad, too bad he couldn\u2019t a lived to see his brothers, poor soul. You going to Orleans, you say?\u201d\n\n\u201cYes, but that ain\u2019t only a part of it. I\u2019m going in a ship, next Wednesday, for Ryo Janeero, where my uncle lives.\u201d\n\n\u201cIt\u2019s a pretty long journey. But it\u2019ll be lovely; wisht I was a-going. Is Mary Jane the oldest? How old is the others?\u201d\n\n\u201cMary Jane\u2019s nineteen, Susan\u2019s fifteen, and Joanna\u2019s about fourteen \u2014 that\u2019s the one that gives herself to good works and has a hare-lip.\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {}, "audio_path": "wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_24_twain_64kb_8.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cToo bad, too bad he couldn\u2019t a lived to see his brothers, poor soul. You going to Orleans, you say?\u201d", "start_byte": 318399, "end_byte": 318500, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 471.2150122070313, "cut_end_time": 477.8400122070313, "narration": {"text": "The duke said, leave him alone for that; said he had played a deef and dumb person on the histronic boards. So then they waited for a steamboat.", "cut_start_time": 678.3849829101563, "cut_end_time": 686.5500454101563, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_24_twain_64kb_9.flac"}, "context": "\u201cOh, yes; a month or two ago, when Peter was first took; because Peter said then that he sorter felt like he warn\u2019t going to get well this time. You see, he was pretty old, and George\u2019s g\u2019yirls was too young to be much company for him, except Mary Jane, the red-headed one; and so he was kinder lonesome after George and his wife died, and didn\u2019t seem to care much to live. He most desperately wanted to see Harvey \u2014 and William, too, for that matter \u2014 because he was one of them kind that can\u2019t bear to make a will. He left a letter behind for Harvey, and said he\u2019d told in it where his money was hid, and how he wanted the rest of the property divided up so George\u2019s g\u2019yirls would be all right \u2014 for George didn\u2019t leave nothing. And that letter was all they could get him to put a pen to.\u201d\n\n\u201cWhy do you reckon Harvey don\u2019t come? Wher\u2019 does he live?\u201d\n\n\u201cOh, he lives in England \u2014 Sheffield \u2014 preaches there \u2014 hasn\u2019t ever been in this country. He hasn\u2019t had any too much time \u2014 and besides he mightn\u2019t a got the letter at all, you know.\u201d\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cToo bad, too bad he couldn\u2019t a lived to see his brothers, poor soul. You going to Orleans, you say?\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\n\u201cYes, but that ain\u2019t only a part of it. I\u2019m going in a ship, next Wednesday, for Ryo Janeero, where my uncle lives.\u201d\n\n\u201cIt\u2019s a pretty long journey. But it\u2019ll be lovely; wisht I was a-going. Is Mary Jane the oldest? How old is the others?\u201d\n\n\u201cMary Jane\u2019s nineteen, Susan\u2019s fifteen, and Joanna\u2019s about fourteen \u2014 that\u2019s the one that gives herself to good works and has a hare-lip.\u201d\n\n\u201cPoor things! to be left alone in the cold world so.\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {}, "audio_path": "wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_24_twain_64kb_9.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cYes, but that ain\u2019t only a part of it. I\u2019m going in a ship, next Wednesday, for Ryo Janeero, where my uncle lives.\u201d", "start_byte": 318502, "end_byte": 318618, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 478.484990234375, "cut_end_time": 486.870052734375, "narration": {"text": "The duke said, leave him alone for that; said he had played a deef and dumb person on the histronic boards. So then they waited for a steamboat.", "cut_start_time": 678.3849829101563, "cut_end_time": 686.5500454101563, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_24_twain_64kb_10.flac"}, "context": "\u201cOh, yes; a month or two ago, when Peter was first took; because Peter said then that he sorter felt like he warn\u2019t going to get well this time. You see, he was pretty old, and George\u2019s g\u2019yirls was too young to be much company for him, except Mary Jane, the red-headed one; and so he was kinder lonesome after George and his wife died, and didn\u2019t seem to care much to live. He most desperately wanted to see Harvey \u2014 and William, too, for that matter \u2014 because he was one of them kind that can\u2019t bear to make a will. He left a letter behind for Harvey, and said he\u2019d told in it where his money was hid, and how he wanted the rest of the property divided up so George\u2019s g\u2019yirls would be all right \u2014 for George didn\u2019t leave nothing. And that letter was all they could get him to put a pen to.\u201d\n\n\u201cWhy do you reckon Harvey don\u2019t come? Wher\u2019 does he live?\u201d\n\n\u201cOh, he lives in England \u2014 Sheffield \u2014 preaches there \u2014 hasn\u2019t ever been in this country. He hasn\u2019t had any too much time \u2014 and besides he mightn\u2019t a got the letter at all, you know.\u201d\n\n\u201cToo bad, too bad he couldn\u2019t a lived to see his brothers, poor soul. You going to Orleans, you say?\u201d\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cYes, but that ain\u2019t only a part of it. I\u2019m going in a ship, next Wednesday, for Ryo Janeero, where my uncle lives.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\n\u201cIt\u2019s a pretty long journey. But it\u2019ll be lovely; wisht I was a-going. Is Mary Jane the oldest? How old is the others?\u201d\n\n\u201cMary Jane\u2019s nineteen, Susan\u2019s fifteen, and Joanna\u2019s about fourteen \u2014 that\u2019s the one that gives herself to good works and has a hare-lip.\u201d\n\n\u201cPoor things! to be left alone in the cold world so.\u201d\n\n\u201cWell, they could be worse off. Old Peter had friends, and they ain\u2019t going to let them come to no harm. There\u2019s Hobson, the Babtis\u2019 preacher; and Deacon Lot Hovey, and Ben Rucker, and Abner Shackleford, and Levi Bell, the lawyer; and Dr. Robinson, and their wives, and the widow Bartley, and \u2014 well, there\u2019s a lot of them; but these are the ones that Peter was thickest with, and used to write about sometimes, when he wrote home; so Harvey \u2019ll know where to look for friends when he gets here.\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {}, "audio_path": "wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_24_twain_64kb_10.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cIt\u2019s a pretty long journey. But it\u2019ll be lovely; wisht I was a-going. Is Mary Jane the oldest? How old is the others?\u201d", "start_byte": 318620, "end_byte": 318739, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 487.6849987792969, "cut_end_time": 496.5300612792969, "narration": {"text": "The duke said, leave him alone for that; said he had played a deef and dumb person on the histronic boards. So then they waited for a steamboat.", "cut_start_time": 678.3849829101563, "cut_end_time": 686.5500454101563, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_24_twain_64kb_11.flac"}, "context": "\u201cOh, he lives in England \u2014 Sheffield \u2014 preaches there \u2014 hasn\u2019t ever been in this country. He hasn\u2019t had any too much time \u2014 and besides he mightn\u2019t a got the letter at all, you know.\u201d\n\n\u201cToo bad, too bad he couldn\u2019t a lived to see his brothers, poor soul. You going to Orleans, you say?\u201d\n\n\u201cYes, but that ain\u2019t only a part of it. I\u2019m going in a ship, next Wednesday, for Ryo Janeero, where my uncle lives.\u201d\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cIt\u2019s a pretty long journey. But it\u2019ll be lovely; wisht I was a-going. Is Mary Jane the oldest? How old is the others?\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\n\u201cMary Jane\u2019s nineteen, Susan\u2019s fifteen, and Joanna\u2019s about fourteen \u2014 that\u2019s the one that gives herself to good works and has a hare-lip.\u201d\n\n\u201cPoor things! to be left alone in the cold world so.\u201d\n\n\u201cWell, they could be worse off. Old Peter had friends, and they ain\u2019t going to let them come to no harm. There\u2019s Hobson, the Babtis\u2019 preacher; and Deacon Lot Hovey, and Ben Rucker, and Abner Shackleford, and Levi Bell, the lawyer; and Dr. Robinson, and their wives, and the widow Bartley, and \u2014 well, there\u2019s a lot of them; but these are the ones that Peter was thickest with, and used to write about sometimes, when he wrote home; so Harvey \u2019ll know where to look for friends when he gets here.\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {}, "audio_path": "wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_24_twain_64kb_11.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cMary Jane\u2019s nineteen, Susan\u2019s fifteen, and Joanna\u2019s about fourteen \u2014 that\u2019s the one that gives herself to good works and has a hare-lip.\u201d", "start_byte": 318741, "end_byte": 318879, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 497.22499145507817, "cut_end_time": 505.60011645507814, "narration": {"text": "The duke said, leave him alone for that; said he had played a deef and dumb person on the histronic boards. So then they waited for a steamboat.", "cut_start_time": 678.3849829101563, "cut_end_time": 686.5500454101563, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_24_twain_64kb_12.flac"}, "context": "\u201cOh, he lives in England \u2014 Sheffield \u2014 preaches there \u2014 hasn\u2019t ever been in this country. He hasn\u2019t had any too much time \u2014 and besides he mightn\u2019t a got the letter at all, you know.\u201d\n\n\u201cToo bad, too bad he couldn\u2019t a lived to see his brothers, poor soul. You going to Orleans, you say?\u201d\n\n\u201cYes, but that ain\u2019t only a part of it. I\u2019m going in a ship, next Wednesday, for Ryo Janeero, where my uncle lives.\u201d\n\n\u201cIt\u2019s a pretty long journey. But it\u2019ll be lovely; wisht I was a-going. Is Mary Jane the oldest? How old is the others?\u201d\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cMary Jane\u2019s nineteen, Susan\u2019s fifteen, and Joanna\u2019s about fourteen \u2014 that\u2019s the one that gives herself to good works and has a hare-lip.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\n\u201cPoor things! to be left alone in the cold world so.\u201d\n\n\u201cWell, they could be worse off. Old Peter had friends, and they ain\u2019t going to let them come to no harm. There\u2019s Hobson, the Babtis\u2019 preacher; and Deacon Lot Hovey, and Ben Rucker, and Abner Shackleford, and Levi Bell, the lawyer; and Dr. Robinson, and their wives, and the widow Bartley, and \u2014 well, there\u2019s a lot of them; but these are the ones that Peter was thickest with, and used to write about sometimes, when he wrote home; so Harvey \u2019ll know where to look for friends when he gets here.\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {}, "audio_path": "wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_24_twain_64kb_12.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cPoor things! to be left alone in the cold world so.\u201d", "start_byte": 318881, "end_byte": 318934, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 506.1450036621094, "cut_end_time": 510.9500036621094, "narration": {"text": "The duke said, leave him alone for that; said he had played a deef and dumb person on the histronic boards. So then they waited for a steamboat.", "cut_start_time": 678.3849829101563, "cut_end_time": 686.5500454101563, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_24_twain_64kb_13.flac"}, "context": "\u201cToo bad, too bad he couldn\u2019t a lived to see his brothers, poor soul. You going to Orleans, you say?\u201d\n\n\u201cYes, but that ain\u2019t only a part of it. I\u2019m going in a ship, next Wednesday, for Ryo Janeero, where my uncle lives.\u201d\n\n\u201cIt\u2019s a pretty long journey. But it\u2019ll be lovely; wisht I was a-going. Is Mary Jane the oldest? How old is the others?\u201d\n\n\u201cMary Jane\u2019s nineteen, Susan\u2019s fifteen, and Joanna\u2019s about fourteen \u2014 that\u2019s the one that gives herself to good works and has a hare-lip.\u201d\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cPoor things! to be left alone in the cold world so.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\n\u201cWell, they could be worse off. Old Peter had friends, and they ain\u2019t going to let them come to no harm. There\u2019s Hobson, the Babtis\u2019 preacher; and Deacon Lot Hovey, and Ben Rucker, and Abner Shackleford, and Levi Bell, the lawyer; and Dr. Robinson, and their wives, and the widow Bartley, and \u2014 well, there\u2019s a lot of them; but these are the ones that Peter was thickest with, and used to write about sometimes, when he wrote home; so Harvey \u2019ll know where to look for friends when he gets here.\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {}, "audio_path": "wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_24_twain_64kb_13.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cWhat did you want to walk all the way up to the steamboat for?\u201d", "start_byte": 319818, "end_byte": 319882, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 566.0949951171875, "cut_end_time": 569.4900576171875, "narration": {"text": "The duke said, leave him alone for that; said he had played a deef and dumb person on the histronic boards. So then they waited for a steamboat.", "cut_start_time": 678.3849829101563, "cut_end_time": 686.5500454101563, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_24_twain_64kb_14.flac"}, "context": "\u201cWell, they could be worse off. Old Peter had friends, and they ain\u2019t going to let them come to no harm. There\u2019s Hobson, the Babtis\u2019 preacher; and Deacon Lot Hovey, and Ben Rucker, and Abner Shackleford, and Levi Bell, the lawyer; and Dr. Robinson, and their wives, and the widow Bartley, and \u2014 well, there\u2019s a lot of them; but these are the ones that Peter was thickest with, and used to write about sometimes, when he wrote home; so Harvey \u2019ll know where to look for friends when he gets here.\u201d\n\nWell, the old man went on asking questions till he just fairly emptied that young fellow. Blamed if he didn\u2019t inquire about everybody and everything in that blessed town, and all about the Wilkses; and about Peter\u2019s business \u2014 which was a tanner; and about George\u2019s \u2014 which was a carpenter; and about Harvey\u2019s \u2014 which was a dissentering minister; and so on, and so on. Then he says:\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cWhat did you want to walk all the way up to the steamboat for?\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\n\u201cBecause she\u2019s a big Orleans boat, and I was afeard she mightn\u2019t stop there. When they\u2019re deep they won\u2019t stop for a hail. A Cincinnati boat will, but this is a St. Louis one.\u201d\n\n\u201cWas Peter Wilks well off?\u201d\n\n\u201cOh, yes, pretty well off. 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So what we want to do is to be prepared; then we\u2019re all right.\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {}, "audio_path": "wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_24_twain_64kb_15.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cWas Peter Wilks well off?\u201d", "start_byte": 320062, "end_byte": 320089, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 581.465, "cut_end_time": 583.3800625, "narration": {"text": "The duke said, leave him alone for that; said he had played a deef and dumb person on the histronic boards. So then they waited for a steamboat.", "cut_start_time": 678.3849829101563, "cut_end_time": 686.5500454101563, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_24_twain_64kb_16.flac"}, "context": "Well, the old man went on asking questions till he just fairly emptied that young fellow. Blamed if he didn\u2019t inquire about everybody and everything in that blessed town, and all about the Wilkses; and about Peter\u2019s business \u2014 which was a tanner; and about George\u2019s \u2014 which was a carpenter; and about Harvey\u2019s \u2014 which was a dissentering minister; and so on, and so on. Then he says:\n\n\u201cWhat did you want to walk all the way up to the steamboat for?\u201d\n\n\u201cBecause she\u2019s a big Orleans boat, and I was afeard she mightn\u2019t stop there. When they\u2019re deep they won\u2019t stop for a hail. A Cincinnati boat will, but this is a St. Louis one.\u201d\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cWas Peter Wilks well off?\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\n\u201cOh, yes, pretty well off. He had houses and land, and it\u2019s reckoned he left three or four thousand in cash hid up som\u2019ers.\u201d\n\n\u201cWhen did you say he died?\u201d\n\n\u201cI didn\u2019t say, but it was last night.\u201d\n\n\u201cFuneral to-morrow, likely?\u201d\n\n\u201cYes, \u2019bout the middle of the day.\u201d\n\n\u201cWell, it\u2019s all terrible sad; but we\u2019ve all got to go, one time or another. So what we want to do is to be prepared; then we\u2019re all right.\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {}, "audio_path": "wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_24_twain_64kb_16.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cOh, yes, pretty well off. He had houses and land, and it\u2019s reckoned he left three or four thousand in cash hid up som\u2019ers.\u201d", "start_byte": 320091, "end_byte": 320215, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 583.815029296875, "cut_end_time": 590.900091796875, "narration": {"text": "The duke said, leave him alone for that; said he had played a deef and dumb person on the histronic boards. 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And all the time he was a-doing it he tried to talk like an Englishman; and he done it pretty well, too, for a slouch. I can\u2019t imitate him, and so I ain\u2019t a-going to try to; but he really done it pretty good. Then he says:\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cHow are you on the deef and dumb, Bilgewater?\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\nThe duke said, leave him alone for that; said he had played a deef and dumb person on the histronic boards. So then they waited for a steamboat.\n\nAbout the middle of the afternoon a couple of little boats come along, but they didn\u2019t come from high enough up the river; but at last there was a big one, and they hailed her. She sent out her yawl, and we went aboard, and she was from Cincinnati; and when they found we only wanted to go four or five mile they was booming mad, and gave us a cussing, and said they wouldn\u2019t land us. But the king was ca\u2019m. 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She sent out her yawl, and we went aboard, and she was from Cincinnati; and when they found we only wanted to go four or five mile they was booming mad, and gave us a cussing, and said they wouldn\u2019t land us. But the king was ca\u2019m. He says:\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cIf gentlemen kin afford to pay a dollar a mile apiece to be took on and put off in a yawl, a steamboat kin afford to carry \u2019em, can\u2019t it?\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\nSo they softened down and said it was all right; and when we got to the village they yawled us ashore. About two dozen men flocked down when they see the yawl a-coming, and when the king says:\n\n\u201cKin any of you gentlemen tell me wher\u2019 Mr. Peter Wilks lives?\u201d they give a glance at one another, and nodded their heads, as much as to say, \u201cWhat d\u2019 I tell you?\u201d Then one of them says, kind of soft and gentle:", "narrative_information_pred": {"says": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_24_twain_64kb_26.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cKin any of you gentlemen tell me wher\u2019 Mr. Peter Wilks lives?", "start_byte": 322455, "end_byte": 322517, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 735.1550048828125, "cut_end_time": 738.9200048828126, "narration": {"text": "The duke said, leave him alone for that; said he had played a deef and dumb person on the histronic boards. 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About two dozen men flocked down when they see the yawl a-coming, and when the king says:\n\n\u201cKin any of you gentlemen tell me wher\u2019 Mr. Peter Wilks lives?\u201d they give a glance at one another, and nodded their heads, as much as to say, \u201cWhat d\u2019 I tell you?\u201d Then one of them says, kind of soft and gentle:\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cI\u2019m sorry sir, but the best we can do is to tell you where he did live yesterday evening.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\nSudden as winking the ornery old cretur went an to smash, and fell up against the man, and put his chin on his shoulder, and cried down his back, and says:\n\n\u201cAlas, alas, our poor brother \u2014 gone, and we never got to see him; oh, it\u2019s too, too hard!\u201d\n\nThen he turns around, blubbering, and makes a lot of idiotic signs to the duke on his hands, and blamed if he didn\u2019t drop a carpet-bag and bust out a-crying. 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If they warn\u2019t the beatenest lot, them two frauds, that ever I struck.\n\nWell, the men gathered around and sympathized with them, and said all sorts of kind things to them, and carried their carpet-bags up the hill for them, and let them lean on them and cry, and told the king all about his brother\u2019s last moments, and the king he told it all over again on his hands to the duke, and both of them took on about that dead tanner like they\u2019d lost the twelve disciples. Well, if ever I struck anything like it, I\u2019m a nigger. It was enough to make a body ashamed of the human race.", "narrative_information_pred": {"says": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_24_twain_64kb_29.flac"}]}

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There ain\u2019t no harm in a hound, nohow.\n\nAnd behind the woman comes a little nigger girl and two little nigger boys without anything on but tow-linen shirts, and they hung on to their mother\u2019s gown, and peeped out from behind her at me, bashful, the way they always do. And here comes the white woman running from the house, about forty-five or fifty year old, bareheaded, and her spinning-stick in her hand; and behind her comes her little white children, acting the same way the little niggers was doing. 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But I go a good deal on instinct; and my instinct said she would be coming up \u2014 from down towards Orleans. That didn\u2019t help me much, though; for I didn\u2019t know the names of bars down that way. I see I\u2019d got to invent a bar, or forget the name of the one we got aground on \u2014 or \u2014 Now I struck an idea, and fetched it out:\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cIt warn\u2019t the grounding \u2014 that didn\u2019t keep us back but a little. We blowed out a cylinder-head.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\n\u201cGood gracious! anybody hurt?\u201d\n\n\u201cNo\u2019m. Killed a nigger.\u201d\n\n\u201cWell, it\u2019s lucky; because sometimes people do get hurt. Two years ago last Christmas your uncle Silas was coming up from Newrleans on the old Lally Rook, and she blowed out a cylinder-head and crippled a man. And I think he died afterwards. He was a Baptist. Your uncle Silas knowed a family in Baton Rouge that knowed his people very well. Yes, I remember now, he did die. 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I see I\u2019d got to invent a bar, or forget the name of the one we got aground on \u2014 or \u2014 Now I struck an idea, and fetched it out:\n\n\u201cIt warn\u2019t the grounding \u2014 that didn\u2019t keep us back but a little. We blowed out a cylinder-head.\u201d\n\n\u201cGood gracious! anybody hurt?\u201d\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cNo\u2019m. Killed a nigger.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\n\u201cWell, it\u2019s lucky; because sometimes people do get hurt. Two years ago last Christmas your uncle Silas was coming up from Newrleans on the old Lally Rook, and she blowed out a cylinder-head and crippled a man. And I think he died afterwards. He was a Baptist. Your uncle Silas knowed a family in Baton Rouge that knowed his people very well. Yes, I remember now, he did die. Mortification set in, and they had to amputate him. But it didn\u2019t save him. Yes, it was mortification \u2014 that was it. He turned blue all over, and died in the hope of a glorious resurrection. 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The boat landed just at daylight, and I left my baggage on the wharf-boat and went looking around the town and out a piece in the country, to put in the time and not get here too soon; and so I come down the back way.\u201d\n\n\u201cWho\u2019d you give the baggage to?\u201d\n\n\u201cNobody.\u201d\n\n\u201cWhy, child, it\u2019ll be stole!\u201d\n\n\u201cNot where I hid it I reckon it won\u2019t,\u201d I says.\n\n\u201cHow\u2019d you get your breakfast so early on the boat?\u201d\n\nIt was kinder thin ice, but I says:\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cThe captain see me standing around, and told me I better have something to eat before I went ashore; so he took me in the texas to the officers\u2019 lunch, and give me all I wanted.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\nI was getting so uneasy I couldn\u2019t listen good. I had my mind on the children all the time; I wanted to get them out to one side and pump them a little, and find out who I was. But I couldn\u2019t get no show, Mrs. Phelps kept it up and run on so. Pretty soon she made the cold chills streak all down my back, because she says:\n\n\u201cBut here we\u2019re a-running on this way, and you hain\u2019t told me a word about Sis, nor any of them. Now I\u2019ll rest my works a little, and you start up yourn; just tell me everything \u2014 tell me all about \u2019m all every one of \u2019m; and how they are, and what they\u2019re doing, and what they told you to tell me; and every last thing you can think of.\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {"says": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_32_twain_64kb_15.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cHere he comes! Stick your head down lower \u2014 there, that\u2019ll do; you can\u2019t be seen now. Don\u2019t you let on you\u2019re here. I\u2019ll play a joke on him. Children, don\u2019t you say a word.\u201d", "start_byte": 437571, "end_byte": 437745, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 576.8850146484375, "cut_end_time": 588.1500146484375, "narration": {"text": "I had just one little glimpse of the old gentleman when he come in; then the bed hid him. Mrs. Phelps she jumps for him, and says:", "cut_start_time": 599.4650170898437, "cut_end_time": 607.7900170898438, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_32_twain_64kb_16.flac"}, "context": "Well, I see I was up a stump \u2014 and up it good. Providence had stood by me this fur all right, but I was hard and tight aground now. I see it warn\u2019t a bit of use to try to go ahead \u2014 I\u2019d got to throw up my hand. So I says to myself, here\u2019s another place where I got to resk the truth. I opened my mouth to begin; but she grabbed me and hustled me in behind the bed, and says:\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cHere he comes! Stick your head down lower \u2014 there, that\u2019ll do; you can\u2019t be seen now. Don\u2019t you let on you\u2019re here. I\u2019ll play a joke on him. Children, don\u2019t you say a word.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\nI see I was in a fix now. But it warn\u2019t no use to worry; there warn\u2019t nothing to do but just hold still, and try and be ready to stand from under when the lightning struck.\n\nI had just one little glimpse of the old gentleman when he come in; then the bed hid him. Mrs. Phelps she jumps for him, and says:\n\n\u201cHas he come?\u201d\n\n\u201cNo,\u201d says her husband.\n\n\u201cGood-ness gracious!\u201d she says, \u201cwhat in the warld can have become of him?\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {"says": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_32_twain_64kb_16.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cHas he come?\u201d", "start_byte": 438053, "end_byte": 438067, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 608.3449951171875, "cut_end_time": 609.5301201171875, "narration": {"text": "I had just one little glimpse of the old gentleman when he come in; then the bed hid him. Mrs. Phelps she jumps for him, and says:", "cut_start_time": 599.4650170898437, "cut_end_time": 607.7900170898438, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_32_twain_64kb_17.flac"}, "context": "\u201cHere he comes! Stick your head down lower \u2014 there, that\u2019ll do; you can\u2019t be seen now. Don\u2019t you let on you\u2019re here. I\u2019ll play a joke on him. Children, don\u2019t you say a word.\u201d\n\nI see I was in a fix now. But it warn\u2019t no use to worry; there warn\u2019t nothing to do but just hold still, and try and be ready to stand from under when the lightning struck.\n\nI had just one little glimpse of the old gentleman when he come in; then the bed hid him. Mrs. Phelps she jumps for him, and says:\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cHas he come?\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\n\u201cNo,\u201d says her husband.\n\n\u201cGood-ness gracious!\u201d she says, \u201cwhat in the warld can have become of him?\u201d\n\n\u201cI can\u2019t imagine,\u201d says the old gentleman; \u201cand I must say it makes me dreadful uneasy.\u201d\n\n\u201cUneasy!\u201d she says; \u201cI\u2019m ready to go distracted! He must a come; and you\u2019ve missed him along the road. I know it\u2019s so \u2014 something tells me so.\u201d\n\n\u201cWhy, Sally, I couldn\u2019t miss him along the road \u2014 you know that.\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {"says": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_32_twain_64kb_17.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cGood-ness gracious!", "start_byte": 438094, "end_byte": 438114, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 611.8449926757813, "cut_end_time": 613.5700551757812, "narration": {"text": "I had just one little glimpse of the old gentleman when he come in; then the bed hid him. Mrs. Phelps she jumps for him, and says:", "cut_start_time": 599.4650170898437, "cut_end_time": 607.7900170898438, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_32_twain_64kb_18.flac"}, "context": "\u201cHere he comes! Stick your head down lower \u2014 there, that\u2019ll do; you can\u2019t be seen now. Don\u2019t you let on you\u2019re here. I\u2019ll play a joke on him. Children, don\u2019t you say a word.\u201d\n\nI see I was in a fix now. But it warn\u2019t no use to worry; there warn\u2019t nothing to do but just hold still, and try and be ready to stand from under when the lightning struck.\n\nI had just one little glimpse of the old gentleman when he come in; then the bed hid him. Mrs. Phelps she jumps for him, and says:\n\n\u201cHas he come?\u201d\n\n\u201cNo,\u201d says her husband.\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cGood-ness gracious!\u201d<|quote_end|> she says, \u201cwhat in the warld can have become of him?\u201d\n\n\u201cI can\u2019t imagine,\u201d says the old gentleman; \u201cand I must say it makes me dreadful uneasy.\u201d\n\n\u201cUneasy!\u201d she says; \u201cI\u2019m ready to go distracted! He must a come; and you\u2019ve missed him along the road. I know it\u2019s so \u2014 something tells me so.\u201d\n\n\u201cWhy, Sally, I couldn\u2019t miss him along the road \u2014 you know that.\u201d\n\n\u201cBut oh, dear, dear, what will Sis say! He must a come! You must a missed him. He \u2014 \u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {"says": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_32_twain_64kb_18.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cwhat in the warld can have become of him?\u201d", "start_byte": 438126, "end_byte": 438169, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 614.5650024414062, "cut_end_time": 616.8700649414063, "narration": {"text": "I had just one little glimpse of the old gentleman when he come in; then the bed hid him. Mrs. Phelps she jumps for him, and says:", "cut_start_time": 599.4650170898437, "cut_end_time": 607.7900170898438, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_32_twain_64kb_19.flac"}, "context": "\u201cHere he comes! Stick your head down lower \u2014 there, that\u2019ll do; you can\u2019t be seen now. Don\u2019t you let on you\u2019re here. I\u2019ll play a joke on him. Children, don\u2019t you say a word.\u201d\n\nI see I was in a fix now. But it warn\u2019t no use to worry; there warn\u2019t nothing to do but just hold still, and try and be ready to stand from under when the lightning struck.\n\nI had just one little glimpse of the old gentleman when he come in; then the bed hid him. Mrs. Phelps she jumps for him, and says:\n\n\u201cHas he come?\u201d\n\n\u201cNo,\u201d says her husband.\n\n\u201cGood-ness gracious!\u201d she says, <|quote_start|>\u201cwhat in the warld can have become of him?\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\n\u201cI can\u2019t imagine,\u201d says the old gentleman; \u201cand I must say it makes me dreadful uneasy.\u201d\n\n\u201cUneasy!\u201d she says; \u201cI\u2019m ready to go distracted! He must a come; and you\u2019ve missed him along the road. I know it\u2019s so \u2014 something tells me so.\u201d\n\n\u201cWhy, Sally, I couldn\u2019t miss him along the road \u2014 you know that.\u201d\n\n\u201cBut oh, dear, dear, what will Sis say! He must a come! You must a missed him. He \u2014 \u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {"says": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_32_twain_64kb_19.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cI can\u2019t imagine,", "start_byte": 438171, "end_byte": 438188, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 616.8550048828125, "cut_end_time": 618.1600673828125, "narration": {"text": "I had just one little glimpse of the old gentleman when he come in; then the bed hid him. Mrs. Phelps she jumps for him, and says:", "cut_start_time": 599.4650170898437, "cut_end_time": 607.7900170898438, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_32_twain_64kb_20.flac"}, "context": "I see I was in a fix now. But it warn\u2019t no use to worry; there warn\u2019t nothing to do but just hold still, and try and be ready to stand from under when the lightning struck.\n\nI had just one little glimpse of the old gentleman when he come in; then the bed hid him. Mrs. Phelps she jumps for him, and says:\n\n\u201cHas he come?\u201d\n\n\u201cNo,\u201d says her husband.\n\n\u201cGood-ness gracious!\u201d she says, \u201cwhat in the warld can have become of him?\u201d\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cI can\u2019t imagine,\u201d<|quote_end|> says the old gentleman; \u201cand I must say it makes me dreadful uneasy.\u201d\n\n\u201cUneasy!\u201d she says; \u201cI\u2019m ready to go distracted! He must a come; and you\u2019ve missed him along the road. I know it\u2019s so \u2014 something tells me so.\u201d\n\n\u201cWhy, Sally, I couldn\u2019t miss him along the road \u2014 you know that.\u201d\n\n\u201cBut oh, dear, dear, what will Sis say! He must a come! You must a missed him. He \u2014 \u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {"says": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_32_twain_64kb_20.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cand I must say it makes me dreadful uneasy.\u201d", "start_byte": 438214, "end_byte": 438259, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 619.255029296875, "cut_end_time": 622.3400292968751, "narration": {"text": "I had just one little glimpse of the old gentleman when he come in; then the bed hid him. Mrs. Phelps she jumps for him, and says:", "cut_start_time": 599.4650170898437, "cut_end_time": 607.7900170898438, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_32_twain_64kb_21.flac"}, "context": "I see I was in a fix now. But it warn\u2019t no use to worry; there warn\u2019t nothing to do but just hold still, and try and be ready to stand from under when the lightning struck.\n\nI had just one little glimpse of the old gentleman when he come in; then the bed hid him. Mrs. Phelps she jumps for him, and says:\n\n\u201cHas he come?\u201d\n\n\u201cNo,\u201d says her husband.\n\n\u201cGood-ness gracious!\u201d she says, \u201cwhat in the warld can have become of him?\u201d\n\n\u201cI can\u2019t imagine,\u201d says the old gentleman; <|quote_start|>\u201cand I must say it makes me dreadful uneasy.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\n\u201cUneasy!\u201d she says; \u201cI\u2019m ready to go distracted! He must a come; and you\u2019ve missed him along the road. I know it\u2019s so \u2014 something tells me so.\u201d\n\n\u201cWhy, Sally, I couldn\u2019t miss him along the road \u2014 you know that.\u201d\n\n\u201cBut oh, dear, dear, what will Sis say! He must a come! You must a missed him. He \u2014 \u201d\n\n\u201cOh, don\u2019t distress me any more\u2019n I\u2019m already distressed. I don\u2019t know what in the world to make of it. I\u2019m at my wit\u2019s end, and I don\u2019t mind acknowledging \u2019t I\u2019m right down scared. But there\u2019s no hope that he\u2019s come; for he couldn\u2019t come and me miss him. Sally, it\u2019s terrible \u2014 just terrible \u2014 something\u2019s happened to the boat, sure!\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {"says": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_32_twain_64kb_21.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cI\u2019m ready to go distracted! He must a come; and you\u2019ve missed him along the road. I know it\u2019s so \u2014 something tells me so.\u201d", "start_byte": 438281, "end_byte": 438404, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 623.8750048828125, "cut_end_time": 632.5600048828126, "narration": {"text": "I had just one little glimpse of the old gentleman when he come in; then the bed hid him. Mrs. Phelps she jumps for him, and says:", "cut_start_time": 599.4650170898437, "cut_end_time": 607.7900170898438, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_32_twain_64kb_22.flac"}, "context": "I see I was in a fix now. But it warn\u2019t no use to worry; there warn\u2019t nothing to do but just hold still, and try and be ready to stand from under when the lightning struck.\n\nI had just one little glimpse of the old gentleman when he come in; then the bed hid him. Mrs. Phelps she jumps for him, and says:\n\n\u201cHas he come?\u201d\n\n\u201cNo,\u201d says her husband.\n\n\u201cGood-ness gracious!\u201d she says, \u201cwhat in the warld can have become of him?\u201d\n\n\u201cI can\u2019t imagine,\u201d says the old gentleman; \u201cand I must say it makes me dreadful uneasy.\u201d\n\n\u201cUneasy!\u201d she says; <|quote_start|>\u201cI\u2019m ready to go distracted! He must a come; and you\u2019ve missed him along the road. I know it\u2019s so \u2014 something tells me so.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\n\u201cWhy, Sally, I couldn\u2019t miss him along the road \u2014 you know that.\u201d\n\n\u201cBut oh, dear, dear, what will Sis say! He must a come! You must a missed him. He \u2014 \u201d\n\n\u201cOh, don\u2019t distress me any more\u2019n I\u2019m already distressed. I don\u2019t know what in the world to make of it. I\u2019m at my wit\u2019s end, and I don\u2019t mind acknowledging \u2019t I\u2019m right down scared. But there\u2019s no hope that he\u2019s come; for he couldn\u2019t come and me miss him. Sally, it\u2019s terrible \u2014 just terrible \u2014 something\u2019s happened to the boat, sure!\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {"says": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_32_twain_64kb_22.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cWhy, Sally, I couldn\u2019t miss him along the road \u2014 you know that.\u201d", "start_byte": 438406, "end_byte": 438471, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 632.54498046875, "cut_end_time": 636.82004296875, "narration": {"text": "I had just one little glimpse of the old gentleman when he come in; then the bed hid him. Mrs. Phelps she jumps for him, and says:", "cut_start_time": 599.4650170898437, "cut_end_time": 607.7900170898438, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_32_twain_64kb_23.flac"}, "context": "I had just one little glimpse of the old gentleman when he come in; then the bed hid him. Mrs. Phelps she jumps for him, and says:\n\n\u201cHas he come?\u201d\n\n\u201cNo,\u201d says her husband.\n\n\u201cGood-ness gracious!\u201d she says, \u201cwhat in the warld can have become of him?\u201d\n\n\u201cI can\u2019t imagine,\u201d says the old gentleman; \u201cand I must say it makes me dreadful uneasy.\u201d\n\n\u201cUneasy!\u201d she says; \u201cI\u2019m ready to go distracted! He must a come; and you\u2019ve missed him along the road. I know it\u2019s so \u2014 something tells me so.\u201d\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cWhy, Sally, I couldn\u2019t miss him along the road \u2014 you know that.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\n\u201cBut oh, dear, dear, what will Sis say! He must a come! You must a missed him. He \u2014 \u201d\n\n\u201cOh, don\u2019t distress me any more\u2019n I\u2019m already distressed. I don\u2019t know what in the world to make of it. I\u2019m at my wit\u2019s end, and I don\u2019t mind acknowledging \u2019t I\u2019m right down scared. But there\u2019s no hope that he\u2019s come; for he couldn\u2019t come and me miss him. Sally, it\u2019s terrible \u2014 just terrible \u2014 something\u2019s happened to the boat, sure!\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {}, "audio_path": "wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_32_twain_64kb_23.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cOh, don\u2019t distress me any more\u2019n I\u2019m already distressed. I don\u2019t know what in the world to make of it. I\u2019m at my wit\u2019s end, and I don\u2019t mind acknowledging \u2019t I\u2019m right down scared. But there\u2019s no hope that he\u2019s come; for he couldn\u2019t come and me miss him. Sally, it\u2019s terrible \u2014 just terrible \u2014 something\u2019s happened to the boat, sure!\u201d", "start_byte": 438560, "end_byte": 438895, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 644.5449755859376, "cut_end_time": 663.9701005859375, "narration": {"text": "\u201cBut oh, dear, dear, what will Sis say! He must a come! You must a missed him. He \u2014 \u201d", "cut_start_time": 636.704970703125, "cut_end_time": 643.350033203125, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_32_twain_64kb_24.flac"}, "context": "\u201d says the old gentleman; \u201cand I must say it makes me dreadful uneasy.\u201d\n\n\u201cUneasy!\u201d she says; \u201cI\u2019m ready to go distracted! He must a come; and you\u2019ve missed him along the road. I know it\u2019s so \u2014 something tells me so.\u201d\n\n\u201cWhy, Sally, I couldn\u2019t miss him along the road \u2014 you know that.\u201d\n\n\u201cBut oh, dear, dear, what will Sis say! He must a come! You must a missed him. He \u2014 \u201d\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cOh, don\u2019t distress me any more\u2019n I\u2019m already distressed. I don\u2019t know what in the world to make of it. I\u2019m at my wit\u2019s end, and I don\u2019t mind acknowledging \u2019t I\u2019m right down scared. But there\u2019s no hope that he\u2019s come; for he couldn\u2019t come and me miss him. Sally, it\u2019s terrible \u2014 just terrible \u2014 something\u2019s happened to the boat, sure!\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\n\u201cWhy, Silas! Look yonder! \u2014 up the road! \u2014 ain\u2019t that somebody coming?\u201d\n\nHe sprung to the window at the head of the bed, and that give Mrs. Phelps the chance she wanted. She stooped down quick at the foot of the bed and give me a pull, and out I come; and when he turned back from the window there she stood, a-beaming and a-smiling like a house afire, and I standing pretty meek and sweaty alongside. The old gentleman stared, and says:", "narrative_information_pred": {}, "audio_path": "wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_32_twain_64kb_24.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cWhy, Silas! Look yonder! \u2014 up the road! \u2014 ain\u2019t that somebody coming?\u201d", "start_byte": 438897, "end_byte": 438968, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 663.9250048828126, "cut_end_time": 668.2900673828125, "narration": {"text": "\u201cBut oh, dear, dear, what will Sis say! He must a come! You must a missed him. He \u2014 \u201d", "cut_start_time": 636.704970703125, "cut_end_time": 643.350033203125, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_32_twain_64kb_25.flac"}, "context": "\u201cBut oh, dear, dear, what will Sis say! He must a come! You must a missed him. He \u2014 \u201d\n\n\u201cOh, don\u2019t distress me any more\u2019n I\u2019m already distressed. I don\u2019t know what in the world to make of it. I\u2019m at my wit\u2019s end, and I don\u2019t mind acknowledging \u2019t I\u2019m right down scared. But there\u2019s no hope that he\u2019s come; for he couldn\u2019t come and me miss him. Sally, it\u2019s terrible \u2014 just terrible \u2014 something\u2019s happened to the boat, sure!\u201d\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cWhy, Silas! Look yonder! \u2014 up the road! \u2014 ain\u2019t that somebody coming?\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\nHe sprung to the window at the head of the bed, and that give Mrs. Phelps the chance she wanted. She stooped down quick at the foot of the bed and give me a pull, and out I come; and when he turned back from the window there she stood, a-beaming and a-smiling like a house afire, and I standing pretty meek and sweaty alongside. The old gentleman stared, and says:\n\n\u201cWhy, who\u2019s that?\u201d\n\n\u201cWho do you reckon \u2019t is?\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {}, "audio_path": "wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_32_twain_64kb_25.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cWhy, who\u2019s that?\u201d", "start_byte": 439336, "end_byte": 439354, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 689.915009765625, "cut_end_time": 691.730009765625, "narration": {"text": "\u201cBut oh, dear, dear, what will Sis say! He must a come! You must a missed him. He \u2014 \u201d", "cut_start_time": 636.704970703125, "cut_end_time": 643.350033203125, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_32_twain_64kb_26.flac"}, "context": "\u201cWhy, Silas! Look yonder! \u2014 up the road! \u2014 ain\u2019t that somebody coming?\u201d\n\nHe sprung to the window at the head of the bed, and that give Mrs. Phelps the chance she wanted. She stooped down quick at the foot of the bed and give me a pull, and out I come; and when he turned back from the window there she stood, a-beaming and a-smiling like a house afire, and I standing pretty meek and sweaty alongside. The old gentleman stared, and says:\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cWhy, who\u2019s that?\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\n\u201cWho do you reckon \u2019t is?\u201d\n\n\u201cI hain\u2019t no idea. Who is it?\u201d\n\n\u201cIt\u2019s Tom Sawyer!\u201d\n\nBy jings, I most slumped through the floor! But there warn\u2019t no time to swap knives; the old man grabbed me by the hand and shook, and kept on shaking; and all the time how the woman did dance around and laugh and cry; and then how they both did fire off questions about Sid, and Mary, and the rest of the tribe.\n\nBut if they was joyful, it warn\u2019t nothing to what I was; for it was like being born again, I was so glad to find out who I was. 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And s\u2019pose he steps in here any minute, and sings out my name before I can throw him a wink to keep quiet? Well, I couldn\u2019t have it that way; it wouldn\u2019t do at all. I must go up the road and waylay him. So I told the folks I reckoned I would go up to the town and fetch down my baggage. The old gentleman was for going along with me, but I said no, I could drive the horse myself, and I druther he wouldn\u2019t take no trouble about me.\n\nCHAPTER XXXIII.\n\nSo I started for town in the wagon, and when I was half-way I see a wagon coming, and sure enough it was Tom Sawyer, and I stopped and waited till he come along. I says <|quote_start|>\u201cHold on!\u201d<|quote_end|> and it stopped alongside, and his mouth opened up like a trunk, and stayed so; and he swallowed two or three times like a person that\u2019s got a dry throat, and then says:\n\n\u201cI hain\u2019t ever done you no harm. You know that. 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Take my trunk in your wagon, and let on it\u2019s your\u2019n; and you turn back and fool along slow, so as to get to the house about the time you ought to; and I\u2019ll go towards town a piece, and take a fresh start, and get there a quarter or a half an hour after you; and you needn\u2019t let on to know me at first.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\nI says:\n\n\u201cAll right; but wait a minute. There\u2019s one more thing \u2014 a thing that nobody don\u2019t know but me. And that is, there\u2019s a nigger here that I\u2019m a-trying to steal out of slavery, and his name is Jim \u2014 old Miss Watson\u2019s Jim.\u201d\n\nHe says:\n\n\u201cWhat! Why, Jim is \u2014 \u201d\n\nHe stopped and went to studying. I says:\n\n\u201cI know what you\u2019ll say. You\u2019ll say it\u2019s dirty, low-down business; but what if it is? I\u2019m low down; and I\u2019m a-going to steal him, and I want you keep mum and not let on. Will you?\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {"says": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_33_twain_64kb_7.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cAll right; but wait a minute. There\u2019s one more thing \u2014 a thing that nobody don\u2019t know but me. And that is, there\u2019s a nigger here that I\u2019m a-trying to steal out of slavery, and his name is Jim \u2014 old Miss Watson\u2019s Jim.\u201d", "start_byte": 443031, "end_byte": 443249, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 146.33500061035156, "cut_end_time": 160.58000061035156, "narration": {"text": "When he heard my voice it righted him up some, but he warn\u2019t quite satisfied yet. He says:", "cut_start_time": 61.04499832153321, "cut_end_time": 66.6601233215332, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_33_twain_64kb_8.flac"}, "context": "So he done it; and it satisfied him; and he was that glad to see me again he didn\u2019t know what to do. And he wanted to know all about it right off, because it was a grand adventure, and mysterious, and so it hit him where he lived. But I said, leave it alone till by-and-by; and told his driver to wait, and we drove off a little piece, and I told him the kind of a fix I was in, and what did he reckon we better do? He said, let him alone a minute, and don\u2019t disturb him. So he thought and thought, and pretty soon he says:\n\n\u201cIt\u2019s all right; I\u2019ve got it. Take my trunk in your wagon, and let on it\u2019s your\u2019n; and you turn back and fool along slow, so as to get to the house about the time you ought to; and I\u2019ll go towards town a piece, and take a fresh start, and get there a quarter or a half an hour after you; and you needn\u2019t let on to know me at first.\u201d\n\nI says:\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cAll right; but wait a minute. There\u2019s one more thing \u2014 a thing that nobody don\u2019t know but me. And that is, there\u2019s a nigger here that I\u2019m a-trying to steal out of slavery, and his name is Jim \u2014 old Miss Watson\u2019s Jim.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\nHe says:\n\n\u201cWhat! Why, Jim is \u2014 \u201d\n\nHe stopped and went to studying. I says:\n\n\u201cI know what you\u2019ll say. You\u2019ll say it\u2019s dirty, low-down business; but what if it is? I\u2019m low down; and I\u2019m a-going to steal him, and I want you keep mum and not let on. Will you?\u201d\n\nHis eye lit up, and he says:\n\n\u201cI\u2019ll help you steal him!\u201d\n\nWell, I let go all holts then, like I was shot. It was the most astonishing speech I ever heard \u2014 and I\u2019m bound to say Tom Sawyer fell considerable in my estimation. Only I couldn\u2019t believe it. Tom Sawyer a nigger stealer!", "narrative_information_pred": {}, "audio_path": "wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_33_twain_64kb_8.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cI know what you\u2019ll say. You\u2019ll say it\u2019s dirty, low-down business; but what if it is? I\u2019m low down; and I\u2019m a-going to steal him, and I want you keep mum and not let on. Will you?\u201d", "start_byte": 443327, "end_byte": 443507, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 168.31500366210938, "cut_end_time": 179.77000366210936, "narration": {"text": "In about half an hour Tom\u2019s wagon drove up to the front stile, and Aunt Sally she see it through the window, because it was only about fifty yards, and says:", "cut_start_time": 287.6849938964844, "cut_end_time": 297.4600563964844, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_33_twain_64kb_9.flac"}, "context": "\u201cIt\u2019s all right; I\u2019ve got it. Take my trunk in your wagon, and let on it\u2019s your\u2019n; and you turn back and fool along slow, so as to get to the house about the time you ought to; and I\u2019ll go towards town a piece, and take a fresh start, and get there a quarter or a half an hour after you; and you needn\u2019t let on to know me at first.\u201d\n\nI says:\n\n\u201cAll right; but wait a minute. There\u2019s one more thing \u2014 a thing that nobody don\u2019t know but me. And that is, there\u2019s a nigger here that I\u2019m a-trying to steal out of slavery, and his name is Jim \u2014 old Miss Watson\u2019s Jim.\u201d\n\nHe says:\n\n\u201cWhat! Why, Jim is \u2014 \u201d\n\nHe stopped and went to studying. I says:\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cI know what you\u2019ll say. You\u2019ll say it\u2019s dirty, low-down business; but what if it is? I\u2019m low down; and I\u2019m a-going to steal him, and I want you keep mum and not let on. Will you?\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\nHis eye lit up, and he says:\n\n\u201cI\u2019ll help you steal him!\u201d\n\nWell, I let go all holts then, like I was shot. It was the most astonishing speech I ever heard \u2014 and I\u2019m bound to say Tom Sawyer fell considerable in my estimation. Only I couldn\u2019t believe it. Tom Sawyer a nigger stealer!\n\n\u201cOh, shucks!\u201d I says; \u201cyou\u2019re joking.\u201d\n\n\u201cI ain\u2019t joking, either.\u201d\n\n\u201cWell, then,\u201d I says, \u201cjoking or no joking, if you hear anything said about a runaway nigger, don\u2019t forget to remember that you don\u2019t know nothing about him, and I don\u2019t know nothing about him.\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {"says": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_33_twain_64kb_9.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cI\u2019ll help you steal him!\u201d", "start_byte": 443539, "end_byte": 443565, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 182.45499572753906, "cut_end_time": 184.58012072753905, "narration": {"text": "In about half an hour Tom\u2019s wagon drove up to the front stile, and Aunt Sally she see it through the window, because it was only about fifty yards, and says:", "cut_start_time": 287.6849938964844, "cut_end_time": 297.4600563964844, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_33_twain_64kb_10.flac"}, "context": "\u201cAll right; but wait a minute. There\u2019s one more thing \u2014 a thing that nobody don\u2019t know but me. And that is, there\u2019s a nigger here that I\u2019m a-trying to steal out of slavery, and his name is Jim \u2014 old Miss Watson\u2019s Jim.\u201d\n\nHe says:\n\n\u201cWhat! Why, Jim is \u2014 \u201d\n\nHe stopped and went to studying. I says:\n\n\u201cI know what you\u2019ll say. You\u2019ll say it\u2019s dirty, low-down business; but what if it is? I\u2019m low down; and I\u2019m a-going to steal him, and I want you keep mum and not let on. Will you?\u201d\n\nHis eye lit up, and he says:\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cI\u2019ll help you steal him!\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\nWell, I let go all holts then, like I was shot. It was the most astonishing speech I ever heard \u2014 and I\u2019m bound to say Tom Sawyer fell considerable in my estimation. Only I couldn\u2019t believe it. Tom Sawyer a nigger stealer!\n\n\u201cOh, shucks!\u201d I says; \u201cyou\u2019re joking.\u201d\n\n\u201cI ain\u2019t joking, either.\u201d\n\n\u201cWell, then,\u201d I says, \u201cjoking or no joking, if you hear anything said about a runaway nigger, don\u2019t forget to remember that you don\u2019t know nothing about him, and I don\u2019t know nothing about him.\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {"says": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_33_twain_64kb_10.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cyou\u2019re joking.\u201d", "start_byte": 443813, "end_byte": 443829, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 203.1949932861328, "cut_end_time": 204.3701182861328, "narration": {"text": "In about half an hour Tom\u2019s wagon drove up to the front stile, and Aunt Sally she see it through the window, because it was only about fifty yards, and says:", "cut_start_time": 287.6849938964844, "cut_end_time": 297.4600563964844, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_33_twain_64kb_11.flac"}, "context": "\u201cI know what you\u2019ll say. You\u2019ll say it\u2019s dirty, low-down business; but what if it is? I\u2019m low down; and I\u2019m a-going to steal him, and I want you keep mum and not let on. Will you?\u201d\n\nHis eye lit up, and he says:\n\n\u201cI\u2019ll help you steal him!\u201d\n\nWell, I let go all holts then, like I was shot. It was the most astonishing speech I ever heard \u2014 and I\u2019m bound to say Tom Sawyer fell considerable in my estimation. Only I couldn\u2019t believe it. Tom Sawyer a nigger stealer!\n\n\u201cOh, shucks!\u201d I says; <|quote_start|>\u201cyou\u2019re joking.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\n\u201cI ain\u2019t joking, either.\u201d\n\n\u201cWell, then,\u201d I says, \u201cjoking or no joking, if you hear anything said about a runaway nigger, don\u2019t forget to remember that you don\u2019t know nothing about him, and I don\u2019t know nothing about him.\u201d\n\nThen we took the trunk and put it in my wagon, and he drove off his way and I drove mine. But of course I forgot all about driving slow on accounts of being glad and full of thinking; so I got home a heap too quick for that length of a trip. The old gentleman was at the door, and he says:", "narrative_information_pred": {"says": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_33_twain_64kb_11.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cI ain\u2019t joking, either.\u201d", "start_byte": 443831, "end_byte": 443856, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 204.53500061035155, "cut_end_time": 205.93006311035157, "narration": {"text": "In about half an hour Tom\u2019s wagon drove up to the front stile, and Aunt Sally she see it through the window, because it was only about fifty yards, and says:", "cut_start_time": 287.6849938964844, "cut_end_time": 297.4600563964844, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_33_twain_64kb_12.flac"}, "context": "\u201cI know what you\u2019ll say. You\u2019ll say it\u2019s dirty, low-down business; but what if it is? 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But of course I forgot all about driving slow on accounts of being glad and full of thinking; so I got home a heap too quick for that length of a trip. 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I\u2019m low down; and I\u2019m a-going to steal him, and I want you keep mum and not let on. Will you?\u201d\n\nHis eye lit up, and he says:\n\n\u201cI\u2019ll help you steal him!\u201d\n\nWell, I let go all holts then, like I was shot. It was the most astonishing speech I ever heard \u2014 and I\u2019m bound to say Tom Sawyer fell considerable in my estimation. Only I couldn\u2019t believe it. Tom Sawyer a nigger stealer!\n\n\u201cOh, shucks!\u201d I says; \u201cyou\u2019re joking.\u201d\n\n\u201cI ain\u2019t joking, either.\u201d\n\n\u201cWell, then,\u201d I says, <|quote_start|>\u201cjoking or no joking, if you hear anything said about a runaway nigger, don\u2019t forget to remember that you don\u2019t know nothing about him, and I don\u2019t know nothing about him.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\nThen we took the trunk and put it in my wagon, and he drove off his way and I drove mine. But of course I forgot all about driving slow on accounts of being glad and full of thinking; so I got home a heap too quick for that length of a trip. The old gentleman was at the door, and he says:\n\n\u201cWhy, this is wonderful! Whoever would a thought it was in that mare to do it? I wish we\u2019d a timed her. And she hain\u2019t sweated a hair \u2014 not a hair. It\u2019s wonderful. Why, I wouldn\u2019t take a hundred dollars for that horse now \u2014 I wouldn\u2019t, honest; and yet I\u2019d a sold her for fifteen before, and thought \u2019twas all she was worth.\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {"says": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_33_twain_64kb_13.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cWhy, there\u2019s somebody come! I wonder who \u2019tis? Why, I do believe it\u2019s a stranger. Jimmy", "start_byte": 445289, "end_byte": 445377, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 297.3449853515625, "cut_end_time": 304.5501103515625, "narration": {"text": "In about half an hour Tom\u2019s wagon drove up to the front stile, and Aunt Sally she see it through the window, because it was only about fifty yards, and says:", "cut_start_time": 287.6849938964844, "cut_end_time": 297.4600563964844, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_33_twain_64kb_14.flac"}, "context": "That\u2019s all he said. He was the innocentest, best old soul I ever see. But it warn\u2019t surprising; because he warn\u2019t only just a farmer, he was a preacher, too, and had a little one-horse log church down back of the plantation, which he built it himself at his own expense, for a church and schoolhouse, and never charged nothing for his preaching, and it was worth it, too. There was plenty other farmer-preachers like that, and done the same way, down South.\n\nIn about half an hour Tom\u2019s wagon drove up to the front stile, and Aunt Sally she see it through the window, because it was only about fifty yards, and says:\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cWhy, there\u2019s somebody come! I wonder who \u2019tis? Why, I do believe it\u2019s a stranger. Jimmy\u201d<|quote_end|> (that\u2019s one of the children) \u201crun and tell Lize to put on another plate for dinner.\u201d\n\nEverybody made a rush for the front door, because, of course, a stranger don\u2019t come every year, and so he lays over the yaller-fever, for interest, when he does come. Tom was over the stile and starting for the house; the wagon was spinning up the road for the village, and we was all bunched in the front door. Tom had his store clothes on, and an audience \u2014 and that was always nuts for Tom Sawyer. In them circumstances it warn\u2019t no trouble to him to throw in an amount of style that was suitable. He warn\u2019t a boy to meeky along up that yard like a sheep; no, he come ca\u2019m and important, like the ram. When he got a-front of us he lifts his hat ever so gracious and dainty, like it was the lid of a box that had butterflies asleep in it and he didn\u2019t want to disturb them, and says:", "narrative_information_pred": {"says": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_33_twain_64kb_14.flac"}, {"text": "\u201crun and tell Lize to put on another plate for dinner.\u201d", "start_byte": 445408, "end_byte": 445463, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 306.16498657226566, "cut_end_time": 309.21004907226563, "narration": {"text": "In about half an hour Tom\u2019s wagon drove up to the front stile, and Aunt Sally she see it through the window, because it was only about fifty yards, and says:", "cut_start_time": 287.6849938964844, "cut_end_time": 297.4600563964844, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_33_twain_64kb_15.flac"}, "context": "That\u2019s all he said. He was the innocentest, best old soul I ever see. But it warn\u2019t surprising; because he warn\u2019t only just a farmer, he was a preacher, too, and had a little one-horse log church down back of the plantation, which he built it himself at his own expense, for a church and schoolhouse, and never charged nothing for his preaching, and it was worth it, too. There was plenty other farmer-preachers like that, and done the same way, down South.\n\nIn about half an hour Tom\u2019s wagon drove up to the front stile, and Aunt Sally she see it through the window, because it was only about fifty yards, and says:\n\n\u201cWhy, there\u2019s somebody come! I wonder who \u2019tis? Why, I do believe it\u2019s a stranger. Jimmy\u201d (that\u2019s one of the children) <|quote_start|>\u201crun and tell Lize to put on another plate for dinner.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\nEverybody made a rush for the front door, because, of course, a stranger don\u2019t come every year, and so he lays over the yaller-fever, for interest, when he does come. 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When he got a-front of us he lifts his hat ever so gracious and dainty, like it was the lid of a box that had butterflies asleep in it and he didn\u2019t want to disturb them, and says:", "narrative_information_pred": {"says": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_33_twain_64kb_15.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cMr. Archibald Nichols, I presume?\u201d", "start_byte": 446252, "end_byte": 446287, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 360.24501220703127, "cut_end_time": 364.02007470703126, "narration": {"text": "In about half an hour Tom\u2019s wagon drove up to the front stile, and Aunt Sally she see it through the window, because it was only about fifty yards, and says:", "cut_start_time": 287.6849938964844, "cut_end_time": 297.4600563964844, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_33_twain_64kb_16.flac"}, "context": "Everybody made a rush for the front door, because, of course, a stranger don\u2019t come every year, and so he lays over the yaller-fever, for interest, when he does come. Tom was over the stile and starting for the house; the wagon was spinning up the road for the village, and we was all bunched in the front door. Tom had his store clothes on, and an audience \u2014 and that was always nuts for Tom Sawyer. In them circumstances it warn\u2019t no trouble to him to throw in an amount of style that was suitable. He warn\u2019t a boy to meeky along up that yard like a sheep; no, he come ca\u2019m and important, like the ram. When he got a-front of us he lifts his hat ever so gracious and dainty, like it was the lid of a box that had butterflies asleep in it and he didn\u2019t want to disturb them, and says:\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cMr. Archibald Nichols, I presume?\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\n\u201cNo, my boy,\u201d says the old gentleman, \u201cI\u2019m sorry to say \u2019t your driver has deceived you; Nichols\u2019s place is down a matter of three mile more. Come in, come in.\u201d\n\nTom he took a look back over his shoulder, and says, \u201cToo late \u2014 he\u2019s out of sight.\u201d\n\n\u201cYes, he\u2019s gone, my son, and you must come in and eat your dinner with us; and then we\u2019ll hitch up and take you down to Nichols\u2019s.\u201d\n\n\u201cOh, I can\u2019t make you so much trouble; I couldn\u2019t think of it. 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I\u2019ve a good notion to take and \u2014 Say, what do you mean by kissing me?\u201d\n\nHe looked kind of humble, and says:\n\n\u201cI didn\u2019t mean nothing, m\u2019am. I didn\u2019t mean no harm. I \u2014 I \u2014 thought you\u2019d like it.\u201d\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cWhy, you born fool!\u201d<|quote_end|> She took up the spinning stick, and it looked like it was all she could do to keep from giving him a crack with it. \u201cWhat made you think I\u2019d like it?\u201d\n\n\u201cWell, I don\u2019t know. Only, they \u2014 they \u2014 told me you would.\u201d\n\n\u201cThey told you I would. Whoever told you\u2019s another lunatic. I never heard the beat of it. Who\u2019s they?\u201d\n\n\u201cWhy, everybody. They all said so, m\u2019am.\u201d\n\nIt was all she could do to hold in; and her eyes snapped, and her fingers worked like she wanted to scratch him; and she says:", "narrative_information_pred": {}, "audio_path": "wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_33_twain_64kb_28.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cWhat made you think I\u2019d like it?\u201d", "start_byte": 448313, "end_byte": 448347, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 498.584990234375, "cut_end_time": 500.72011523437504, "narration": {"text": "It was all she could do to hold in; and her eyes snapped, and her fingers worked like she wanted to scratch him; and she says:", "cut_start_time": 517.3150048828126, "cut_end_time": 524.1300048828125, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_33_twain_64kb_29.flac"}, "context": "\u201cYou\u2019re s\u2019rp \u2014 Why, what do you reckon I am? 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I \u2014 I \u2014 thought you\u2019d like it.\u201d\n\n\u201cWhy, you born fool!\u201d She took up the spinning stick, and it looked like it was all she could do to keep from giving him a crack with it. \u201cWhat made you think I\u2019d like it?\u201d\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cWell, I don\u2019t know. Only, they \u2014 they \u2014 told me you would.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\n\u201cThey told you I would. Whoever told you\u2019s another lunatic. I never heard the beat of it. Who\u2019s they?\u201d\n\n\u201cWhy, everybody. They all said so, m\u2019am.\u201d\n\nIt was all she could do to hold in; and her eyes snapped, and her fingers worked like she wanted to scratch him; and she says:\n\n\u201cWho\u2019s \u2018everybody\u2019? Out with their names, or ther\u2019ll be an idiot short.\u201d\n\nHe got up and looked distressed, and fumbled his hat, and says:", "narrative_information_pred": {}, "audio_path": "wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_33_twain_64kb_30.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cThey told you I would. Whoever told you\u2019s another lunatic. I never heard the beat of it. Who\u2019s they?\u201d", "start_byte": 448411, "end_byte": 448513, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 506.355, "cut_end_time": 513.46, "narration": {"text": "It was all she could do to hold in; and her eyes snapped, and her fingers worked like she wanted to scratch him; and she says:", "cut_start_time": 517.3150048828126, "cut_end_time": 524.1300048828125, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_33_twain_64kb_31.flac"}, "context": "\u201cYou\u2019re s\u2019rp \u2014 Why, what do you reckon I am? I\u2019ve a good notion to take and \u2014 Say, what do you mean by kissing me?\u201d\n\nHe looked kind of humble, and says:\n\n\u201cI didn\u2019t mean nothing, m\u2019am. I didn\u2019t mean no harm. 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I \u2014 I \u2014 thought you\u2019d like it.\u201d\n\n\u201cWhy, you born fool!\u201d She took up the spinning stick, and it looked like it was all she could do to keep from giving him a crack with it. \u201cWhat made you think I\u2019d like it?\u201d\n\n\u201cWell, I don\u2019t know. Only, they \u2014 they \u2014 told me you would.\u201d\n\n\u201cThey told you I would. Whoever told you\u2019s another lunatic. I never heard the beat of it. Who\u2019s they?\u201d\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cWhy, everybody. They all said so, m\u2019am.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\nIt was all she could do to hold in; and her eyes snapped, and her fingers worked like she wanted to scratch him; and she says:\n\n\u201cWho\u2019s \u2018everybody\u2019? Out with their names, or ther\u2019ll be an idiot short.\u201d\n\nHe got up and looked distressed, and fumbled his hat, and says:\n\n\u201cI\u2019m sorry, and I warn\u2019t expecting it. They told me to. They all told me to. 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They all said so, m\u2019am.\u201d\n\nIt was all she could do to hold in; and her eyes snapped, and her fingers worked like she wanted to scratch him; and she says:\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cWho\u2019s \u2018everybody\u2019? Out with their names, or ther\u2019ll be an idiot short.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\nHe got up and looked distressed, and fumbled his hat, and says:\n\n\u201cI\u2019m sorry, and I warn\u2019t expecting it. They told me to. They all told me to. They all said, kiss her; and said she\u2019d like it. They all said it \u2014 every one of them. But I\u2019m sorry, m\u2019am, and I won\u2019t do it no more \u2014 I won\u2019t, honest.\u201d\n\n\u201cYou won\u2019t, won\u2019t you? Well, I sh\u2019d reckon you won\u2019t!\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {"says": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_33_twain_64kb_33.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cI\u2019m sorry, and I warn\u2019t expecting it. They told me to. They all told me to. 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They all said so, m\u2019am.\u201d\n\nIt was all she could do to hold in; and her eyes snapped, and her fingers worked like she wanted to scratch him; and she says:\n\n\u201cWho\u2019s \u2018everybody\u2019? Out with their names, or ther\u2019ll be an idiot short.\u201d\n\nHe got up and looked distressed, and fumbled his hat, and says:\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cI\u2019m sorry, and I warn\u2019t expecting it. They told me to. They all told me to. They all said, kiss her; and said she\u2019d like it. They all said it \u2014 every one of them. But I\u2019m sorry, m\u2019am, and I won\u2019t do it no more \u2014 I won\u2019t, honest.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\n\u201cYou won\u2019t, won\u2019t you? Well, I sh\u2019d reckon you won\u2019t!\u201d\n\n\u201cNo\u2019m, I\u2019m honest about it; I won\u2019t ever do it again \u2014 till you ask me.\u201d\n\n\u201cTill I ask you! Well, I never see the beat of it in my born days! I lay you\u2019ll be the Methusalem-numskull of creation before ever I ask you \u2014 or the likes of you.\u201d\n\n\u201cWell,\u201d he says, \u201cit does surprise me so. I can\u2019t make it out, somehow. They said you would, and I thought you would. But \u2014 \u201d He stopped and looked around slow, like he wished he could run across a friendly eye somewheres, and fetched up on the old gentleman\u2019s, and says,", "narrative_information_pred": {"says": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_33_twain_64kb_34.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cYou won\u2019t, won\u2019t you? Well, I sh\u2019d reckon you won\u2019t!\u201d", "start_byte": 449057, "end_byte": 449111, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 548.655029296875, "cut_end_time": 552.030091796875, "narration": {"text": " she says, breaking in and jumping for him, \u201cyou impudent young rascal, to fool a body so \u2014 \u201d and was going to hug him, but he fended her off, and says:", "cut_start_time": 606.9350219726563, "cut_end_time": 616.0500844726563, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_33_twain_64kb_35.flac"}, "context": "\u201cWho\u2019s \u2018everybody\u2019? Out with their names, or ther\u2019ll be an idiot short.\u201d\n\nHe got up and looked distressed, and fumbled his hat, and says:\n\n\u201cI\u2019m sorry, and I warn\u2019t expecting it. They told me to. They all told me to. They all said, kiss her; and said she\u2019d like it. They all said it \u2014 every one of them. 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They told me to. They all told me to. They all said, kiss her; and said she\u2019d like it. They all said it \u2014 every one of them. But I\u2019m sorry, m\u2019am, and I won\u2019t do it no more \u2014 I won\u2019t, honest.\u201d\n\n\u201cYou won\u2019t, won\u2019t you? Well, I sh\u2019d reckon you won\u2019t!\u201d\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cNo\u2019m, I\u2019m honest about it; I won\u2019t ever do it again \u2014 till you ask me.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\n\u201cTill I ask you! Well, I never see the beat of it in my born days! I lay you\u2019ll be the Methusalem-numskull of creation before ever I ask you \u2014 or the likes of you.\u201d\n\n\u201cWell,\u201d he says, \u201cit does surprise me so. I can\u2019t make it out, somehow. They said you would, and I thought you would. But \u2014 \u201d He stopped and looked around slow, like he wished he could run across a friendly eye somewheres, and fetched up on the old gentleman\u2019s, and says,", "narrative_information_pred": {}, "audio_path": "wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_33_twain_64kb_36.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cTill I ask you! Well, I never see the beat of it in my born days! I lay you\u2019ll be the Methusalem-numskull of creation before ever I ask you \u2014 or the likes of you.\u201d", "start_byte": 449187, "end_byte": 449351, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 558.5049731445313, "cut_end_time": 570.0800356445312, "narration": {"text": " she says, breaking in and jumping for him, \u201cyou impudent young rascal, to fool a body so \u2014 \u201d and was going to hug him, but he fended her off, and says:", "cut_start_time": 606.9350219726563, "cut_end_time": 616.0500844726563, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_33_twain_64kb_37.flac"}, "context": "\u201cI\u2019m sorry, and I warn\u2019t expecting it. They told me to. They all told me to. They all said, kiss her; and said she\u2019d like it. They all said it \u2014 every one of them. But I\u2019m sorry, m\u2019am, and I won\u2019t do it no more \u2014 I won\u2019t, honest.\u201d\n\n\u201cYou won\u2019t, won\u2019t you? Well, I sh\u2019d reckon you won\u2019t!\u201d\n\n\u201cNo\u2019m, I\u2019m honest about it; I won\u2019t ever do it again \u2014 till you ask me.\u201d\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cTill I ask you! Well, I never see the beat of it in my born days! I lay you\u2019ll be the Methusalem-numskull of creation before ever I ask you \u2014 or the likes of you.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\n\u201cWell,\u201d he says, \u201cit does surprise me so. I can\u2019t make it out, somehow. They said you would, and I thought you would. But \u2014 \u201d He stopped and looked around slow, like he wished he could run across a friendly eye somewheres, and fetched up on the old gentleman\u2019s, and says, \u201cDidn\u2019t you think she\u2019d like me to kiss her, sir?\u201d\n\n\u201cWhy, no; I \u2014 I \u2014 well, no, I b\u2019lieve I didn\u2019t.\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {}, "audio_path": "wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_33_twain_64kb_37.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cDidn\u2019t you think she\u2019d like me to kiss her, sir?\u201d", "start_byte": 449625, "end_byte": 449675, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 588.525029296875, "cut_end_time": 591.040091796875, "narration": {"text": " she says, breaking in and jumping for him, \u201cyou impudent young rascal, to fool a body so \u2014 \u201d and was going to hug him, but he fended her off, and says:", "cut_start_time": 606.9350219726563, "cut_end_time": 616.0500844726563, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_33_twain_64kb_38.flac"}, "context": "\u201cTill I ask you! Well, I never see the beat of it in my born days! I lay you\u2019ll be the Methusalem-numskull of creation before ever I ask you \u2014 or the likes of you.\u201d\n\n\u201cWell,\u201d he says, \u201cit does surprise me so. I can\u2019t make it out, somehow. They said you would, and I thought you would. 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Well, I never see the beat of it in my born days! I lay you\u2019ll be the Methusalem-numskull of creation before ever I ask you \u2014 or the likes of you.\u201d\n\n\u201cWell,\u201d he says, \u201cit does surprise me so. I can\u2019t make it out, somehow. They said you would, and I thought you would. 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And after they got a little quiet again she says:", "narrative_information_pred": {"says": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_33_twain_64kb_39.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cTom, didn\u2019t you think Aunt Sally \u2019d open out her arms and say, \u2018Sid Sawyer \u2014 \u2019\u201d", "start_byte": 449782, "end_byte": 449862, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 600.2049780273438, "cut_end_time": 605.2900405273438, "narration": {"text": " she says, breaking in and jumping for him, \u201cyou impudent young rascal, to fool a body so \u2014 \u201d and was going to hug him, but he fended her off, and says:", "cut_start_time": 606.9350219726563, "cut_end_time": 616.0500844726563, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_33_twain_64kb_40.flac"}, "context": "\u201cWell,\u201d he says, \u201cit does surprise me so. I can\u2019t make it out, somehow. They said you would, and I thought you would. But \u2014 \u201d He stopped and looked around slow, like he wished he could run across a friendly eye somewheres, and fetched up on the old gentleman\u2019s, and says, \u201cDidn\u2019t you think she\u2019d like me to kiss her, sir?\u201d\n\n\u201cWhy, no; I \u2014 I \u2014 well, no, I b\u2019lieve I didn\u2019t.\u201d\n\nThen he looks on around the same way to me, and says:\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cTom, didn\u2019t you think Aunt Sally \u2019d open out her arms and say, \u2018Sid Sawyer \u2014 \u2019\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\n\u201cMy land!\u201d she says, breaking in and jumping for him, \u201cyou impudent young rascal, to fool a body so \u2014 \u201d and was going to hug him, but he fended her off, and says:\n\n\u201cNo, not till you\u2019ve asked me first.\u201d\n\nSo she didn\u2019t lose no time, but asked him; and hugged him and kissed him over and over again, and then turned him over to the old man, and he took what was left. And after they got a little quiet again she says:", "narrative_information_pred": {"says": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_33_twain_64kb_40.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cNo, not till you\u2019ve asked me first.\u201d", "start_byte": 450028, "end_byte": 450065, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 616.5050244140625, "cut_end_time": 618.5400869140625, "narration": {"text": " she says, breaking in and jumping for him, \u201cyou impudent young rascal, to fool a body so \u2014 \u201d and was going to hug him, but he fended her off, and says:", "cut_start_time": 606.9350219726563, "cut_end_time": 616.0500844726563, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_33_twain_64kb_41.flac"}, "context": "\u201cWhy, no; I \u2014 I \u2014 well, no, I b\u2019lieve I didn\u2019t.\u201d\n\nThen he looks on around the same way to me, and says:\n\n\u201cTom, didn\u2019t you think Aunt Sally \u2019d open out her arms and say, \u2018Sid Sawyer \u2014 \u2019\u201d\n\n\u201cMy land!\u201d she says, breaking in and jumping for him, \u201cyou impudent young rascal, to fool a body so \u2014 \u201d and was going to hug him, but he fended her off, and says:\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cNo, not till you\u2019ve asked me first.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\nSo she didn\u2019t lose no time, but asked him; and hugged him and kissed him over and over again, and then turned him over to the old man, and he took what was left. And after they got a little quiet again she says:\n\n\u201cWhy, dear me, I never see such a surprise. We warn\u2019t looking for you at all, but only Tom. Sis never wrote to me about anybody coming but him.\u201d\n\n\u201cIt\u2019s because it warn\u2019t intended for any of us to come but Tom", "narrative_information_pred": {"says": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_33_twain_64kb_41.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cWhy, dear me, I never see such a surprise. We warn\u2019t looking for you at all, but only Tom. Sis never wrote to me about anybody coming but him.\u201d", "start_byte": 450280, "end_byte": 450424, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 632.3449731445313, "cut_end_time": 642.2900981445313, "narration": {"text": " she says, breaking in and jumping for him, \u201cyou impudent young rascal, to fool a body so \u2014 \u201d and was going to hug him, but he fended her off, and says:", "cut_start_time": 606.9350219726563, "cut_end_time": 616.0500844726563, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_33_twain_64kb_42.flac"}, "context": "\u201cMy land!\u201d she says, breaking in and jumping for him, \u201cyou impudent young rascal, to fool a body so \u2014 \u201d and was going to hug him, but he fended her off, and says:\n\n\u201cNo, not till you\u2019ve asked me first.\u201d\n\nSo she didn\u2019t lose no time, but asked him; and hugged him and kissed him over and over again, and then turned him over to the old man, and he took what was left. And after they got a little quiet again she says:\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cWhy, dear me, I never see such a surprise. We warn\u2019t looking for you at all, but only Tom. Sis never wrote to me about anybody coming but him.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\n\u201cIt\u2019s because it warn\u2019t intended for any of us to come but Tom,\u201d he says; \u201cbut I begged and begged, and at the last minute she let me come, too; so, coming down the river, me and Tom thought it would be a first-rate surprise for him to come here to the house first, and for me to by-and-by tag along and drop in, and let on to be a stranger. But it was a mistake, Aunt Sally. This ain\u2019t no healthy place for a stranger to come.\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {"says": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_33_twain_64kb_42.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cIt\u2019s because it warn\u2019t intended for any of us to come but Tom,", "start_byte": 450426, "end_byte": 450489, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 643.6950170898438, "cut_end_time": 646.9800795898437, "narration": {"text": " she says, breaking in and jumping for him, \u201cyou impudent young rascal, to fool a body so \u2014 \u201d and was going to hug him, but he fended her off, and says:", "cut_start_time": 606.9350219726563, "cut_end_time": 616.0500844726563, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_33_twain_64kb_43.flac"}, "context": "\u201cMy land!\u201d she says, breaking in and jumping for him, \u201cyou impudent young rascal, to fool a body so \u2014 \u201d and was going to hug him, but he fended her off, and says:\n\n\u201cNo, not till you\u2019ve asked me first.\u201d\n\nSo she didn\u2019t lose no time, but asked him; and hugged him and kissed him over and over again, and then turned him over to the old man, and he took what was left. And after they got a little quiet again she says:\n\n\u201cWhy, dear me, I never see such a surprise. We warn\u2019t looking for you at all, but only Tom. Sis never wrote to me about anybody coming but him.\u201d\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cIt\u2019s because it warn\u2019t intended for any of us to come but Tom,\u201d<|quote_end|> he says; \u201cbut I begged and begged, and at the last minute she let me come, too; so, coming down the river, me and Tom thought it would be a first-rate surprise for him to come here to the house first, and for me to by-and-by tag along and drop in, and let on to be a stranger. But it was a mistake, Aunt Sally. This ain\u2019t no healthy place for a stranger to come.\u201d\n\n\u201cNo \u2014 not impudent whelps, Sid. You ought to had your jaws boxed; I hain\u2019t been so put out since I don\u2019t know when. But I don\u2019t care, I don\u2019t mind the terms \u2014 I\u2019d be willing to stand a thousand such jokes to have you here. Well, to think of that performance! I don\u2019t deny it, I was most putrified with astonishment when you give me that smack.\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {"says": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_33_twain_64kb_43.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cPa, mayn\u2019t Tom and Sid and me go to the show?\u201d", "start_byte": 451973, "end_byte": 452020, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 738.105, "cut_end_time": 741.9400625000001, "narration": {"text": " she says, breaking in and jumping for him, \u201cyou impudent young rascal, to fool a body so \u2014 \u201d and was going to hug him, but he fended her off, and says:", "cut_start_time": 606.9350219726563, "cut_end_time": 616.0500844726563, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_33_twain_64kb_44.flac"}, "context": "We had dinner out in that broad open passage betwixt the house and the kitchen; and there was things enough on that table for seven families \u2014 and all hot, too; none of your flabby, tough meat that\u2019s laid in a cupboard in a damp cellar all night and tastes like a hunk of old cold cannibal in the morning. Uncle Silas he asked a pretty long blessing over it, but it was worth it; and it didn\u2019t cool it a bit, neither, the way I\u2019ve seen them kind of interruptions do lots of times. There was a considerable good deal of talk all the afternoon, and me and Tom was on the lookout all the time; but it warn\u2019t no use, they didn\u2019t happen to say nothing about any runaway nigger, and we was afraid to try to work up to it. But at supper, at night, one of the little boys says:\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cPa, mayn\u2019t Tom and Sid and me go to the show?\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\n\u201cNo,\u201d says the old man, \u201cI reckon there ain\u2019t going to be any; and you couldn\u2019t go if there was; because the runaway nigger told Burton and me all about that scandalous show, and Burton said he would tell the people; so I reckon they\u2019ve drove the owdacious loafers out of town before this time.\u201d\n\nSo there it was! \u2014 but I couldn\u2019t help it. Tom and me was to sleep in the same room and bed; so, being tired, we bid good-night and went up to bed right after supper, and clumb out of the window and down the lightning-rod, and shoved for the town; for I didn\u2019t believe anybody was going to give the king and the duke a hint, and so if I didn\u2019t hurry up and give them one they\u2019d get into trouble sure.", "narrative_information_pred": {"says": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_33_twain_64kb_44.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cI reckon there ain\u2019t going to be any; and you couldn\u2019t go if there was; because the runaway nigger told Burton and me all about that scandalous show, and Burton said he would tell the people; so I reckon they\u2019ve drove the owdacious loafers out of town before this time.\u201d", "start_byte": 452046, "end_byte": 452317, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 743.9950146484375, "cut_end_time": 759.0100771484375, "narration": {"text": " she says, breaking in and jumping for him, \u201cyou impudent young rascal, to fool a body so \u2014 \u201d and was going to hug him, but he fended her off, and says:", "cut_start_time": 606.9350219726563, "cut_end_time": 616.0500844726563, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_33_twain_64kb_45.flac"}, "context": "We had dinner out in that broad open passage betwixt the house and the kitchen; and there was things enough on that table for seven families \u2014 and all hot, too; none of your flabby, tough meat that\u2019s laid in a cupboard in a damp cellar all night and tastes like a hunk of old cold cannibal in the morning. Uncle Silas he asked a pretty long blessing over it, but it was worth it; and it didn\u2019t cool it a bit, neither, the way I\u2019ve seen them kind of interruptions do lots of times. There was a considerable good deal of talk all the afternoon, and me and Tom was on the lookout all the time; but it warn\u2019t no use, they didn\u2019t happen to say nothing about any runaway nigger, and we was afraid to try to work up to it. But at supper, at night, one of the little boys says:\n\n\u201cPa, mayn\u2019t Tom and Sid and me go to the show?\u201d\n\n\u201cNo,\u201d says the old man, <|quote_start|>\u201cI reckon there ain\u2019t going to be any; and you couldn\u2019t go if there was; because the runaway nigger told Burton and me all about that scandalous show, and Burton said he would tell the people; so I reckon they\u2019ve drove the owdacious loafers out of town before this time.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\nSo there it was! \u2014 but I couldn\u2019t help it. 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When we was at dinner, didn\u2019t you see a nigger man go in there with some vittles?\u201d", "start_byte": 454870, "end_byte": 455006, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 39.61500076293945, "cut_end_time": 47.92000076293945, "narration": {"text": "I never said nothing, because I warn\u2019t expecting nothing different; but I knowed mighty well that whenever he got his plan ready it wouldn\u2019t have none of them objections to it.", "cut_start_time": 184.85499389648436, "cut_end_time": 194.84011889648437, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_34_twain_64kb_0.flac"}, "context": "So we poked along back home, and I warn\u2019t feeling so brash as I was before, but kind of ornery, and humble, and to blame, somehow \u2014 though I hadn\u2019t done nothing. But that\u2019s always the way; it don\u2019t make no difference whether you do right or wrong, a person\u2019s conscience ain\u2019t got no sense, and just goes for him anyway. If I had a yaller dog that didn\u2019t know no more than a person\u2019s conscience does I would pison him. It takes up more room than all the rest of a person\u2019s insides, and yet ain\u2019t no good, nohow. Tom Sawyer he says the same.\n\nCHAPTER XXXIV.\n\nWe stopped talking, and got to thinking. By-and-by Tom says:\n\n\u201cLooky here, Huck, what fools we are to not think of it before! I bet I know where Jim is.\u201d\n\n\u201cNo! Where?\u201d\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cIn that hut down by the ash-hopper. Why, looky here. When we was at dinner, didn\u2019t you see a nigger man go in there with some vittles?\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\n\u201cYes.\u201d\n\n\u201cWhat did you think the vittles was for?\u201d\n\n\u201cFor a dog.\u201d\n\n\u201cSo\u2019d I. Well, it wasn\u2019t for a dog.\u201d\n\n\u201cWhy?\u201d\n\n\u201cBecause part of it was watermelon.\u201d\n\n\u201cSo it was \u2014 I noticed it. Well, it does beat all that I never thought about a dog not eating watermelon. 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Now you work your mind, and study out a plan to steal Jim, and I will study out one, too; and we\u2019ll take the one we like the best.\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {}, "audio_path": "wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_34_twain_64kb_0.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cYes.\u201d", "start_byte": 455008, "end_byte": 455014, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 48.224999847412114, "cut_end_time": 49.60012484741211, "narration": {"text": "I never said nothing, because I warn\u2019t expecting nothing different; but I knowed mighty well that whenever he got his plan ready it wouldn\u2019t have none of them objections to it.", "cut_start_time": 184.85499389648436, "cut_end_time": 194.84011889648437, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_34_twain_64kb_1.flac"}, "context": "So we poked along back home, and I warn\u2019t feeling so brash as I was before, but kind of ornery, and humble, and to blame, somehow \u2014 though I hadn\u2019t done nothing. But that\u2019s always the way; it don\u2019t make no difference whether you do right or wrong, a person\u2019s conscience ain\u2019t got no sense, and just goes for him anyway. If I had a yaller dog that didn\u2019t know no more than a person\u2019s conscience does I would pison him. It takes up more room than all the rest of a person\u2019s insides, and yet ain\u2019t no good, nohow. Tom Sawyer he says the same.\n\nCHAPTER XXXIV.\n\nWe stopped talking, and got to thinking. By-and-by Tom says:\n\n\u201cLooky here, Huck, what fools we are to not think of it before! I bet I know where Jim is.\u201d\n\n\u201cNo! Where?\u201d\n\n\u201cIn that hut down by the ash-hopper. Why, looky here. When we was at dinner, didn\u2019t you see a nigger man go in there with some vittles?\u201d\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cYes.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\n\u201cWhat did you think the vittles was for?\u201d\n\n\u201cFor a dog.\u201d\n\n\u201cSo\u2019d I. Well, it wasn\u2019t for a dog.\u201d\n\n\u201cWhy?\u201d\n\n\u201cBecause part of it was watermelon.\u201d\n\n\u201cSo it was \u2014 I noticed it. Well, it does beat all that I never thought about a dog not eating watermelon. It shows how a body can see and don\u2019t see at the same time.\u201d\n\n\u201cWell, the nigger unlocked the padlock when he went in, and he locked it again when he came out. He fetched uncle a key about the time we got up from table \u2014 same key, I bet. Watermelon shows man, lock shows prisoner; and it ain\u2019t likely there\u2019s two prisoners on such a little plantation, and where the people\u2019s all so kind and good. Jim\u2019s the prisoner. All right \u2014 I\u2019m glad we found it out detective fashion; I wouldn\u2019t give shucks for any other way. Now you work your mind, and study out a plan to steal Jim, and I will study out one, too; and we\u2019ll take the one we like the best.\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {}, "audio_path": "wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_34_twain_64kb_1.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cWhat did you think the vittles was for?\u201d", "start_byte": 455016, "end_byte": 455057, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 49.60500045776367, "cut_end_time": 52.31000045776367, "narration": {"text": "I never said nothing, because I warn\u2019t expecting nothing different; but I knowed mighty well that whenever he got his plan ready it wouldn\u2019t have none of them objections to it.", "cut_start_time": 184.85499389648436, "cut_end_time": 194.84011889648437, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_34_twain_64kb_2.flac"}, "context": "So we poked along back home, and I warn\u2019t feeling so brash as I was before, but kind of ornery, and humble, and to blame, somehow \u2014 though I hadn\u2019t done nothing. But that\u2019s always the way; it don\u2019t make no difference whether you do right or wrong, a person\u2019s conscience ain\u2019t got no sense, and just goes for him anyway. If I had a yaller dog that didn\u2019t know no more than a person\u2019s conscience does I would pison him. It takes up more room than all the rest of a person\u2019s insides, and yet ain\u2019t no good, nohow. Tom Sawyer he says the same.\n\nCHAPTER XXXIV.\n\nWe stopped talking, and got to thinking. By-and-by Tom says:\n\n\u201cLooky here, Huck, what fools we are to not think of it before! I bet I know where Jim is.\u201d\n\n\u201cNo! Where?\u201d\n\n\u201cIn that hut down by the ash-hopper. Why, looky here. When we was at dinner, didn\u2019t you see a nigger man go in there with some vittles?\u201d\n\n\u201cYes.\u201d\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cWhat did you think the vittles was for?\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\n\u201cFor a dog.\u201d\n\n\u201cSo\u2019d I. Well, it wasn\u2019t for a dog.\u201d\n\n\u201cWhy?\u201d\n\n\u201cBecause part of it was watermelon.\u201d\n\n\u201cSo it was \u2014 I noticed it. Well, it does beat all that I never thought about a dog not eating watermelon. It shows how a body can see and don\u2019t see at the same time.\u201d\n\n\u201cWell, the nigger unlocked the padlock when he went in, and he locked it again when he came out. He fetched uncle a key about the time we got up from table \u2014 same key, I bet. Watermelon shows man, lock shows prisoner; and it ain\u2019t likely there\u2019s two prisoners on such a little plantation, and where the people\u2019s all so kind and good. Jim\u2019s the prisoner. All right \u2014 I\u2019m glad we found it out detective fashion; I wouldn\u2019t give shucks for any other way. Now you work your mind, and study out a plan to steal Jim, and I will study out one, too; and we\u2019ll take the one we like the best.\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {}, "audio_path": "wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_34_twain_64kb_2.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cFor a dog.\u201d", "start_byte": 455059, "end_byte": 455071, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 52.264998779296874, "cut_end_time": 53.660123779296875, "narration": {"text": "I never said nothing, because I warn\u2019t expecting nothing different; but I knowed mighty well that whenever he got his plan ready it wouldn\u2019t have none of them objections to it.", "cut_start_time": 184.85499389648436, "cut_end_time": 194.84011889648437, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_34_twain_64kb_3.flac"}, "context": "CHAPTER XXXIV.\n\nWe stopped talking, and got to thinking. By-and-by Tom says:\n\n\u201cLooky here, Huck, what fools we are to not think of it before! I bet I know where Jim is.\u201d\n\n\u201cNo! Where?\u201d\n\n\u201cIn that hut down by the ash-hopper. Why, looky here. When we was at dinner, didn\u2019t you see a nigger man go in there with some vittles?\u201d\n\n\u201cYes.\u201d\n\n\u201cWhat did you think the vittles was for?\u201d\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cFor a dog.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\n\u201cSo\u2019d I. Well, it wasn\u2019t for a dog.\u201d\n\n\u201cWhy?\u201d\n\n\u201cBecause part of it was watermelon.\u201d\n\n\u201cSo it was \u2014 I noticed it. Well, it does beat all that I never thought about a dog not eating watermelon. It shows how a body can see and don\u2019t see at the same time.\u201d\n\n\u201cWell, the nigger unlocked the padlock when he went in, and he locked it again when he came out. He fetched uncle a key about the time we got up from table \u2014 same key, I bet. Watermelon shows man, lock shows prisoner; and it ain\u2019t likely there\u2019s two prisoners on such a little plantation, and where the people\u2019s all so kind and good. Jim\u2019s the prisoner. All right \u2014 I\u2019m glad we found it out detective fashion; I wouldn\u2019t give shucks for any other way. Now you work your mind, and study out a plan to steal Jim, and I will study out one, too; and we\u2019ll take the one we like the best.\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {}, "audio_path": "wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_34_twain_64kb_3.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cSo\u2019d I. Well, it wasn\u2019t for a dog.\u201d", "start_byte": 455073, "end_byte": 455109, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 53.88500030517578, "cut_end_time": 57.12000030517578, "narration": {"text": "I never said nothing, because I warn\u2019t expecting nothing different; but I knowed mighty well that whenever he got his plan ready it wouldn\u2019t have none of them objections to it.", "cut_start_time": 184.85499389648436, "cut_end_time": 194.84011889648437, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_34_twain_64kb_4.flac"}, "context": "We stopped talking, and got to thinking. By-and-by Tom says:\n\n\u201cLooky here, Huck, what fools we are to not think of it before! I bet I know where Jim is.\u201d\n\n\u201cNo! Where?\u201d\n\n\u201cIn that hut down by the ash-hopper. Why, looky here. When we was at dinner, didn\u2019t you see a nigger man go in there with some vittles?\u201d\n\n\u201cYes.\u201d\n\n\u201cWhat did you think the vittles was for?\u201d\n\n\u201cFor a dog.\u201d\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cSo\u2019d I. Well, it wasn\u2019t for a dog.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\n\u201cWhy?\u201d\n\n\u201cBecause part of it was watermelon.\u201d\n\n\u201cSo it was \u2014 I noticed it. Well, it does beat all that I never thought about a dog not eating watermelon. It shows how a body can see and don\u2019t see at the same time.\u201d\n\n\u201cWell, the nigger unlocked the padlock when he went in, and he locked it again when he came out. He fetched uncle a key about the time we got up from table \u2014 same key, I bet. Watermelon shows man, lock shows prisoner; and it ain\u2019t likely there\u2019s two prisoners on such a little plantation, and where the people\u2019s all so kind and good. Jim\u2019s the prisoner. All right \u2014 I\u2019m glad we found it out detective fashion; I wouldn\u2019t give shucks for any other way. Now you work your mind, and study out a plan to steal Jim, and I will study out one, too; and we\u2019ll take the one we like the best.\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {}, "audio_path": "wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_34_twain_64kb_4.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cWhy?\u201d", "start_byte": 455111, "end_byte": 455117, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 57.154999847412114, "cut_end_time": 58.21006234741211, "narration": {"text": "I never said nothing, because I warn\u2019t expecting nothing different; but I knowed mighty well that whenever he got his plan ready it wouldn\u2019t have none of them objections to it.", "cut_start_time": 184.85499389648436, "cut_end_time": 194.84011889648437, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_34_twain_64kb_5.flac"}, "context": "\u201cLooky here, Huck, what fools we are to not think of it before! I bet I know where Jim is.\u201d\n\n\u201cNo! Where?\u201d\n\n\u201cIn that hut down by the ash-hopper. Why, looky here. When we was at dinner, didn\u2019t you see a nigger man go in there with some vittles?\u201d\n\n\u201cYes.\u201d\n\n\u201cWhat did you think the vittles was for?\u201d\n\n\u201cFor a dog.\u201d\n\n\u201cSo\u2019d I. Well, it wasn\u2019t for a dog.\u201d\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cWhy?\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\n\u201cBecause part of it was watermelon.\u201d\n\n\u201cSo it was \u2014 I noticed it. Well, it does beat all that I never thought about a dog not eating watermelon. It shows how a body can see and don\u2019t see at the same time.\u201d\n\n\u201cWell, the nigger unlocked the padlock when he went in, and he locked it again when he came out. He fetched uncle a key about the time we got up from table \u2014 same key, I bet. Watermelon shows man, lock shows prisoner; and it ain\u2019t likely there\u2019s two prisoners on such a little plantation, and where the people\u2019s all so kind and good. Jim\u2019s the prisoner. All right \u2014 I\u2019m glad we found it out detective fashion; I wouldn\u2019t give shucks for any other way. Now you work your mind, and study out a plan to steal Jim, and I will study out one, too; and we\u2019ll take the one we like the best.\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {}, "audio_path": "wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_34_twain_64kb_5.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cBecause part of it was watermelon.\u201d", "start_byte": 455119, "end_byte": 455155, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 58.144998931884764, "cut_end_time": 60.95012393188477, "narration": {"text": "I never said nothing, because I warn\u2019t expecting nothing different; but I knowed mighty well that whenever he got his plan ready it wouldn\u2019t have none of them objections to it.", "cut_start_time": 184.85499389648436, "cut_end_time": 194.84011889648437, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_34_twain_64kb_6.flac"}, "context": "\u201cLooky here, Huck, what fools we are to not think of it before! I bet I know where Jim is.\u201d\n\n\u201cNo! Where?\u201d\n\n\u201cIn that hut down by the ash-hopper. Why, looky here. When we was at dinner, didn\u2019t you see a nigger man go in there with some vittles?\u201d\n\n\u201cYes.\u201d\n\n\u201cWhat did you think the vittles was for?\u201d\n\n\u201cFor a dog.\u201d\n\n\u201cSo\u2019d I. Well, it wasn\u2019t for a dog.\u201d\n\n\u201cWhy?\u201d\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cBecause part of it was watermelon.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\n\u201cSo it was \u2014 I noticed it. Well, it does beat all that I never thought about a dog not eating watermelon. It shows how a body can see and don\u2019t see at the same time.\u201d\n\n\u201cWell, the nigger unlocked the padlock when he went in, and he locked it again when he came out. He fetched uncle a key about the time we got up from table \u2014 same key, I bet. Watermelon shows man, lock shows prisoner; and it ain\u2019t likely there\u2019s two prisoners on such a little plantation, and where the people\u2019s all so kind and good. Jim\u2019s the prisoner. All right \u2014 I\u2019m glad we found it out detective fashion; I wouldn\u2019t give shucks for any other way. Now you work your mind, and study out a plan to steal Jim, and I will study out one, too; and we\u2019ll take the one we like the best.\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {}, "audio_path": "wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_34_twain_64kb_6.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cSo it was \u2014 I noticed it. Well, it does beat all that I never thought about a dog not eating watermelon. It shows how a body can see and don\u2019t see at the same time.\u201d", "start_byte": 455157, "end_byte": 455323, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 61.535001831054686, "cut_end_time": 73.02000183105469, "narration": {"text": "I never said nothing, because I warn\u2019t expecting nothing different; but I knowed mighty well that whenever he got his plan ready it wouldn\u2019t have none of them objections to it.", "cut_start_time": 184.85499389648436, "cut_end_time": 194.84011889648437, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_34_twain_64kb_7.flac"}, "context": "\u201cLooky here, Huck, what fools we are to not think of it before! I bet I know where Jim is.\u201d\n\n\u201cNo! Where?\u201d\n\n\u201cIn that hut down by the ash-hopper. Why, looky here. When we was at dinner, didn\u2019t you see a nigger man go in there with some vittles?\u201d\n\n\u201cYes.\u201d\n\n\u201cWhat did you think the vittles was for?\u201d\n\n\u201cFor a dog.\u201d\n\n\u201cSo\u2019d I. Well, it wasn\u2019t for a dog.\u201d\n\n\u201cWhy?\u201d\n\n\u201cBecause part of it was watermelon.\u201d\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cSo it was \u2014 I noticed it. Well, it does beat all that I never thought about a dog not eating watermelon. It shows how a body can see and don\u2019t see at the same time.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\n\u201cWell, the nigger unlocked the padlock when he went in, and he locked it again when he came out. He fetched uncle a key about the time we got up from table \u2014 same key, I bet. Watermelon shows man, lock shows prisoner; and it ain\u2019t likely there\u2019s two prisoners on such a little plantation, and where the people\u2019s all so kind and good. Jim\u2019s the prisoner. All right \u2014 I\u2019m glad we found it out detective fashion; I wouldn\u2019t give shucks for any other way. Now you work your mind, and study out a plan to steal Jim, and I will study out one, too; and we\u2019ll take the one we like the best.\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {}, "audio_path": "wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_34_twain_64kb_7.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cAll right \u2014 bring it out.\u201d", "start_byte": 456268, "end_byte": 456295, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 137.94499450683594, "cut_end_time": 139.34011950683592, "narration": {"text": "I never said nothing, because I warn\u2019t expecting nothing different; but I knowed mighty well that whenever he got his plan ready it wouldn\u2019t have none of them objections to it.", "cut_start_time": 184.85499389648436, "cut_end_time": 194.84011889648437, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_34_twain_64kb_8.flac"}, "context": "\u201cWell, the nigger unlocked the padlock when he went in, and he locked it again when he came out. He fetched uncle a key about the time we got up from table \u2014 same key, I bet. Watermelon shows man, lock shows prisoner; and it ain\u2019t likely there\u2019s two prisoners on such a little plantation, and where the people\u2019s all so kind and good. Jim\u2019s the prisoner. All right \u2014 I\u2019m glad we found it out detective fashion; I wouldn\u2019t give shucks for any other way. Now you work your mind, and study out a plan to steal Jim, and I will study out one, too; and we\u2019ll take the one we like the best.\u201d\n\nWhat a head for just a boy to have! If I had Tom Sawyer\u2019s head I wouldn\u2019t trade it off to be a duke, nor mate of a steamboat, nor clown in a circus, nor nothing I can think of. I went to thinking out a plan, but only just to be doing something; I knowed very well where the right plan was going to come from. Pretty soon Tom says:\n\n\u201cReady?\u201d\n\n\u201cYes,\u201d I says.\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cAll right \u2014 bring it out.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\n\u201cMy plan is this,\u201d I says. \u201cWe can easy find out if it\u2019s Jim in there. Then get up my canoe to-morrow night, and fetch my raft over from the island. Then the first dark night that comes steal the key out of the old man\u2019s britches after he goes to bed, and shove off down the river on the raft with Jim, hiding daytimes and running nights, the way me and Jim used to do before. Wouldn\u2019t that plan work?\u201d\n\n\u201cWork? Why, cert\u2019nly it would work, like rats a-fighting. But it\u2019s too blame\u2019 simple; there ain\u2019t nothing to it. What\u2019s the good of a plan that ain\u2019t no more trouble than that? It\u2019s as mild as goose-milk. Why, Huck, it wouldn\u2019t make no more talk than breaking into a soap factory.\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {}, "audio_path": "wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_34_twain_64kb_8.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cMy plan is this,", "start_byte": 456297, "end_byte": 456314, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 140.06500122070312, "cut_end_time": 141.1400012207031, "narration": {"text": "I never said nothing, because I warn\u2019t expecting nothing different; but I knowed mighty well that whenever he got his plan ready it wouldn\u2019t have none of them objections to it.", "cut_start_time": 184.85499389648436, "cut_end_time": 194.84011889648437, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_34_twain_64kb_9.flac"}, "context": "\u201cWell, the nigger unlocked the padlock when he went in, and he locked it again when he came out. He fetched uncle a key about the time we got up from table \u2014 same key, I bet. Watermelon shows man, lock shows prisoner; and it ain\u2019t likely there\u2019s two prisoners on such a little plantation, and where the people\u2019s all so kind and good. Jim\u2019s the prisoner. All right \u2014 I\u2019m glad we found it out detective fashion; I wouldn\u2019t give shucks for any other way. Now you work your mind, and study out a plan to steal Jim, and I will study out one, too; and we\u2019ll take the one we like the best.\u201d\n\nWhat a head for just a boy to have! If I had Tom Sawyer\u2019s head I wouldn\u2019t trade it off to be a duke, nor mate of a steamboat, nor clown in a circus, nor nothing I can think of. I went to thinking out a plan, but only just to be doing something; I knowed very well where the right plan was going to come from. Pretty soon Tom says:\n\n\u201cReady?\u201d\n\n\u201cYes,\u201d I says.\n\n\u201cAll right \u2014 bring it out.\u201d\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cMy plan is this,\u201d<|quote_end|> I says. \u201cWe can easy find out if it\u2019s Jim in there. Then get up my canoe to-morrow night, and fetch my raft over from the island. Then the first dark night that comes steal the key out of the old man\u2019s britches after he goes to bed, and shove off down the river on the raft with Jim, hiding daytimes and running nights, the way me and Jim used to do before. Wouldn\u2019t that plan work?\u201d\n\n\u201cWork? Why, cert\u2019nly it would work, like rats a-fighting. But it\u2019s too blame\u2019 simple; there ain\u2019t nothing to it. What\u2019s the good of a plan that ain\u2019t no more trouble than that? It\u2019s as mild as goose-milk. Why, Huck, it wouldn\u2019t make no more talk than breaking into a soap factory.\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {"says": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_34_twain_64kb_9.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cWork? Why, cert\u2019nly it would work, like rats a-fighting. But it\u2019s too blame\u2019 simple; there ain\u2019t nothing to it. What\u2019s the good of a plan that ain\u2019t no more trouble than that? It\u2019s as mild as goose-milk. Why, Huck, it wouldn\u2019t make no more talk than breaking into a soap factory.\u201d", "start_byte": 456701, "end_byte": 456982, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 165.69499938964844, "cut_end_time": 184.10006188964843, "narration": {"text": "I never said nothing, because I warn\u2019t expecting nothing different; but I knowed mighty well that whenever he got his plan ready it wouldn\u2019t have none of them objections to it.", "cut_start_time": 184.85499389648436, "cut_end_time": 194.84011889648437, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_34_twain_64kb_10.flac"}, "context": "\u201cMy plan is this,\u201d I says. \u201cWe can easy find out if it\u2019s Jim in there. Then get up my canoe to-morrow night, and fetch my raft over from the island. Then the first dark night that comes steal the key out of the old man\u2019s britches after he goes to bed, and shove off down the river on the raft with Jim, hiding daytimes and running nights, the way me and Jim used to do before. Wouldn\u2019t that plan work?\u201d\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cWork? Why, cert\u2019nly it would work, like rats a-fighting. But it\u2019s too blame\u2019 simple; there ain\u2019t nothing to it. What\u2019s the good of a plan that ain\u2019t no more trouble than that? It\u2019s as mild as goose-milk. Why, Huck, it wouldn\u2019t make no more talk than breaking into a soap factory.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\nI never said nothing, because I warn\u2019t expecting nothing different; but I knowed mighty well that whenever he got his plan ready it wouldn\u2019t have none of them objections to it.\n\nAnd it didn\u2019t. He told me what it was, and I see in a minute it was worth fifteen of mine for style, and would make Jim just as free a man as mine would, and maybe get us all killed besides. So I was satisfied, and said we would waltz in on it. I needn\u2019t tell what it was here, because I knowed it wouldn\u2019t stay the way, it was. I knowed he would be changing it around every which way as we went along, and heaving in new bullinesses wherever he got a chance. And that is what he done.", "narrative_information_pred": {"says": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_34_twain_64kb_10.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cDon\u2019t you reckon I know what I\u2019m about? Don\u2019t I generly know what I\u2019m about?\u201d", "start_byte": 458481, "end_byte": 458559, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 277.44498657226563, "cut_end_time": 281.78011157226564, "narration": {"text": "I never said nothing, because I warn\u2019t expecting nothing different; but I knowed mighty well that whenever he got his plan ready it wouldn\u2019t have none of them objections to it.", "cut_start_time": 184.85499389648436, "cut_end_time": 194.84011889648437, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_34_twain_64kb_11.flac"}, "context": "Well, one thing was dead sure, and that was that Tom Sawyer was in earnest, and was actuly going to help steal that nigger out of slavery. That was the thing that was too many for me. 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It\u2019ll take about a week!\u201d", "start_byte": 460912, "end_byte": 460978, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 429.08500488281254, "cut_end_time": 433.3100673828125, "narration": {"text": "I never said nothing, because I warn\u2019t expecting nothing different; but I knowed mighty well that whenever he got his plan ready it wouldn\u2019t have none of them objections to it.", "cut_start_time": 184.85499389648436, "cut_end_time": 194.84011889648437, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_34_twain_64kb_20.flac"}, "context": "Betwixt the hut and the fence, on the back side, was a lean-to that joined the hut at the eaves, and was made out of plank. It was as long as the hut, but narrow \u2014 only about six foot wide. The door to it was at the south end, and was padlocked. Tom he went to the soap-kettle and searched around, and fetched back the iron thing they lift the lid with; so he took it and prized out one of the staples. 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I didn\u2019t know nothing to do; and if I had I couldn\u2019t a done it, because that nigger busted in and says:\n\n\u201cWhy, de gracious sakes! do he know you genlmen?\u201d\n\nWe could see pretty well now. Tom he looked at the nigger, steady and kind of wondering, and says:\n\n\u201cDoes who know us?\u201d\n\n\u201cWhy, dis-yer runaway nigger.\u201d\n\n\u201cI don\u2019t reckon he does; but what put that into your head?\u201d\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cWhat put it dar? Didn\u2019 he jis\u2019 dis minute sing out like he knowed you?\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\nTom says, in a puzzled-up kind of way:\n\n\u201cWell, that\u2019s mighty curious. Who sung out? 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Tom he looked at the nigger, steady and kind of wondering, and says:", "cut_start_time": 576.225009765625, "cut_end_time": 581.580009765625, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_34_twain_64kb_32.flac"}, "context": "We could see pretty well now. Tom he looked at the nigger, steady and kind of wondering, and says:\n\n\u201cDoes who know us?\u201d\n\n\u201cWhy, dis-yer runaway nigger.\u201d\n\n\u201cI don\u2019t reckon he does; but what put that into your head?\u201d\n\n\u201cWhat put it dar? Didn\u2019 he jis\u2019 dis minute sing out like he knowed you?\u201d\n\nTom says, in a puzzled-up kind of way:\n\n\u201cWell, that\u2019s mighty curious. Who sung out? 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Dey\u2019s awluz at it, sah, en dey do mos\u2019 kill me, dey sk\u2019yers me so. Please to don\u2019t tell nobody \u2019bout it sah, er ole Mars Silas he\u2019ll scole me; \u2019kase he say dey ain\u2019t no witches. I jis\u2019 wish to goodness he was heah now \u2014 den what would he say! I jis\u2019 bet he couldn\u2019 fine no way to git aroun\u2019 it dis time. But it\u2019s awluz jis\u2019 so; people dat\u2019s sot, stays sot; dey won\u2019t look into noth\u2019n\u2019en fine it out f\u2019r deyselves, en when you fine it out en tell um \u2019bout it, dey doan\u2019 b\u2019lieve you.\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {"says": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_34_twain_64kb_34.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cI hain\u2019t said nothing, sah.\u201d", "start_byte": 463953, "end_byte": 463982, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 627.5749853515625, "cut_end_time": 628.9901103515625, "narration": {"text": "So Tom turns to the nigger, which was looking wild and distressed, and says, kind of severe:", "cut_start_time": 637.9350219726563, "cut_end_time": 643.5100844726562, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_34_twain_64kb_35.flac"}, "context": "\u201cWell, that\u2019s mighty curious. Who sung out? When did he sing out? what did he sing out?\u201d And turns to me, perfectly ca\u2019m, and says, \u201cDid you hear anybody sing out?\u201d\n\nOf course there warn\u2019t nothing to be said but the one thing; so I says:\n\n\u201cNo; I ain\u2019t heard nobody say nothing.\u201d\n\nThen he turns to Jim, and looks him over like he never see him before, and says:\n\n\u201cDid you sing out?\u201d\n\n\u201cNo, sah,\u201d says Jim; <|quote_start|>\u201cI hain\u2019t said nothing, sah.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\n\u201cNot a word?\u201d\n\n\u201cNo, sah, I hain\u2019t said a word.\u201d\n\n\u201cDid you ever see us before?\u201d\n\n\u201cNo, sah; not as I knows on.\u201d\n\nSo Tom turns to the nigger, which was looking wild and distressed, and says, kind of severe:\n\n\u201cWhat do you reckon\u2019s the matter with you, anyway? What made you think somebody sung out?\u201d\n\n\u201cOh, it\u2019s de dad-blame\u2019 witches, sah, en I wisht I was dead, I do. Dey\u2019s awluz at it, sah, en dey do mos\u2019 kill me, dey sk\u2019yers me so. Please to don\u2019t tell nobody \u2019bout it sah, er ole Mars Silas he\u2019ll scole me; \u2019kase he say dey ain\u2019t no witches. I jis\u2019 wish to goodness he was heah now \u2014 den what would he say! I jis\u2019 bet he couldn\u2019 fine no way to git aroun\u2019 it dis time. 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When did he sing out? what did he sing out?\u201d And turns to me, perfectly ca\u2019m, and says, \u201cDid you hear anybody sing out?\u201d\n\nOf course there warn\u2019t nothing to be said but the one thing; so I says:\n\n\u201cNo; I ain\u2019t heard nobody say nothing.\u201d\n\nThen he turns to Jim, and looks him over like he never see him before, and says:\n\n\u201cDid you sing out?\u201d\n\n\u201cNo, sah,\u201d says Jim; \u201cI hain\u2019t said nothing, sah.\u201d\n\n\u201cNot a word?\u201d\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cNo, sah, I hain\u2019t said a word.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\n\u201cDid you ever see us before?\u201d\n\n\u201cNo, sah; not as I knows on.\u201d\n\nSo Tom turns to the nigger, which was looking wild and distressed, and says, kind of severe:\n\n\u201cWhat do you reckon\u2019s the matter with you, anyway? What made you think somebody sung out?\u201d\n\n\u201cOh, it\u2019s de dad-blame\u2019 witches, sah, en I wisht I was dead, I do. Dey\u2019s awluz at it, sah, en dey do mos\u2019 kill me, dey sk\u2019yers me so. Please to don\u2019t tell nobody \u2019bout it sah, er ole Mars Silas he\u2019ll scole me; \u2019kase he say dey ain\u2019t no witches. I jis\u2019 wish to goodness he was heah now \u2014 den what would he say! I jis\u2019 bet he couldn\u2019 fine no way to git aroun\u2019 it dis time. But it\u2019s awluz jis\u2019 so; people dat\u2019s sot, stays sot; dey won\u2019t look into noth\u2019n\u2019en fine it out f\u2019r deyselves, en when you fine it out en tell um \u2019bout it, dey doan\u2019 b\u2019lieve you.\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {}, "audio_path": "wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_34_twain_64kb_36.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cDid you ever see us before?\u201d", "start_byte": 464033, "end_byte": 464062, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 633.1149780273438, "cut_end_time": 635.1800405273437, "narration": {"text": "So Tom turns to the nigger, which was looking wild and distressed, and says, kind of severe:", "cut_start_time": 637.9350219726563, "cut_end_time": 643.5100844726562, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_34_twain_64kb_37.flac"}, "context": "\u201d And turns to me, perfectly ca\u2019m, and says, \u201cDid you hear anybody sing out?\u201d\n\nOf course there warn\u2019t nothing to be said but the one thing; so I says:\n\n\u201cNo; I ain\u2019t heard nobody say nothing.\u201d\n\nThen he turns to Jim, and looks him over like he never see him before, and says:\n\n\u201cDid you sing out?\u201d\n\n\u201cNo, sah,\u201d says Jim; \u201cI hain\u2019t said nothing, sah.\u201d\n\n\u201cNot a word?\u201d\n\n\u201cNo, sah, I hain\u2019t said a word.\u201d\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cDid you ever see us before?\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\n\u201cNo, sah; not as I knows on.\u201d\n\nSo Tom turns to the nigger, which was looking wild and distressed, and says, kind of severe:\n\n\u201cWhat do you reckon\u2019s the matter with you, anyway? What made you think somebody sung out?\u201d\n\n\u201cOh, it\u2019s de dad-blame\u2019 witches, sah, en I wisht I was dead, I do. Dey\u2019s awluz at it, sah, en dey do mos\u2019 kill me, dey sk\u2019yers me so. Please to don\u2019t tell nobody \u2019bout it sah, er ole Mars Silas he\u2019ll scole me; \u2019kase he say dey ain\u2019t no witches. I jis\u2019 wish to goodness he was heah now \u2014 den what would he say! I jis\u2019 bet he couldn\u2019 fine no way to git aroun\u2019 it dis time. But it\u2019s awluz jis\u2019 so; people dat\u2019s sot, stays sot; dey won\u2019t look into noth\u2019n\u2019en fine it out f\u2019r deyselves, en when you fine it out en tell um \u2019bout it, dey doan\u2019 b\u2019lieve you.\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {}, "audio_path": "wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_34_twain_64kb_37.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cNo, sah; not as I knows on.\u201d", "start_byte": 464064, "end_byte": 464093, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 635.454990234375, "cut_end_time": 638.020115234375, "narration": {"text": "So Tom turns to the nigger, which was looking wild and distressed, and says, kind of severe:", "cut_start_time": 637.9350219726563, "cut_end_time": 643.5100844726562, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_34_twain_64kb_38.flac"}, "context": "\u201cDid you hear anybody sing out?\u201d\n\nOf course there warn\u2019t nothing to be said but the one thing; so I says:\n\n\u201cNo; I ain\u2019t heard nobody say nothing.\u201d\n\nThen he turns to Jim, and looks him over like he never see him before, and says:\n\n\u201cDid you sing out?\u201d\n\n\u201cNo, sah,\u201d says Jim; \u201cI hain\u2019t said nothing, sah.\u201d\n\n\u201cNot a word?\u201d\n\n\u201cNo, sah, I hain\u2019t said a word.\u201d\n\n\u201cDid you ever see us before?\u201d\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cNo, sah; not as I knows on.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\nSo Tom turns to the nigger, which was looking wild and distressed, and says, kind of severe:\n\n\u201cWhat do you reckon\u2019s the matter with you, anyway? What made you think somebody sung out?\u201d\n\n\u201cOh, it\u2019s de dad-blame\u2019 witches, sah, en I wisht I was dead, I do. Dey\u2019s awluz at it, sah, en dey do mos\u2019 kill me, dey sk\u2019yers me so. Please to don\u2019t tell nobody \u2019bout it sah, er ole Mars Silas he\u2019ll scole me; \u2019kase he say dey ain\u2019t no witches. I jis\u2019 wish to goodness he was heah now \u2014 den what would he say! I jis\u2019 bet he couldn\u2019 fine no way to git aroun\u2019 it dis time. But it\u2019s awluz jis\u2019 so; people dat\u2019s sot, stays sot; dey won\u2019t look into noth\u2019n\u2019en fine it out f\u2019r deyselves, en when you fine it out en tell um \u2019bout it, dey doan\u2019 b\u2019lieve you.\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {}, "audio_path": "wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_34_twain_64kb_38.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cWhat do you reckon\u2019s the matter with you, anyway? 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But it\u2019s awluz jis\u2019 so; people dat\u2019s sot, stays sot; dey won\u2019t look into noth\u2019n\u2019en fine it out f\u2019r deyselves, en when you fine it out en tell um \u2019bout it, dey doan\u2019 b\u2019lieve you.\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {"says": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}, "severe": {"id": "0", "type": "adjective", "confidence": 9}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_34_twain_64kb_39.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cI wonder if Uncle Silas is going to hang this nigger. 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I jis\u2019 bet he couldn\u2019 fine no way to git aroun\u2019 it dis time. But it\u2019s awluz jis\u2019 so; people dat\u2019s sot, stays sot; dey won\u2019t look into noth\u2019n\u2019en fine it out f\u2019r deyselves, en when you fine it out en tell um \u2019bout it, dey doan\u2019 b\u2019lieve you.\u201d\n\nTom give him a dime, and said we wouldn\u2019t tell nobody; and told him to buy some more thread to tie up his wool with; and then looks at Jim, and says:\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cI wonder if Uncle Silas is going to hang this nigger. If I was to catch a nigger that was ungrateful enough to run away, I wouldn\u2019t give him up, I\u2019d hang him.\u201d<|quote_end|> And whilst the nigger stepped to the door to look at the dime and bite it to see if it was good, he whispers to Jim and says:\n\n\u201cDon\u2019t ever let on to know us. And if you hear any digging going on nights, it\u2019s us; we\u2019re going to set you free.\u201d\n\nJim only had time to grab us by the hand and squeeze it; then the nigger come back, and we said we\u2019d come again some time if the nigger wanted us to; and he said he would, more particular if it was dark, because the witches went for him mostly in the dark, and it was good to have folks around then.", "narrative_information_pred": {"says": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}, "whispers": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_34_twain_64kb_40.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cDon\u2019t ever let on to know us. 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test/2447/2033/thousand_nights_vol02_18_burton_64kb.json

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+{"text_src": "2447/clean_text.txt", "librivox_src": "2033/book_1001_nights2_0908_librivox_64kb_mp3/thousand_nights_vol02_18_burton_64kb.flac", "speaker_id": "2033", "quotations": [{"text": "\"It remaineth for me only that I yield me to negro slaves, after having refused Kings and Braves!", "start_byte": 267282, "end_byte": 267379, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 39.82499954223633, "cut_end_time": 46.98012454223633, "narration": {"text": "When Abrizah heard these words, she wept with sore weeping and said to him,", "cut_start_time": 197.62499328613282, "cut_end_time": 202.8901182861328, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_18_burton_64kb_0.flac"}, "context": "\" whereupon Marjanah fared forth and said to the slave, 'O Ghazban, Allah prosper thee, so thou fall in with what my lady saith to thee!\" Then she took him by the hand and brought him to the Princess, whose hands he kissed, but as she beheld him, her heart took fright at him. \"However,\" she said to herself, \"of a truth, Need giveth the law;\" and she approached to speak with him, yet her heart started away from him. Presently she said, \"O Ghazban, say me, wilt thou help me against the perfidies of Fortune and conceal my secret if I discover it to thee?\" When the slave saw her, his heart was taken by storm and he fell in love with her forthright and could not but reply; \"O my mistress, whatsoever thou biddest me do, I will not depart therefrom.\" Quoth she, \"I would have thee take me at this hour and take this my handmaid and saddle us two camels and two of the King's horses and set on each horse a saddle-bag of goods and somewhat of provaunt, and go with us to our own country; where, if thou desire to abide with us, I will marry thee to her thou shalt choose of my handmaidens; or, if thou prefer return to thine own land, we will marry thee and give thee whatso thou desirest after thou hast taken of money what shall satisfy thee.\" When Al-Ghazban, heard this, he rejoiced with great joy and replied, \"O my lady, I will serve both of you with mine eyes and will go at once and saddle the horses.\" Then he went away gladsome and saying to himself, \"I shall get my will of them; and if they will not yield to me, I will kill them both and take their riches.\" But he kept this his intent to himself, and presently returned with two camels and three head of horses, one of which he rode, and Princess Abrizah made Marjanah mount the second, she mounting the third, albeit she was in labour-pains and possessed not her soul for anguish. And the slave ceased not travelling with them night and day through the passes of the mountains, till there remained but a single march between them; and their own country; when the travail pangs came upon Abrizah and she could no longer resist; so she said to Al-Ghazban, \"Set me down, for the pains of labour are upon me;\" and cried to Marjanah, \"Do thou alight and sit by me and deliver me.\" Then Marjanah dismounted from her horse, and Al-Ghazban did in like sort, and they made fast the bridles and helped the Princess to dismount, for she was aswoon from excess of anguish. When Al-Ghazban saw her on the ground, Satan entered into him and he drew his falchion and brandishing it in her face, said \"O my lady, vouchsafe me thy favours.\" Hearing these words she turned to him and said, \"It remaineth for me only that I yield me to negro slaves, after having refused Kings and Braves!\" \u2014 And Shahrazad perceived the dawn of day and ceased to say her permitted say.\n\nWhen it was the Fifty-second Night,\n\nShe said, It hath reached me, O auspicious King, that Princess Abrizah said to the black slave Al-Ghazban, <|quote_start|>\"It remaineth for me only that I yield me to negro slaves, after having refused Kings and Braves!\"<|quote_end|> And she was wroth with him and cried, \"Woe to thee! what words are these thou sayest? Out on thee, and talk not thus in my presence and know that I will never consent to what thou sayest, though I drink the cup of death. Wait till I have cast my burden and am delivered of the after-birth, and then, if thou be able thereto, do with me as thou wilt; but, an thou leave not lewd talk at this time, assuredly I will slay myself with my own hand and quit the world and be at peace from all this", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_18_burton_64kb_0.flac"}, {"text": "\"Woe to thee, O Ghazban! How dareth the like of thee to address me such demand, O base-born and obscene-bred? Dost thou deem all folk are alike?", "start_byte": 269253, "end_byte": 269397, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 203.41500549316405, "cut_end_time": 215.93000549316406, "narration": {"text": "When Abrizah heard these words, she wept with sore weeping and said to him,", "cut_start_time": 197.62499328613282, "cut_end_time": 202.8901182861328, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_18_burton_64kb_1.flac"}, "context": "\"Ho thou, Abrizah, mercy! leave me not for I * Of thy love and Yam\u00e1ni[FN#225] glance the victim lie My heart is cut to pieces by thy cruelty, * My body wasted and my patience done to die: From glances ravishing all hearts with witchery * Reason far flies, the while desire to thee draws nigh; Though at thy call should armies fill the face of earth * E'en now I'd win my wish and worlds in arms defy!\"\n\nWhen Abrizah heard these words, she wept with sore weeping and said to him, <|quote_start|>\"Woe to thee, O Ghazban! How dareth the like of thee to address me such demand, O base-born and obscene-bred? Dost thou deem all folk are alike?\"<|quote_end|> When the vile slave heard this from her, he waxt more enraged and his eyes grew redder: and he came up to her and smiting her with the sword on her neck wounded her to the death. Then he drove her horse before him with the treasure and made off with himself to the mountains. Such was the case with Al-Ghazban; but as regards Abrizah, she gave birth to a son, like the moon, and Marjanah took the babe and did him the necessary offices and laid him by his mother's side; and lo and behold! the child fastened to its mother's breast and she dying.[FN#226] When Marjanah saw this, she cried out with a grievous cry and rent her raiment and cast dust on her head and buffeted her cheeks till blood flowed, saying,", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_18_burton_64kb_1.flac"}, {"text": "\"Alas, my mistress! Alas, the pity of it! Thou art dead by the hand of a worthless black slave, after all thy knightly prowess!", "start_byte": 270110, "end_byte": 270237, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 277.09500976562504, "cut_end_time": 287.230009765625, "narration": {"text": "When Abrizah heard these words, she wept with sore weeping and said to him,", "cut_start_time": 197.62499328613282, "cut_end_time": 202.8901182861328, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_18_burton_64kb_2.flac"}, "context": "\" When the vile slave heard this from her, he waxt more enraged and his eyes grew redder: and he came up to her and smiting her with the sword on her neck wounded her to the death. Then he drove her horse before him with the treasure and made off with himself to the mountains. Such was the case with Al-Ghazban; but as regards Abrizah, she gave birth to a son, like the moon, and Marjanah took the babe and did him the necessary offices and laid him by his mother's side; and lo and behold! the child fastened to its mother's breast and she dying.[FN#226] When Marjanah saw this, she cried out with a grievous cry and rent her raiment and cast dust on her head and buffeted her cheeks till blood flowed, saying, <|quote_start|>\"Alas, my mistress! Alas, the pity of it! Thou art dead by the hand of a worthless black slave, after all thy knightly prowess!\"<|quote_end|> And she ceased not weeping when suddenly a great cloud of dust arose and walled the horizon;[FN#227] but, after awhile, it lifted and discovered a numerous conquering host. Now this was the army of King Hardub, Princess Abrizah's father, and the cause of his coming was that when he heard of his daughter and her handmaids having fled to Baghdad, and that they were with King Omar bin al- Nu'uman, he had come forth, leading those with him, to seek tidings of her from travellers who might have seen her with the King. When he had gone a single day's march from his capital, he espied three horse men afar off and made towards them, intending to ask whence they came and seek news of his daughter. Now these three whom he saw at a distance were his daughter and Marjanah and the slave Al- Ghazban; and he made for them to push enquiry. Seeing this the villain blackamoor feared for himself; so he killed Abrizah and fled for his life. When they came up, King Hardub saw his daughter lying dead and Marjanah weeping over her, and he threw himself from his steed and fell fainting to the ground. All the riders of his company, the Emirs and Wazirs, took foot and forthright pitched their tents on the mountain and set up for the King a great pavilion, domed and circular, without which stood the grandees of the realm. When Marjanah saw her master, she at once recognized him and her tears redoubled; and, when he came to himself, he questioned her and she told him all that had passed and said, \"Of a truth he that hath slain thy daughter is a black slave belonging to King Omar bin al-Nu'uman, and she informed him how Sharrkan's father had dealt with the Princess. When King Hardub heard this, the world grew black in his sight and he wept with sore weeping. Then he called for a litter and, therein laying his dead daughter, returned to C\u00e6sarea and carried her into the palace, where he went in to his mother, Zat al-Dawahi, and said to that Lady of Calamities, \"Shall the Moslems deal thus with my girl? Verily King Omar bin al-Nu'uman despoiled her of her honour by force, and after this, one of his black slaves slew her. By the truth of the Messiah, I will assuredly take blood-revenge for my daughter and clear away from mine honour the stain of shame; else will I kill myself with mine own hand!\" And he wept passing sore. Quoth his mother, \"None other than Marjanah killed thy daughter, for she hated her in secret;\" and she continued to her son, \"Fret not for taking the blood-wit of thy daughter, for, by the truth of the Messiah, I will not turn back from King Omar bin al-Nu'uman till I have slain him and his sons; and of a very truth I will do with him a deed, passing the power of Sage and Knight, whereof the chroniclers shall tell chronicles in all countries and in every place: but needs must thou do my bidding in all I shall direct, for whoso be firmly set on the object of his desire shall surely compass his desire.\" \"By the virtue of the Messiah,\" replied he, \"I will not cross thee in aught thou shalt say.\" Then quoth she, \"Bring me a number of handmaids, high-bosomed virgins, and summon the wise men of the age and let them teach them philosophy and the rules of behaviour before Kings, and the art of conversation and making verses; and let them talk with them of all manner science and edifying knowledge. And the sages must be Moslems, that they may teach them the language and traditions of the Arabs, together with the history of the Caliphs and the ancient annals of the Kings of Al-Islam; and if we persevere in this for four years' space, we shall gain our case. So possess thy soul in patience and wait; for one of the Arabs saith, 'If we take man-bote after years forty the time were short to ye.' When we have taught the girls these things, we shall be able to work our will with our foe, for he doteth on women and he hath three hundred and sixty concubines, whereto are now added an hundred of the flowers of thy handmaidens who were with thy daughter, she that hath found mercy.[FN#228] As soon as I have made an end of their education, as described to thee, I will take them; and set out with them in person.\" When King Hardub heard his mother's words, he rejoiced and arose and kissed her head; and at once despatched messengers and couriers to lands sundry and manifold to fetch him Moslem sages. They obeyed his commands and fared to far countries and thence brought him the sages and the doctors he sought. When these came into presence, he honoured them with notable honours and bestowed dresses on them and appointed to them stipends and allowances and promised them much money whenas they should have taught the damsels. Then he committed the handmaidens to their hands \u2014 And Shahrazad perceived the dawn of day and ceased saying her permitted say.", "narrative_information_pred": {"whispered": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 9}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_18_burton_64kb_2.flac"}, {"text": "\"Why do I see thee grown weak in body and yellow of face?", "start_byte": 276690, "end_byte": 276747, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 818.0049926757813, "cut_end_time": 822.7401176757812, "narration": {"text": "When Abrizah heard these words, she wept with sore weeping and said to him,", "cut_start_time": 197.62499328613282, "cut_end_time": 202.8901182861328, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_18_burton_64kb_3.flac"}, "context": "\" And he was sore vexed and his breast was straitened for the loss of Princess Abrizah. Hereupon behold, his son Sharrkan returned from his journey; and the father told him what had happened, and informed him how the lady had fled, whilst he was chasing and hunting, whereat he grieved with exceeding grief. Then King Omar took to visiting his children every day and making much of them; and brought them learned men and doctors to teach them, appointing for them stipends. When Sharrkan saw this, he raged with exceeding rage and envied thereupon his brother and sister till the signs of chagrin appeared in his face and he ceased not to languish by reason of this matter: so one day his father said to him, <|quote_start|>\"Why do I see thee grown weak in body and yellow of face?\"<|quote_end|> \"O my father,\" replied Sharrkan, \"every time I see thee fondle my brother and sister and make much of them, jealousy seizeth on me, and I fear lest it grow on me till I slay them; and thou slay me in return. And this is the reason of my weakness of body and change of complexion. But now I crave of thy favour that thou give me one of thy castles outlying the rest, that I may abide there the remnant of my life, for as the sayer of bywords saith, 'Absence from my friend is better and fitter for me'; and, 'Whatso eye doth not perceive, that garreth not heart to grieve.", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_18_burton_64kb_3.flac"}, {"text": "\"O my son, I grant thee this and I have not in my reign a greater than the Castle of Damascus, and the government of it is thine from this time.", "start_byte": 277513, "end_byte": 277657, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 888.1949829101562, "cut_end_time": 899.6201079101563, "narration": {"text": "When Abrizah heard these words, she wept with sore weeping and said to him,", "cut_start_time": 197.62499328613282, "cut_end_time": 202.8901182861328, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_18_burton_64kb_4.flac"}, "context": "\"every time I see thee fondle my brother and sister and make much of them, jealousy seizeth on me, and I fear lest it grow on me till I slay them; and thou slay me in return. And this is the reason of my weakness of body and change of complexion. But now I crave of thy favour that thou give me one of thy castles outlying the rest, that I may abide there the remnant of my life, for as the sayer of bywords saith, 'Absence from my friend is better and fitter for me'; and, 'Whatso eye doth not perceive, that garreth not heart to grieve.'\" And he bowed his head towards the ground. When King Omar bin al-Nu'uman heard his words and knew the cause of his ailment and of his being broken down, he soothed his heart and said to him, <|quote_start|>\"O my son, I grant thee this and I have not in my reign a greater than the Castle of Damascus, and the government of it is thine from this time.\"<|quote_end|> Thereupon he forthright summoned his secretaries of state and bade them write Sharrkan's patent of investiture to the viceroyalty of Damascus of Syria. And when they had written it, he equipped him and sent with him the Wazir Dandan, and invested him with the rule and government and gave him instructions as to policy and regulations; and took leave of him, and the grandees and officers of state did likewise, and he set out with his host. When he arrived at Damascus, the townspeople beat the drums and blew the trumpets and decorated the city and came out to meet him in great state; whilst all the notables and grandees paced in procession, and those who stood to the right of the throne walked on his right flank, and the others to the left. Thus far concerning Sharrkan; but as regards his father, Omar bin al- Nu'uman, soon after the departure of his son, the children's tutors and governors presented themselves before him and said to him,", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_18_burton_64kb_4.flac"}, {"text": "\"O our lord, thy children have now learnt knowledge and they are completely versed in the rules of manners and the etiquette of ceremony.", "start_byte": 278608, "end_byte": 278745, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 981.9850268554687, "cut_end_time": 991.2000893554688, "narration": {"text": "When Abrizah heard these words, she wept with sore weeping and said to him,", "cut_start_time": 197.62499328613282, "cut_end_time": 202.8901182861328, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_18_burton_64kb_5.flac"}, "context": "\" Thereupon he forthright summoned his secretaries of state and bade them write Sharrkan's patent of investiture to the viceroyalty of Damascus of Syria. And when they had written it, he equipped him and sent with him the Wazir Dandan, and invested him with the rule and government and gave him instructions as to policy and regulations; and took leave of him, and the grandees and officers of state did likewise, and he set out with his host. When he arrived at Damascus, the townspeople beat the drums and blew the trumpets and decorated the city and came out to meet him in great state; whilst all the notables and grandees paced in procession, and those who stood to the right of the throne walked on his right flank, and the others to the left. Thus far concerning Sharrkan; but as regards his father, Omar bin al- Nu'uman, soon after the departure of his son, the children's tutors and governors presented themselves before him and said to him, <|quote_start|>\"O our lord, thy children have now learnt knowledge and they are completely versed in the rules of manners and the etiquette of ceremony.\"<|quote_end|> The King rejoiced thereat with exceeding joy and conferred bountiful largesse upon the learned men, seeing Zau al- Makan grown up and flourishing and skilled in horsemanship. This Prince had reached the age of fourteen and he occupied himself with piety and prayers, loving the poor, the Olema and the Koran-students, so that all the people of Baghdad loved him, men and women. One day, the procession of the Mahmil[FN#229] of Ir\u00e1k passed round Baghdad before its departure for the pilgrimage to Meccah and visitation of the tomb of the Prophet (whom Allah bless and preserve!). When Zau al-Makan saw the Mahmil procession he was seized with longing desire to become a pilgrim,[FN#230] so he went in to his sire and said,", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_18_burton_64kb_5.flac"}, {"text": "\"I come to ask thy leave to make the pilgrimage.", "start_byte": 279469, "end_byte": 279517, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 1052.3050097656248, "cut_end_time": 1055.500072265625, "narration": {"text": "When Abrizah heard these words, she wept with sore weeping and said to him,", "cut_start_time": 197.62499328613282, "cut_end_time": 202.8901182861328, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_18_burton_64kb_6.flac"}, "context": "\" The King rejoiced thereat with exceeding joy and conferred bountiful largesse upon the learned men, seeing Zau al- Makan grown up and flourishing and skilled in horsemanship. This Prince had reached the age of fourteen and he occupied himself with piety and prayers, loving the poor, the Olema and the Koran-students, so that all the people of Baghdad loved him, men and women. One day, the procession of the Mahmil[FN#229] of Ir\u00e1k passed round Baghdad before its departure for the pilgrimage to Meccah and visitation of the tomb of the Prophet (whom Allah bless and preserve!). When Zau al-Makan saw the Mahmil procession he was seized with longing desire to become a pilgrim,[FN#230] so he went in to his sire and said, <|quote_start|>\"I come to ask thy leave to make the pilgrimage.\"<|quote_end|> But his father forbade him saying, \"Wait till next year and I will go and thou too.\" When the Prince saw that the matter was postponed, he betook himself to his sister Nuzhat al-Zaman, whom he found standing at prayer. As soon as she had ended her devotions he said to her, \"I am dying with desire of pilgrimage to the Holy House of Allah at Meccah and to visit the tomb of the Prophet, upon whom be peace! I asked my father's leave, but he forbade me that, so I mean to take privily somewhat of money and set out on the pilgrimage without his knowledge", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_18_burton_64kb_6.flac"}, {"text": "\"Wait till next year and I will go and thou too.", "start_byte": 279554, "end_byte": 279602, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 1059.1750048828123, "cut_end_time": 1062.7500673828124, "narration": {"text": "When Abrizah heard these words, she wept with sore weeping and said to him,", "cut_start_time": 197.62499328613282, "cut_end_time": 202.8901182861328, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_18_burton_64kb_7.flac"}, "context": "\" The King rejoiced thereat with exceeding joy and conferred bountiful largesse upon the learned men, seeing Zau al- Makan grown up and flourishing and skilled in horsemanship. This Prince had reached the age of fourteen and he occupied himself with piety and prayers, loving the poor, the Olema and the Koran-students, so that all the people of Baghdad loved him, men and women. One day, the procession of the Mahmil[FN#229] of Ir\u00e1k passed round Baghdad before its departure for the pilgrimage to Meccah and visitation of the tomb of the Prophet (whom Allah bless and preserve!). When Zau al-Makan saw the Mahmil procession he was seized with longing desire to become a pilgrim,[FN#230] so he went in to his sire and said, \"I come to ask thy leave to make the pilgrimage.\" But his father forbade him saying, <|quote_start|>\"Wait till next year and I will go and thou too.\"<|quote_end|> When the Prince saw that the matter was postponed, he betook himself to his sister Nuzhat al-Zaman, whom he found standing at prayer. As soon as she had ended her devotions he said to her, \"I am dying with desire of pilgrimage to the Holy House of Allah at Meccah and to visit the tomb of the Prophet, upon whom be peace! I asked my father's leave, but he forbade me that, so I mean to take privily somewhat of money and set out on the pilgrimage without his knowledge", "narrative_information_pred": {"forbade": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_18_burton_64kb_7.flac"}, {"text": "\"Allah upon thee,", "start_byte": 280075, "end_byte": 280092, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 1100.634990234375, "cut_end_time": 1101.770052734375, "narration": {"text": "When Abrizah heard these words, she wept with sore weeping and said to him,", "cut_start_time": 197.62499328613282, "cut_end_time": 202.8901182861328, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_18_burton_64kb_8.flac"}, "context": "\" When the Prince saw that the matter was postponed, he betook himself to his sister Nuzhat al-Zaman, whom he found standing at prayer. As soon as she had ended her devotions he said to her, \"I am dying with desire of pilgrimage to the Holy House of Allah at Meccah and to visit the tomb of the Prophet, upon whom be peace! I asked my father's leave, but he forbade me that, so I mean to take privily somewhat of money and set out on the pilgrimage without his knowledge.\" <|quote_start|>\"Allah upon thee,\"<|quote_end|> exclaimed she, \"take me with thee and deprive me not of visitation to the tomb of the Prophet, whom Allah bless and keep!\" And he answered, \"As soon as it is dark night, do thou come forth from this place, without telling any.\" Accordingly, when it was the middle of the night she arose and took somewhat of money and donned a man's habit; and she ceased not walking to the palace-gate, where she found Zau al-Makan with camels ready for marching. So he mounted and mounted her; and the two fared on till they were in the midst of the Iraki[FN#231] pilgrim-party, and they ceased not marching and Allah wrote safety for them, till they entered Meccah the Holy and stood upon Araf\u00e1t and performed the pilgrimage-rites. Then they made a visitation to the tomb of the Prophet (whom Allah bless and assain!) and thought to return with the pilgrims to their native land. But Zau al-Makan said to his sister,", "narrative_information_pred": {"exclaimed": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_18_burton_64kb_8.flac"}, {"text": "\"take me with thee and deprive me not of visitation to the tomb of the Prophet, whom Allah bless and keep!", "start_byte": 280109, "end_byte": 280215, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 1103.2850390625, "cut_end_time": 1110.0801015625, "narration": {"text": "When Abrizah heard these words, she wept with sore weeping and said to him,", "cut_start_time": 197.62499328613282, "cut_end_time": 202.8901182861328, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_18_burton_64kb_9.flac"}, "context": "\" When the Prince saw that the matter was postponed, he betook himself to his sister Nuzhat al-Zaman, whom he found standing at prayer. As soon as she had ended her devotions he said to her, \"I am dying with desire of pilgrimage to the Holy House of Allah at Meccah and to visit the tomb of the Prophet, upon whom be peace! I asked my father's leave, but he forbade me that, so I mean to take privily somewhat of money and set out on the pilgrimage without his knowledge.\" \"Allah upon thee,\" exclaimed she, <|quote_start|>\"take me with thee and deprive me not of visitation to the tomb of the Prophet, whom Allah bless and keep!\"<|quote_end|> And he answered, \"As soon as it is dark night, do thou come forth from this place, without telling any.\" Accordingly, when it was the middle of the night she arose and took somewhat of money and donned a man's habit; and she ceased not walking to the palace-gate, where she found Zau al-Makan with camels ready for marching. So he mounted and mounted her; and the two fared on till they were in the midst of the Iraki[FN#231] pilgrim-party, and they ceased not marching and Allah wrote safety for them, till they entered Meccah the Holy and stood upon Araf\u00e1t and performed the pilgrimage-rites. Then they made a visitation to the tomb of the Prophet (whom Allah bless and assain!) and thought to return with the pilgrims to their native land. But Zau al-Makan said to his sister,", "narrative_information_pred": {"exclaimed": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_18_burton_64kb_9.flac"}, {"text": "\"As soon as it is dark night, do thou come forth from this place, without telling any.", "start_byte": 280234, "end_byte": 280320, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 1113.0150146484375, "cut_end_time": 1119.4100146484375, "narration": {"text": "When Abrizah heard these words, she wept with sore weeping and said to him,", "cut_start_time": 197.62499328613282, "cut_end_time": 202.8901182861328, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_18_burton_64kb_10.flac"}, "context": "\"I am dying with desire of pilgrimage to the Holy House of Allah at Meccah and to visit the tomb of the Prophet, upon whom be peace! I asked my father's leave, but he forbade me that, so I mean to take privily somewhat of money and set out on the pilgrimage without his knowledge.\" \"Allah upon thee,\" exclaimed she, \"take me with thee and deprive me not of visitation to the tomb of the Prophet, whom Allah bless and keep!\" And he answered, <|quote_start|>\"As soon as it is dark night, do thou come forth from this place, without telling any.\"<|quote_end|> Accordingly, when it was the middle of the night she arose and took somewhat of money and donned a man's habit; and she ceased not walking to the palace-gate, where she found Zau al-Makan with camels ready for marching. So he mounted and mounted her; and the two fared on till they were in the midst of the Iraki[FN#231] pilgrim-party, and they ceased not marching and Allah wrote safety for them, till they entered Meccah the Holy and stood upon Araf\u00e1t and performed the pilgrimage-rites. Then they made a visitation to the tomb of the Prophet (whom Allah bless and assain!) and thought to return with the pilgrims to their native land. But Zau al-Makan said to his sister,", "narrative_information_pred": {"answered": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_18_burton_64kb_10.flac"}, {"text": "\"O my sister, it is in my mind to visit the Holy House,[FN#232] Jerusalem, and Abraham the Friend of Allah[FN#233] (on whom be peace!).", "start_byte": 280997, "end_byte": 281132, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 1172.5950244140624, "cut_end_time": 1181.8400869140623, "narration": {"text": "When Abrizah heard these words, she wept with sore weeping and said to him,", "cut_start_time": 197.62499328613282, "cut_end_time": 202.8901182861328, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_18_burton_64kb_11.flac"}, "context": "\" Accordingly, when it was the middle of the night she arose and took somewhat of money and donned a man's habit; and she ceased not walking to the palace-gate, where she found Zau al-Makan with camels ready for marching. So he mounted and mounted her; and the two fared on till they were in the midst of the Iraki[FN#231] pilgrim-party, and they ceased not marching and Allah wrote safety for them, till they entered Meccah the Holy and stood upon Araf\u00e1t and performed the pilgrimage-rites. Then they made a visitation to the tomb of the Prophet (whom Allah bless and assain!) and thought to return with the pilgrims to their native land. But Zau al-Makan said to his sister, <|quote_start|>\"O my sister, it is in my mind to visit the Holy House,[FN#232] Jerusalem, and Abraham the Friend of Allah[FN#233] (on whom be peace!).\"<|quote_end|> \"I also desire so to do,\" replied she. So they agreed upon this and he fared forth and took passage for himself and her and they made ready and set out in the ship with a company of Jerusalem palmers. That very night the sister fell sick of an aguish chill, and was grievously ill but presently recovered, after which the brother also sickened. She tended him during his malady and they ceased not wayfaring till they arrived at Jerusalem, but the fever increased on him and he grew weaker and weaker. They alighted at a Khan and there hired a lodging; but Zau al- Makan's sickness ceased not to increase on him, till he was wasted with leanness and became delirious. At this, his sister was greatly afflicted and exclaimed,", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_18_burton_64kb_11.flac"}, {"text": "\"I also desire so to do,", "start_byte": 281134, "end_byte": 281158, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 1183.2650146484375, "cut_end_time": 1185.2400146484374, "narration": {"text": "When Abrizah heard these words, she wept with sore weeping and said to him,", "cut_start_time": 197.62499328613282, "cut_end_time": 202.8901182861328, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_18_burton_64kb_12.flac"}, "context": "\" Accordingly, when it was the middle of the night she arose and took somewhat of money and donned a man's habit; and she ceased not walking to the palace-gate, where she found Zau al-Makan with camels ready for marching. So he mounted and mounted her; and the two fared on till they were in the midst of the Iraki[FN#231] pilgrim-party, and they ceased not marching and Allah wrote safety for them, till they entered Meccah the Holy and stood upon Araf\u00e1t and performed the pilgrimage-rites. Then they made a visitation to the tomb of the Prophet (whom Allah bless and assain!) and thought to return with the pilgrims to their native land. But Zau al-Makan said to his sister, \"O my sister, it is in my mind to visit the Holy House,[FN#232] Jerusalem, and Abraham the Friend of Allah[FN#233] (on whom be peace!).\" <|quote_start|>\"I also desire so to do,\"<|quote_end|> replied she. So they agreed upon this and he fared forth and took passage for himself and her and they made ready and set out in the ship with a company of Jerusalem palmers. That very night the sister fell sick of an aguish chill, and was grievously ill but presently recovered, after which the brother also sickened. She tended him during his malady and they ceased not wayfaring till they arrived at Jerusalem, but the fever increased on him and he grew weaker and weaker. They alighted at a Khan and there hired a lodging; but Zau al- Makan's sickness ceased not to increase on him, till he was wasted with leanness and became delirious. At this, his sister was greatly afflicted and exclaimed,", "narrative_information_pred": {"replied": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_18_burton_64kb_12.flac"}, {"text": "\"There is no Majesty and there is no Might save in Allah, the Glorious, the Great! This is the decree of Allah!", "start_byte": 281859, "end_byte": 281970, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 1242.9750537109373, "cut_end_time": 1251.1600537109375, "narration": {"text": "When Abrizah heard these words, she wept with sore weeping and said to him,", "cut_start_time": 197.62499328613282, "cut_end_time": 202.8901182861328, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_18_burton_64kb_13.flac"}, "context": "\" replied she. So they agreed upon this and he fared forth and took passage for himself and her and they made ready and set out in the ship with a company of Jerusalem palmers. That very night the sister fell sick of an aguish chill, and was grievously ill but presently recovered, after which the brother also sickened. She tended him during his malady and they ceased not wayfaring till they arrived at Jerusalem, but the fever increased on him and he grew weaker and weaker. They alighted at a Khan and there hired a lodging; but Zau al- Makan's sickness ceased not to increase on him, till he was wasted with leanness and became delirious. At this, his sister was greatly afflicted and exclaimed, <|quote_start|>\"There is no Majesty and there is no Might save in Allah, the Glorious, the Great! This is the decree of Allah!\"<|quote_end|> They sojourned in that place awhile, his weakness ever increasing and she attending him and buying necessaries for him and for herself, till all the money she had was expended and she became so poor that she had not so much as a dirham left. Then she sent a servant of the Khan to the bazar with some of her clothes, and he sold them; and she spent the price upon her brother; then sold she something more and she ceased not selling all she had, piece by piece, till nothing was left but an old rug. Whereupon she wept and exclaimed,", "narrative_information_pred": {"exclaimed": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_18_burton_64kb_13.flac"}, {"text": "\"Verily is Allah the Orderer of the past and the future!", "start_byte": 282506, "end_byte": 282562, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 1295.68505859375, "cut_end_time": 1299.13012109375, "narration": {"text": "When Abrizah heard these words, she wept with sore weeping and said to him,", "cut_start_time": 197.62499328613282, "cut_end_time": 202.8901182861328, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_18_burton_64kb_14.flac"}, "context": "\" They sojourned in that place awhile, his weakness ever increasing and she attending him and buying necessaries for him and for herself, till all the money she had was expended and she became so poor that she had not so much as a dirham left. Then she sent a servant of the Khan to the bazar with some of her clothes, and he sold them; and she spent the price upon her brother; then sold she something more and she ceased not selling all she had, piece by piece, till nothing was left but an old rug. Whereupon she wept and exclaimed, <|quote_start|>\"Verily is Allah the Orderer of the past and the future!\"<|quote_end|> Presently her brother said to her, \"O my sister, I feel recovery drawing near and my heart longeth for a little roast meat.\" \"By Allah! O my brother,\" replied she, \"I have no face to beg; but To-morrow I will enter some rich man's house and serve him and earn somewhat for our living.\" Then she bethought herself awhile and said, \"Of a truth 'tis hard for me to leave thee and thou in this state, but I must despite myself", "narrative_information_pred": {"exclaimed": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_18_burton_64kb_14.flac"}, {"text": "\"O my sister, I feel recovery drawing near and my heart longeth for a little roast meat.", "start_byte": 282599, "end_byte": 282687, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 1303.444951171875, "cut_end_time": 1310.280076171875, "narration": {"text": "When Abrizah heard these words, she wept with sore weeping and said to him,", "cut_start_time": 197.62499328613282, "cut_end_time": 202.8901182861328, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_18_burton_64kb_15.flac"}, "context": "\" They sojourned in that place awhile, his weakness ever increasing and she attending him and buying necessaries for him and for herself, till all the money she had was expended and she became so poor that she had not so much as a dirham left. Then she sent a servant of the Khan to the bazar with some of her clothes, and he sold them; and she spent the price upon her brother; then sold she something more and she ceased not selling all she had, piece by piece, till nothing was left but an old rug. Whereupon she wept and exclaimed, \"Verily is Allah the Orderer of the past and the future!\" Presently her brother said to her, <|quote_start|>\"O my sister, I feel recovery drawing near and my heart longeth for a little roast meat.\"<|quote_end|> \"By Allah! O my brother,\" replied she, \"I have no face to beg; but To-morrow I will enter some rich man's house and serve him and earn somewhat for our living.\" Then she bethought herself awhile and said, \"Of a truth 'tis hard for me to leave thee and thou in this state, but I must despite myself!\" He rejoined, \"Allah forbid! Thou wilt be put to shame; but there is no Majesty and there is no Might save in Allah", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_18_burton_64kb_15.flac"}, {"text": "\"By Allah! O my brother,", "start_byte": 282689, "end_byte": 282713, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 1311.4450390625, "cut_end_time": 1312.9600390624998, "narration": {"text": "When Abrizah heard these words, she wept with sore weeping and said to him,", "cut_start_time": 197.62499328613282, "cut_end_time": 202.8901182861328, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_18_burton_64kb_16.flac"}, "context": "\" They sojourned in that place awhile, his weakness ever increasing and she attending him and buying necessaries for him and for herself, till all the money she had was expended and she became so poor that she had not so much as a dirham left. Then she sent a servant of the Khan to the bazar with some of her clothes, and he sold them; and she spent the price upon her brother; then sold she something more and she ceased not selling all she had, piece by piece, till nothing was left but an old rug. Whereupon she wept and exclaimed, \"Verily is Allah the Orderer of the past and the future!\" Presently her brother said to her, \"O my sister, I feel recovery drawing near and my heart longeth for a little roast meat.\" <|quote_start|>\"By Allah! O my brother,\"<|quote_end|> replied she, \"I have no face to beg; but To-morrow I will enter some rich man's house and serve him and earn somewhat for our living.\" Then she bethought herself awhile and said, \"Of a truth 'tis hard for me to leave thee and thou in this state, but I must despite myself!\" He rejoined, \"Allah forbid! Thou wilt be put to shame; but there is no Majesty and there is no Might save in Allah!\" And he wept and she wept too. Then she said,", "narrative_information_pred": {"replied": {"id": "2", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_18_burton_64kb_16.flac"}, {"text": "\"I have no face to beg; but To-morrow I will enter some rich man's house and serve him and earn somewhat for our living.", "start_byte": 282728, "end_byte": 282848, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 1314.624990234375, "cut_end_time": 1323.4901152343748, "narration": {"text": "When Abrizah heard these words, she wept with sore weeping and said to him,", "cut_start_time": 197.62499328613282, "cut_end_time": 202.8901182861328, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_18_burton_64kb_17.flac"}, "context": "\" They sojourned in that place awhile, his weakness ever increasing and she attending him and buying necessaries for him and for herself, till all the money she had was expended and she became so poor that she had not so much as a dirham left. Then she sent a servant of the Khan to the bazar with some of her clothes, and he sold them; and she spent the price upon her brother; then sold she something more and she ceased not selling all she had, piece by piece, till nothing was left but an old rug. Whereupon she wept and exclaimed, \"Verily is Allah the Orderer of the past and the future!\" Presently her brother said to her, \"O my sister, I feel recovery drawing near and my heart longeth for a little roast meat.\" \"By Allah! O my brother,\" replied she, <|quote_start|>\"I have no face to beg; but To-morrow I will enter some rich man's house and serve him and earn somewhat for our living.\"<|quote_end|> Then she bethought herself awhile and said, \"Of a truth 'tis hard for me to leave thee and thou in this state, but I must despite myself!\" He rejoined, \"Allah forbid! Thou wilt be put to shame; but there is no Majesty and there is no Might save in Allah!\" And he wept and she wept too. Then she said, \"O my brother, we are strangers who have dwelt here a full year, but none hath yet knocked at our door. Shall we then die of hunger? I know no resource but that I go out and do service and earn somewhat to keep us alive, till thou recover from thy sickness, when we will travel back to our native land", "narrative_information_pred": {"replied": {"id": "3", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_18_burton_64kb_17.flac"}, {"text": "\"Of a truth 'tis hard for me to leave thee and thou in this state, but I must despite myself!", "start_byte": 282894, "end_byte": 282987, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 1329.0349707031248, "cut_end_time": 1336.6600332031248, "narration": {"text": "When Abrizah heard these words, she wept with sore weeping and said to him,", "cut_start_time": 197.62499328613282, "cut_end_time": 202.8901182861328, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_18_burton_64kb_18.flac"}, "context": "\" They sojourned in that place awhile, his weakness ever increasing and she attending him and buying necessaries for him and for herself, till all the money she had was expended and she became so poor that she had not so much as a dirham left. Then she sent a servant of the Khan to the bazar with some of her clothes, and he sold them; and she spent the price upon her brother; then sold she something more and she ceased not selling all she had, piece by piece, till nothing was left but an old rug. Whereupon she wept and exclaimed, \"Verily is Allah the Orderer of the past and the future!\" Presently her brother said to her, \"O my sister, I feel recovery drawing near and my heart longeth for a little roast meat.\" \"By Allah! O my brother,\" replied she, \"I have no face to beg; but To-morrow I will enter some rich man's house and serve him and earn somewhat for our living.\" Then she bethought herself awhile and said, <|quote_start|>\"Of a truth 'tis hard for me to leave thee and thou in this state, but I must despite myself!\"<|quote_end|> He rejoined, \"Allah forbid! Thou wilt be put to shame; but there is no Majesty and there is no Might save in Allah!\" And he wept and she wept too. Then she said, \"O my brother, we are strangers who have dwelt here a full year, but none hath yet knocked at our door. Shall we then die of hunger? I know no resource but that I go out and do service and earn somewhat to keep us alive, till thou recover from thy sickness, when we will travel back to our native land", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "6", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_18_burton_64kb_18.flac"}, {"text": "\"Allah forbid! Thou wilt be put to shame; but there is no Majesty and there is no Might save in Allah!", "start_byte": 283002, "end_byte": 283104, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 1339.9149755859373, "cut_end_time": 1349.0201005859374, "narration": {"text": "When Abrizah heard these words, she wept with sore weeping and said to him,", "cut_start_time": 197.62499328613282, "cut_end_time": 202.8901182861328, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_18_burton_64kb_19.flac"}, "context": "\"O my sister, I feel recovery drawing near and my heart longeth for a little roast meat.\" \"By Allah! O my brother,\" replied she, \"I have no face to beg; but To-morrow I will enter some rich man's house and serve him and earn somewhat for our living.\" Then she bethought herself awhile and said, \"Of a truth 'tis hard for me to leave thee and thou in this state, but I must despite myself!\" He rejoined, <|quote_start|>\"Allah forbid! Thou wilt be put to shame; but there is no Majesty and there is no Might save in Allah!\"<|quote_end|> And he wept and she wept too. Then she said, \"O my brother, we are strangers who have dwelt here a full year, but none hath yet knocked at our door. Shall we then die of hunger? I know no resource but that I go out and do service and earn somewhat to keep us alive, till thou recover from thy sickness, when we will travel back to our native land.\" She sat weeping awhile and he wept too, propped upon his elbow. Then Nuzhat al-Zaman arose and, veiling her head with a bit of camlet,[FN#234] which had been of the cameleer's clothes and which the owner had forgotten and left with them; she kissed the head of her brother and embraced him and went forth from him, weeping and knowing not whither she should wend. And she stinted not going and her brother Zau al-Makan awaiting her return till the supper-time; but she came not, and he watched for her till the morning morrowed but still she returned not; and this endured till two days went by. He was greatly troubled thereat and his heart fluttered for her, and hunger was sore upon him. At last he left the chamber and, calling the servant of the caravanserai, said,", "narrative_information_pred": {"rejoined": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_18_burton_64kb_19.flac"}, {"text": "\"I wish thee to bear me to the bazar.", "start_byte": 284226, "end_byte": 284263, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 1447.2850146484375, "cut_end_time": 1449.7000146484374, "narration": {"text": " And he wept and she wept too. Then she said,", "cut_start_time": 1350.4550439453124, "cut_end_time": 1355.2000439453125, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_18_burton_64kb_20.flac"}, "context": "\" She sat weeping awhile and he wept too, propped upon his elbow. Then Nuzhat al-Zaman arose and, veiling her head with a bit of camlet,[FN#234] which had been of the cameleer's clothes and which the owner had forgotten and left with them; she kissed the head of her brother and embraced him and went forth from him, weeping and knowing not whither she should wend. And she stinted not going and her brother Zau al-Makan awaiting her return till the supper-time; but she came not, and he watched for her till the morning morrowed but still she returned not; and this endured till two days went by. He was greatly troubled thereat and his heart fluttered for her, and hunger was sore upon him. At last he left the chamber and, calling the servant of the caravanserai, said, <|quote_start|>\"I wish thee to bear me to the bazar.\"<|quote_end|> So he carried him to the market-street and laid him down there; and the people of Jerusalem gathered round him and were moved to tears seeing his condition. He signed to them begging for somewhat to eat; so they brought him some money from certain of the merchants who were in the bazar, and bought food and fed him therewith; after which they carried him to a shop, where they spread him a mat of palm-leaves and set an ewer of water at his head. When night fell, all the folk went away, sore concerned for him and, in the middle of the night, he called to mind his sister and his sickness redoubled on him, so that he abstained from eating and drinking and became insensible to the world around him. Then the bazar-people arose and took for him from the merchants thirty-seven dirhams, and hiring a camel, said to the driver,", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_18_burton_64kb_20.flac"}, {"text": "\"Carry this sick man to Damascus and leave him in the hospital; haply he may be cured and recover health.", "start_byte": 285093, "end_byte": 285198, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 1519.72501953125, "cut_end_time": 1526.63008203125, "narration": {"text": " And he wept and she wept too. Then she said,", "cut_start_time": 1350.4550439453124, "cut_end_time": 1355.2000439453125, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_18_burton_64kb_21.flac"}, "context": "\" So he carried him to the market-street and laid him down there; and the people of Jerusalem gathered round him and were moved to tears seeing his condition. He signed to them begging for somewhat to eat; so they brought him some money from certain of the merchants who were in the bazar, and bought food and fed him therewith; after which they carried him to a shop, where they spread him a mat of palm-leaves and set an ewer of water at his head. When night fell, all the folk went away, sore concerned for him and, in the middle of the night, he called to mind his sister and his sickness redoubled on him, so that he abstained from eating and drinking and became insensible to the world around him. Then the bazar-people arose and took for him from the merchants thirty-seven dirhams, and hiring a camel, said to the driver, <|quote_start|>\"Carry this sick man to Damascus and leave him in the hospital; haply he may be cured and recover health.\"<|quote_end|> \"On my head be it!\" replied the camel-man; but he said to himself, \"How shall I take this sick man to Damascus, and he nigh upon death?\" So he carried him away to a place and hid with him till the night, when he threw him down on the ash-heap near the fire-hole of a Hammam and went his way. When morning dawned the Stoker[FN#235] of the bath came to his work and, finding Zau al-Makan cast on his back, exclaimed,", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_18_burton_64kb_21.flac"}, {"text": "\"On my head be it!", "start_byte": 285200, "end_byte": 285218, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 1528.5750292968748, "cut_end_time": 1529.9500292968748, "narration": {"text": " And he wept and she wept too. Then she said,", "cut_start_time": 1350.4550439453124, "cut_end_time": 1355.2000439453125, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_18_burton_64kb_22.flac"}, "context": "\" So he carried him to the market-street and laid him down there; and the people of Jerusalem gathered round him and were moved to tears seeing his condition. He signed to them begging for somewhat to eat; so they brought him some money from certain of the merchants who were in the bazar, and bought food and fed him therewith; after which they carried him to a shop, where they spread him a mat of palm-leaves and set an ewer of water at his head. When night fell, all the folk went away, sore concerned for him and, in the middle of the night, he called to mind his sister and his sickness redoubled on him, so that he abstained from eating and drinking and became insensible to the world around him. Then the bazar-people arose and took for him from the merchants thirty-seven dirhams, and hiring a camel, said to the driver, \"Carry this sick man to Damascus and leave him in the hospital; haply he may be cured and recover health.\" <|quote_start|>\"On my head be it!\"<|quote_end|> replied the camel-man; but he said to himself, \"How shall I take this sick man to Damascus, and he nigh upon death?\" So he carried him away to a place and hid with him till the night, when he threw him down on the ash-heap near the fire-hole of a Hammam and went his way. When morning dawned the Stoker[FN#235] of the bath came to his work and, finding Zau al-Makan cast on his back, exclaimed,", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_18_burton_64kb_22.flac"}, {"text": "\"How shall I take this sick man to Damascus, and he nigh upon death?", "start_byte": 285267, "end_byte": 285335, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 1534.0949658203124, "cut_end_time": 1539.2900908203123, "narration": {"text": " So saying, he gave him a kick and he moved; whereupon quoth the Fireman,", "cut_start_time": 1567.7549853515625, "cut_end_time": 1573.6300478515625, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_18_burton_64kb_23.flac"}, "context": "\" So he carried him to the market-street and laid him down there; and the people of Jerusalem gathered round him and were moved to tears seeing his condition. He signed to them begging for somewhat to eat; so they brought him some money from certain of the merchants who were in the bazar, and bought food and fed him therewith; after which they carried him to a shop, where they spread him a mat of palm-leaves and set an ewer of water at his head. When night fell, all the folk went away, sore concerned for him and, in the middle of the night, he called to mind his sister and his sickness redoubled on him, so that he abstained from eating and drinking and became insensible to the world around him. Then the bazar-people arose and took for him from the merchants thirty-seven dirhams, and hiring a camel, said to the driver, \"Carry this sick man to Damascus and leave him in the hospital; haply he may be cured and recover health.\" \"On my head be it!\" replied the camel-man; but he said to himself, <|quote_start|>\"How shall I take this sick man to Damascus, and he nigh upon death?\"<|quote_end|> So he carried him away to a place and hid with him till the night, when he threw him down on the ash-heap near the fire-hole of a Hammam and went his way. When morning dawned the Stoker[FN#235] of the bath came to his work and, finding Zau al-Makan cast on his back, exclaimed, \"Why did they not throw their dead body any where but here?\" So saying, he gave him a kick and he moved; whereupon quoth the Fireman,", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_18_burton_64kb_23.flac"}, {"text": "\"Why did they not throw their dead body any where but here?", "start_byte": 285615, "end_byte": 285674, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 1563.0249707031248, "cut_end_time": 1566.6900332031248, "narration": {"text": " So saying, he gave him a kick and he moved; whereupon quoth the Fireman,", "cut_start_time": 1567.7549853515625, "cut_end_time": 1573.6300478515625, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_18_burton_64kb_24.flac"}, "context": "\" replied the camel-man; but he said to himself, \"How shall I take this sick man to Damascus, and he nigh upon death?\" So he carried him away to a place and hid with him till the night, when he threw him down on the ash-heap near the fire-hole of a Hammam and went his way. When morning dawned the Stoker[FN#235] of the bath came to his work and, finding Zau al-Makan cast on his back, exclaimed, <|quote_start|>\"Why did they not throw their dead body any where but here?\"<|quote_end|> So saying, he gave him a kick and he moved; whereupon quoth the Fireman, \"Some one of you who hath eaten a bit of Hashish and hath thrown himself down in whatso place it be!\" Then he looked at his face and saw his hairless cheeks and his grace and comeliness; so he took pity on him and knew that he was sick and a stranger in the land. And he cried, \"There is no Majesty and there is no Might save in Allah! verily, I have sinned against this youth, for indeed the Prophet (whom Allah bless and keep!) enjoineth honour to the stranger, more especially when the stranger is sick", "narrative_information_pred": {"exclaimed": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_18_burton_64kb_24.flac"}, {"text": "\"Some one of you who hath eaten a bit of Hashish and hath thrown himself down in whatso place it be!", "start_byte": 285749, "end_byte": 285849, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 1574.3349560546874, "cut_end_time": 1581.7500810546874, "narration": {"text": " So saying, he gave him a kick and he moved; whereupon quoth the Fireman,", "cut_start_time": 1567.7549853515625, "cut_end_time": 1573.6300478515625, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_18_burton_64kb_25.flac"}, "context": "\" So he carried him away to a place and hid with him till the night, when he threw him down on the ash-heap near the fire-hole of a Hammam and went his way. When morning dawned the Stoker[FN#235] of the bath came to his work and, finding Zau al-Makan cast on his back, exclaimed, \"Why did they not throw their dead body any where but here?\" So saying, he gave him a kick and he moved; whereupon quoth the Fireman, <|quote_start|>\"Some one of you who hath eaten a bit of Hashish and hath thrown himself down in whatso place it be!\"<|quote_end|> Then he looked at his face and saw his hairless cheeks and his grace and comeliness; so he took pity on him and knew that he was sick and a stranger in the land. And he cried, \"There is no Majesty and there is no Might save in Allah! verily, I have sinned against this youth, for indeed the Prophet (whom Allah bless and keep!) enjoineth honour to the stranger, more especially when the stranger is sick.\" Then he carried him home and went in with him to his wife and bade her tend him. So she spread him a sleeping-rug and set a cushion under his head, then warmed water for him and washed therewith his hands and feet and face. Meanwhile, the Stoker went to the market and bought some rose-water and sugar, and sprinkled Zau al-Makan's face with the water and gave him to drink of the sherbet. Then he fetched a clean shirt and put it on him. With this, Zau al-Makan sniffed the zephyr of health and recovery returned to him; and he sat up and leant against the pillow. Hereat the Fireman rejoiced and exclaimed,", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_18_burton_64kb_25.flac"}, {"text": "\"There is no Majesty and there is no Might save in Allah! verily, I have sinned against this youth, for indeed the Prophet (whom Allah bless and keep!) enjoineth honour to the stranger, more especially when the stranger is sick.", "start_byte": 286027, "end_byte": 286255, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 1598.4249609375, "cut_end_time": 1615.6000859375, "narration": {"text": " So saying, he gave him a kick and he moved; whereupon quoth the Fireman,", "cut_start_time": 1567.7549853515625, "cut_end_time": 1573.6300478515625, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_18_burton_64kb_26.flac"}, "context": "\"Why did they not throw their dead body any where but here?\" So saying, he gave him a kick and he moved; whereupon quoth the Fireman, \"Some one of you who hath eaten a bit of Hashish and hath thrown himself down in whatso place it be!\" Then he looked at his face and saw his hairless cheeks and his grace and comeliness; so he took pity on him and knew that he was sick and a stranger in the land. And he cried, <|quote_start|>\"There is no Majesty and there is no Might save in Allah! verily, I have sinned against this youth, for indeed the Prophet (whom Allah bless and keep!) enjoineth honour to the stranger, more especially when the stranger is sick.\"<|quote_end|> Then he carried him home and went in with him to his wife and bade her tend him. So she spread him a sleeping-rug and set a cushion under his head, then warmed water for him and washed therewith his hands and feet and face. Meanwhile, the Stoker went to the market and bought some rose-water and sugar, and sprinkled Zau al-Makan's face with the water and gave him to drink of the sherbet. Then he fetched a clean shirt and put it on him. With this, Zau al-Makan sniffed the zephyr of health and recovery returned to him; and he sat up and leant against the pillow. Hereat the Fireman rejoiced and exclaimed,", "narrative_information_pred": {"cried": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_18_burton_64kb_26.flac"}, {"text": "\"Praise be to Allah for the welfare of this youth! O Allah, I beseech Thee by Thy knowledge of hidden things, that Thou make the salvation of this youth to be at my hands!", "start_byte": 286866, "end_byte": 287037, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 1670.9449755859373, "cut_end_time": 1684.0201005859374, "narration": {"text": " So saying, he gave him a kick and he moved; whereupon quoth the Fireman,", "cut_start_time": 1567.7549853515625, "cut_end_time": 1573.6300478515625, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_18_burton_64kb_27.flac"}, "context": "\" Then he carried him home and went in with him to his wife and bade her tend him. So she spread him a sleeping-rug and set a cushion under his head, then warmed water for him and washed therewith his hands and feet and face. Meanwhile, the Stoker went to the market and bought some rose-water and sugar, and sprinkled Zau al-Makan's face with the water and gave him to drink of the sherbet. Then he fetched a clean shirt and put it on him. With this, Zau al-Makan sniffed the zephyr of health and recovery returned to him; and he sat up and leant against the pillow. Hereat the Fireman rejoiced and exclaimed, <|quote_start|>\"Praise be to Allah for the welfare of this youth! O Allah, I beseech Thee by Thy knowledge of hidden things, that Thou make the salvation of this youth to be at my hands!\"<|quote_end|> \u2014 And Shahrazad perceived the dawn of day and ceased to say her permitted say.\n\nWhen it was the Fifty-fourth Night,\n\nShe said, It hath reached me, O auspicious King, that the Fireman exclaimed, \"O Allah, I beseech Thee of Thy knowledge of hidden things, that Thou make this young man's life the work of my hands!\" And he ceased not to nurse him for three days, giving him to drink of sherbet of sugar and willow-flower water and rose-water; and doing him all manner of service and kindness, till health began to return to his body and Zau al-Makan opened his eyes. Presently came in the Fireman and, seeing him sitting up and showing signs of amendment, said to him,", "narrative_information_pred": {"exclaimed": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_18_burton_64kb_27.flac"}]}

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+{"text_src": "2447/clean_text.txt", "librivox_src": "2033/book_1001_nights2_0908_librivox_64kb_mp3/thousand_nights_vol02_20_burton_64kb.flac", "speaker_id": "2033", "quotations": [{"text": "\"Whatso thou doest is right!", "start_byte": 306166, "end_byte": 306194, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 44.04500122070313, "cut_end_time": 45.77006372070313, "narration": {"text": " Then one of the merchants came up to him and asked,", "cut_start_time": 156.12499755859375, "cut_end_time": 159.35006005859375, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_20_burton_64kb_0.flac"}, "context": "\" answered she; and when the night was longsome upon her and hunger burnt her, she ate very little of that barley bread. In the middle of the night the Badawi gave orders for departure, \u2014 And Shahrazad perceived the dawn of day and ceased saying her permitted say.\n\nWhen it was the Fifty-sixth Night,\n\nShe said, It hath reached me, O auspicious King, that when the Badawi gave the barley scone to Nuzhat al-Zaman and promised he would sell her to a good man like himself, she replied, <|quote_start|>\"Whatso thou doest is right!\"<|quote_end|> and, about midnight when hunger burned her,[FN#244] she ate a very little of that barley bread and the Badawi ordered his party to set out; so they loaded their loads and he mounted a camel setting Nuzhat al-Zaman behind him. Then they journeyed and ceased not journeying for three days, till they entered the city of Damascus and alighted at the Sultan's Khan, hard by the Viceroy's Gate. Now she had lost her colour by grief and the fatigue of such travelling, and she ceased not to weep over her misfortunes. So the Badawi came up to her and said,", "narrative_information_pred": {"replied": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_20_burton_64kb_0.flac"}, {"text": "\"O thou city filth, by the right of my bonnet, if thou leave not this weeping, I will sell thee to none but a Jew!", "start_byte": 306747, "end_byte": 306861, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 91.23499908447265, "cut_end_time": 100.37006158447265, "narration": {"text": " Then one of the merchants came up to him and asked,", "cut_start_time": 156.12499755859375, "cut_end_time": 159.35006005859375, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_20_burton_64kb_1.flac"}, "context": "\" and, about midnight when hunger burned her,[FN#244] she ate a very little of that barley bread and the Badawi ordered his party to set out; so they loaded their loads and he mounted a camel setting Nuzhat al-Zaman behind him. Then they journeyed and ceased not journeying for three days, till they entered the city of Damascus and alighted at the Sultan's Khan, hard by the Viceroy's Gate. Now she had lost her colour by grief and the fatigue of such travelling, and she ceased not to weep over her misfortunes. So the Badawi came up to her and said, <|quote_start|>\"O thou city filth, by the right of my bonnet, if thou leave not this weeping, I will sell thee to none but a Jew!\"<|quote_end|> Then he arose and took her by the hand and carried her to a chamber, and walked off to the bazar, and he went round to, the merchants who dealt in slave-girls, and began to parley with them, saying, \"I have brought a slave girl whose brother fell ill, and I sent him to my people about Jerusalem, that they might tend him till he is cured. As for her I want to sell her, but after the dog her brother fell sick, the separation from him was grievous to her, and since then she doth nothing but weep, and now I wish that whoso is minded to buy her of me speak softly to her and say, 'Thy brother is with me in Jerusalem ill'; and I will be easy with him about her price", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_20_burton_64kb_1.flac"}, {"text": "\"How old is she?", "start_byte": 307585, "end_byte": 307601, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 160.19499450683594, "cut_end_time": 161.24005700683594, "narration": {"text": " Now when the merchant heard this, he set forth with the Badawi and said,", "cut_start_time": 186.9150018310547, "cut_end_time": 192.16006433105468, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_20_burton_64kb_2.flac"}, "context": "\"I have brought a slave girl whose brother fell ill, and I sent him to my people about Jerusalem, that they might tend him till he is cured. As for her I want to sell her, but after the dog her brother fell sick, the separation from him was grievous to her, and since then she doth nothing but weep, and now I wish that whoso is minded to buy her of me speak softly to her and say, 'Thy brother is with me in Jerusalem ill'; and I will be easy with him about her price.\" Then one of the merchants came up to him and asked, <|quote_start|>\"How old is she?\"<|quote_end|> He answered \"She is a virgin, just come to marriageable age, and she is endowed with sense and breeding and wit and beauty and loveliness. But from the day I sent her brother to Jerusalem, her heart hath been yearning for him, so that her beauty is fallen away and her value lessened.\" Now when the merchant heard this, he set forth with the Badawi and said, \"O Shaykh[FN#245] of the Arabs, I will go with thee and buy of thee this girl whom thou praisest so highly for wit and manners and beauty and loveliness; and I will pay thee her price but it must be upon conditions which if thou accept, I will give thee ready money, and if thou accept not I will return her to thee", "narrative_information_pred": {"asked": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_20_burton_64kb_2.flac"}, {"text": "\"I agree with thee to this condition,", "start_byte": 308956, "end_byte": 308993, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 275.365009765625, "cut_end_time": 277.450072265625, "narration": {"text": " Then she looked at him and, seeing him to be a man of respectable semblance with a handsome face, she said to herself,", "cut_start_time": 347.82500732421875, "cut_end_time": 356.63006982421877, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_20_burton_64kb_3.flac"}, "context": "\"An thou wilt, take her up to the Sultan Sharrkan, son of Omar bin al-Nu'uman lord of Baghdad and of the land of Khorasan, and condition me any conditions thou likest, for when thou hast brought her before King Sharrkan, haply she will please him, and he will pay thee her price and a good profit for thyself to boot.\" Rejoined the merchant, \"It happens that I have just now something to ask from him, and it is this that he write me an order upon the office, exempting me from custom dues and also that he write me a letter of recommendation to his father, King Omar bin al-Nu'uman. So if he take the girl, I will weigh[FN#246] thee out her price at once.\" <|quote_start|>\"I agree with thee to this condition,\"<|quote_end|> answered the Badawi. So they returned together to the place where Nuzhat al-Zaman was and the wild Arab stood at the chamber door and called out, saying, \"O N\u00e1jiyah[FN#247]!\" which was the name wherewith he had named her. When she heard him, she wept and made no answer. Then he turned to the merchant and said to him, \"There she sitteth; go to her and look at her and speak to her kindly as I enjoined thee", "narrative_information_pred": {"answered": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_20_burton_64kb_3.flac"}, {"text": "\"There she sitteth; go to her and look at her and speak to her kindly as I enjoined thee.", "start_byte": 309314, "end_byte": 309403, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 305.524990234375, "cut_end_time": 312.200115234375, "narration": {"text": " Then she looked at him and, seeing him to be a man of respectable semblance with a handsome face, she said to herself,", "cut_start_time": 347.82500732421875, "cut_end_time": 356.63006982421877, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_20_burton_64kb_4.flac"}, "context": "\"It happens that I have just now something to ask from him, and it is this that he write me an order upon the office, exempting me from custom dues and also that he write me a letter of recommendation to his father, King Omar bin al-Nu'uman. So if he take the girl, I will weigh[FN#246] thee out her price at once.\" \"I agree with thee to this condition,\" answered the Badawi. So they returned together to the place where Nuzhat al-Zaman was and the wild Arab stood at the chamber door and called out, saying, \"O N\u00e1jiyah[FN#247]!\" which was the name wherewith he had named her. When she heard him, she wept and made no answer. Then he turned to the merchant and said to him, <|quote_start|>\"There she sitteth; go to her and look at her and speak to her kindly as I enjoined thee.\"<|quote_end|> So the trader went up to her in courteous wise and saw that she was wondrous beautiful and loveable, especially as she knew the Arabic tongue; and he said to the Badawi, \"If she be even as thou saddest, I shall get of the Sultan what I will for her.\" Then he bespake her, \"Peace be on thee, my little maid! How art thou?\" She turned to him and replied, \"This also was registered in the Book of Destiny.\" Then she looked at him and, seeing him to be a man of respectable semblance with a handsome face, she said to herself,", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_20_burton_64kb_4.flac"}, {"text": "\"If she be even as thou saddest, I shall get of the Sultan what I will for her.", "start_byte": 309575, "end_byte": 309654, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 326.69499023437504, "cut_end_time": 333.08005273437504, "narration": {"text": " Then she looked at him and, seeing him to be a man of respectable semblance with a handsome face, she said to herself,", "cut_start_time": 347.82500732421875, "cut_end_time": 356.63006982421877, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_20_burton_64kb_5.flac"}, "context": "\" answered the Badawi. So they returned together to the place where Nuzhat al-Zaman was and the wild Arab stood at the chamber door and called out, saying, \"O N\u00e1jiyah[FN#247]!\" which was the name wherewith he had named her. When she heard him, she wept and made no answer. Then he turned to the merchant and said to him, \"There she sitteth; go to her and look at her and speak to her kindly as I enjoined thee.\" So the trader went up to her in courteous wise and saw that she was wondrous beautiful and loveable, especially as she knew the Arabic tongue; and he said to the Badawi, <|quote_start|>\"If she be even as thou saddest, I shall get of the Sultan what I will for her.\"<|quote_end|> Then he bespake her, \"Peace be on thee, my little maid! How art thou?\" She turned to him and replied, \"This also was registered in the Book of Destiny.\" Then she looked at him and, seeing him to be a man of respectable semblance with a handsome face, she said to herself, \"I believe this one cometh to buy me;\" and she continued, \"If I hold aloof from him, I shall abide with my tyrant and he will do me to death with beating. In any case, this person is handsome of face and maketh me hope for better treatment from him than from my brute of a Badawi. May be he cometh only to hear me talk; so I will give him a fair answer", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_20_burton_64kb_5.flac"}, {"text": "\"Peace be on thee, my little maid! How art thou?", "start_byte": 309677, "end_byte": 309725, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 336.3050134277344, "cut_end_time": 339.6700134277344, "narration": {"text": " Then she looked at him and, seeing him to be a man of respectable semblance with a handsome face, she said to herself,", "cut_start_time": 347.82500732421875, "cut_end_time": 356.63006982421877, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_20_burton_64kb_6.flac"}, "context": "\" answered the Badawi. So they returned together to the place where Nuzhat al-Zaman was and the wild Arab stood at the chamber door and called out, saying, \"O N\u00e1jiyah[FN#247]!\" which was the name wherewith he had named her. When she heard him, she wept and made no answer. Then he turned to the merchant and said to him, \"There she sitteth; go to her and look at her and speak to her kindly as I enjoined thee.\" So the trader went up to her in courteous wise and saw that she was wondrous beautiful and loveable, especially as she knew the Arabic tongue; and he said to the Badawi, \"If she be even as thou saddest, I shall get of the Sultan what I will for her.\" Then he bespake her, <|quote_start|>\"Peace be on thee, my little maid! How art thou?\"<|quote_end|> She turned to him and replied, \"This also was registered in the Book of Destiny.\" Then she looked at him and, seeing him to be a man of respectable semblance with a handsome face, she said to herself, \"I believe this one cometh to buy me;\" and she continued, \"If I hold aloof from him, I shall abide with my tyrant and he will do me to death with beating. In any case, this person is handsome of face and maketh me hope for better treatment from him than from my brute of a Badawi. May be he cometh only to hear me talk; so I will give him a fair answer", "narrative_information_pred": {"bespake": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 9}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_20_burton_64kb_6.flac"}, {"text": "\"This also was registered in the Book of Destiny.", "start_byte": 309758, "end_byte": 309807, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 343.5449951171875, "cut_end_time": 346.6201201171875, "narration": {"text": " Then she looked at him and, seeing him to be a man of respectable semblance with a handsome face, she said to herself,", "cut_start_time": 347.82500732421875, "cut_end_time": 356.63006982421877, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_20_burton_64kb_7.flac"}, "context": "\"There she sitteth; go to her and look at her and speak to her kindly as I enjoined thee.\" So the trader went up to her in courteous wise and saw that she was wondrous beautiful and loveable, especially as she knew the Arabic tongue; and he said to the Badawi, \"If she be even as thou saddest, I shall get of the Sultan what I will for her.\" Then he bespake her, \"Peace be on thee, my little maid! How art thou?\" She turned to him and replied, <|quote_start|>\"This also was registered in the Book of Destiny.\"<|quote_end|> Then she looked at him and, seeing him to be a man of respectable semblance with a handsome face, she said to herself, \"I believe this one cometh to buy me;\" and she continued, \"If I hold aloof from him, I shall abide with my tyrant and he will do me to death with beating. In any case, this person is handsome of face and maketh me hope for better treatment from him than from my brute of a Badawi. May be he cometh only to hear me talk; so I will give him a fair answer", "narrative_information_pred": {"replied": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_20_burton_64kb_7.flac"}, {"text": "\"I believe this one cometh to buy me;", "start_byte": 309928, "end_byte": 309965, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 357.3950134277344, "cut_end_time": 359.8300759277344, "narration": {"text": " Then she looked at him and, seeing him to be a man of respectable semblance with a handsome face, she said to herself,", "cut_start_time": 347.82500732421875, "cut_end_time": 356.63006982421877, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_20_burton_64kb_8.flac"}, "context": "\" So the trader went up to her in courteous wise and saw that she was wondrous beautiful and loveable, especially as she knew the Arabic tongue; and he said to the Badawi, \"If she be even as thou saddest, I shall get of the Sultan what I will for her.\" Then he bespake her, \"Peace be on thee, my little maid! How art thou?\" She turned to him and replied, \"This also was registered in the Book of Destiny.\" Then she looked at him and, seeing him to be a man of respectable semblance with a handsome face, she said to herself, <|quote_start|>\"I believe this one cometh to buy me;\"<|quote_end|> and she continued, \"If I hold aloof from him, I shall abide with my tyrant and he will do me to death with beating. In any case, this person is handsome of face and maketh me hope for better treatment from him than from my brute of a Badawi. May be he cometh only to hear me talk; so I will give him a fair answer.\" All this while her eyes were fixed on the ground; then she raised them to him and said in a sweet voice,", "narrative_information_pred": {}, "audio_path": "wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_20_burton_64kb_8.flac"}, {"text": "\"What is her price, for indeed she is noble?", "start_byte": 310803, "end_byte": 310847, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 431.5549951171875, "cut_end_time": 434.6900576171875, "narration": {"text": " All this while her eyes were fixed on the ground; then she raised them to him and said in a sweet voice,", "cut_start_time": 387.3349877929688, "cut_end_time": 395.94005029296875, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_20_burton_64kb_9.flac"}, "context": "\"And upon thee be peace, O my lord, and Allah's mercy and His benediction![FN#248] This is what is commanded of the Prophet, whom Allah bless and preserve! As for thine enquiry how I am, if thou wouldst know my case, it is such as thou wouldst not wish but to thy foe.\" And she held her peace. When the merchant heard what she said, his fancy took wings for delight in her and, turning to the Badawi, he asked him, <|quote_start|>\"What is her price, for indeed she is noble?\"<|quote_end|> Thereupon the Badawi waxed angry and answered, \"Thou wilt turn me the girl's head with this talk! Why dost thou say that she is noble,[FN#249] while she is of the scum of slave-girls and of the refuse of folk? I will not sell her to thee!\" When the merchant heard this, he knew the man to be weak of wits and said to him, \"Calm thyself, for I will buy her of thee with these blemishes thou mentionest", "narrative_information_pred": {"asked": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_20_burton_64kb_9.flac"}, {"text": "\"Thou wilt turn me the girl's head with this talk! Why dost thou say that she is noble,[FN#249] while she is of the scum of slave-girls and of the refuse of folk? I will not sell her to thee!", "start_byte": 310896, "end_byte": 311087, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 440.14499633789063, "cut_end_time": 455.07012133789067, "narration": {"text": " When the merchant heard this, he knew the man to be weak of wits and said to him,", "cut_start_time": 457.13501098632815, "cut_end_time": 462.38001098632816, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_20_burton_64kb_10.flac"}, "context": "\"And upon thee be peace, O my lord, and Allah's mercy and His benediction![FN#248] This is what is commanded of the Prophet, whom Allah bless and preserve! As for thine enquiry how I am, if thou wouldst know my case, it is such as thou wouldst not wish but to thy foe.\" And she held her peace. When the merchant heard what she said, his fancy took wings for delight in her and, turning to the Badawi, he asked him, \"What is her price, for indeed she is noble?\" Thereupon the Badawi waxed angry and answered, <|quote_start|>\"Thou wilt turn me the girl's head with this talk! Why dost thou say that she is noble,[FN#249] while she is of the scum of slave-girls and of the refuse of folk? I will not sell her to thee!\"<|quote_end|> When the merchant heard this, he knew the man to be weak of wits and said to him, \"Calm thyself, for I will buy her of thee with these blemishes thou mentionest.\" \"And how much wilt thou give me for her?\" enquired the Badawi. Replied the merchant, \"Name thy price for her: none should name the son save his sire.\" Rejoined the Badawi, \"None shall name it but thou thyself.\" Quoth the merchant to himself,", "narrative_information_pred": {"answered": {"id": "2", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_20_burton_64kb_10.flac"}, {"text": "\"Calm thyself, for I will buy her of thee with these blemishes thou mentionest.", "start_byte": 311171, "end_byte": 311250, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 463.3649951171875, "cut_end_time": 469.61012011718753, "narration": {"text": " When the merchant heard this, he knew the man to be weak of wits and said to him,", "cut_start_time": 457.13501098632815, "cut_end_time": 462.38001098632816, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_20_burton_64kb_11.flac"}, "context": "\" And she held her peace. When the merchant heard what she said, his fancy took wings for delight in her and, turning to the Badawi, he asked him, \"What is her price, for indeed she is noble?\" Thereupon the Badawi waxed angry and answered, \"Thou wilt turn me the girl's head with this talk! Why dost thou say that she is noble,[FN#249] while she is of the scum of slave-girls and of the refuse of folk? I will not sell her to thee!\" When the merchant heard this, he knew the man to be weak of wits and said to him, <|quote_start|>\"Calm thyself, for I will buy her of thee with these blemishes thou mentionest.\"<|quote_end|> \"And how much wilt thou give me for her?\" enquired the Badawi. Replied the merchant, \"Name thy price for her: none should name the son save his sire.\" Rejoined the Badawi, \"None shall name it but thou thyself.\" Quoth the merchant to himself, \"This wildling is a rudesby and a maggotty head. By Allah, I cannot tell her price, for she hath won my heart with her fair speech and good looks; and, if she can read and write, it will be complete fair luck to her and to her purchaser. But this Badawi does not know her worth", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "2", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_20_burton_64kb_11.flac"}, {"text": "\"And how much wilt thou give me for her?", "start_byte": 311252, "end_byte": 311292, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 471.42500610351567, "cut_end_time": 473.59000610351563, "narration": {"text": " When the merchant heard this, he knew the man to be weak of wits and said to him,", "cut_start_time": 457.13501098632815, "cut_end_time": 462.38001098632816, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_20_burton_64kb_12.flac"}, "context": "\" Thereupon the Badawi waxed angry and answered, \"Thou wilt turn me the girl's head with this talk! Why dost thou say that she is noble,[FN#249] while she is of the scum of slave-girls and of the refuse of folk? I will not sell her to thee!\" When the merchant heard this, he knew the man to be weak of wits and said to him, \"Calm thyself, for I will buy her of thee with these blemishes thou mentionest.\" <|quote_start|>\"And how much wilt thou give me for her?\"<|quote_end|> enquired the Badawi. Replied the merchant, \"Name thy price for her: none should name the son save his sire.\" Rejoined the Badawi, \"None shall name it but thou thyself.\" Quoth the merchant to himself, \"This wildling is a rudesby and a maggotty head. By Allah, I cannot tell her price, for she hath won my heart with her fair speech and good looks; and, if she can read and write, it will be complete fair luck to her and to her purchaser. But this Badawi does not know her worth", "narrative_information_pred": {"enquired": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_20_burton_64kb_12.flac"}, {"text": "\"Name thy price for her: none should name the son save his sire.", "start_byte": 311337, "end_byte": 311401, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 477.8750146484375, "cut_end_time": 482.90001464843755, "narration": {"text": " Now when the Badawi heard this, he flew into a violent rage and cried at the merchant, saying,", "cut_start_time": 530.6749877929688, "cut_end_time": 537.5000502929688, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_20_burton_64kb_13.flac"}, "context": "\"Thou wilt turn me the girl's head with this talk! Why dost thou say that she is noble,[FN#249] while she is of the scum of slave-girls and of the refuse of folk? I will not sell her to thee!\" When the merchant heard this, he knew the man to be weak of wits and said to him, \"Calm thyself, for I will buy her of thee with these blemishes thou mentionest.\" \"And how much wilt thou give me for her?\" enquired the Badawi. Replied the merchant, <|quote_start|>\"Name thy price for her: none should name the son save his sire.\"<|quote_end|> Rejoined the Badawi, \"None shall name it but thou thyself.\" Quoth the merchant to himself, \"This wildling is a rudesby and a maggotty head. By Allah, I cannot tell her price, for she hath won my heart with her fair speech and good looks; and, if she can read and write, it will be complete fair luck to her and to her purchaser. But this Badawi does not know her worth.\" Then he turned and said to him,", "narrative_information_pred": {"replied": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_20_burton_64kb_13.flac"}, {"text": "\"None shall name it but thou thyself.", "start_byte": 311424, "end_byte": 311461, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 486.2250134277344, "cut_end_time": 488.6500134277344, "narration": {"text": " Now when the Badawi heard this, he flew into a violent rage and cried at the merchant, saying,", "cut_start_time": 530.6749877929688, "cut_end_time": 537.5000502929688, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_20_burton_64kb_14.flac"}, "context": "\"Thou wilt turn me the girl's head with this talk! Why dost thou say that she is noble,[FN#249] while she is of the scum of slave-girls and of the refuse of folk? I will not sell her to thee!\" When the merchant heard this, he knew the man to be weak of wits and said to him, \"Calm thyself, for I will buy her of thee with these blemishes thou mentionest.\" \"And how much wilt thou give me for her?\" enquired the Badawi. Replied the merchant, \"Name thy price for her: none should name the son save his sire.\" Rejoined the Badawi, <|quote_start|>\"None shall name it but thou thyself.\"<|quote_end|> Quoth the merchant to himself, \"This wildling is a rudesby and a maggotty head. By Allah, I cannot tell her price, for she hath won my heart with her fair speech and good looks; and, if she can read and write, it will be complete fair luck to her and to her purchaser. But this Badawi does not know her worth.\" Then he turned and said to him, \"O Shaykh of the Arabs, I will give thee in ready money, clear of the tax and the Sultan's dues, two hundred gold pieces", "narrative_information_pred": {"rejoined": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_20_burton_64kb_14.flac"}, {"text": "\"O Shaykh of the Arabs, I will give thee in ready money, clear of the tax and the Sultan's dues, two hundred gold pieces.", "start_byte": 311806, "end_byte": 311927, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 519.535029296875, "cut_end_time": 529.010029296875, "narration": {"text": " Now when the Badawi heard this, he flew into a violent rage and cried at the merchant, saying,", "cut_start_time": 530.6749877929688, "cut_end_time": 537.5000502929688, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_20_burton_64kb_15.flac"}, "context": "\" Rejoined the Badawi, \"None shall name it but thou thyself.\" Quoth the merchant to himself, \"This wildling is a rudesby and a maggotty head. By Allah, I cannot tell her price, for she hath won my heart with her fair speech and good looks; and, if she can read and write, it will be complete fair luck to her and to her purchaser. But this Badawi does not know her worth.\" Then he turned and said to him, <|quote_start|>\"O Shaykh of the Arabs, I will give thee in ready money, clear of the tax and the Sultan's dues, two hundred gold pieces.\"<|quote_end|> Now when the Badawi heard this, he flew into a violent rage and cried at the merchant, saying, \"Get up and go thy ways! By Allah, wert thou to offer me two hundred dinars for the bit of camlet she weareth, I would not sell it to thee. And now I will not sell her, but will keep her by me, to pasture the camels and grind my grist.\" And he cried out to her, saying, \"Come here, thou stinkard! I will not sell thee", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_20_burton_64kb_15.flac"}, {"text": "\"Get up and go thy ways! By Allah, wert thou to offer me two hundred dinars for the bit of camlet she weareth, I would not sell it to thee. And now I will not sell her, but will keep her by me, to pasture the camels and grind my grist.", "start_byte": 312024, "end_byte": 312259, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 538.1850000000001, "cut_end_time": 557.5600000000001, "narration": {"text": " Now when the Badawi heard this, he flew into a violent rage and cried at the merchant, saying,", "cut_start_time": 530.6749877929688, "cut_end_time": 537.5000502929688, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_20_burton_64kb_16.flac"}, "context": "\"This wildling is a rudesby and a maggotty head. By Allah, I cannot tell her price, for she hath won my heart with her fair speech and good looks; and, if she can read and write, it will be complete fair luck to her and to her purchaser. But this Badawi does not know her worth.\" Then he turned and said to him, \"O Shaykh of the Arabs, I will give thee in ready money, clear of the tax and the Sultan's dues, two hundred gold pieces.\" Now when the Badawi heard this, he flew into a violent rage and cried at the merchant, saying, <|quote_start|>\"Get up and go thy ways! By Allah, wert thou to offer me two hundred dinars for the bit of camlet she weareth, I would not sell it to thee. And now I will not sell her, but will keep her by me, to pasture the camels and grind my grist.\"<|quote_end|> And he cried out to her, saying, \"Come here, thou stinkard! I will not sell thee.\" Then he turned to the merchant and said to him, \"I used to think thee a man of judgment; but, by the right of my bonnet, if thou begone not from me, I will let thee hear what shall not please thee!\" Quoth the merchant to himself, \"Of a truth this Badawi is mad and knoweth not her value, and I will say no more to him about her price at the present time; for by Allah, were he a man of sense, he would not say, 'By the rights of my bonnet!' By the Almighty, she is worth the kingdom of the Chosro\u00ebs and I have not her price by me, but if he ask even more, I will give him what he will, though it be all my goods", "narrative_information_pred": {"cried": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_20_burton_64kb_16.flac"}, {"text": "\"Come here, thou stinkard! I will not sell thee.", "start_byte": 312294, "end_byte": 312342, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 561.75501953125, "cut_end_time": 565.28001953125, "narration": {"text": " Now when the Badawi heard this, he flew into a violent rage and cried at the merchant, saying,", "cut_start_time": 530.6749877929688, "cut_end_time": 537.5000502929688, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_20_burton_64kb_17.flac"}, "context": "\"O Shaykh of the Arabs, I will give thee in ready money, clear of the tax and the Sultan's dues, two hundred gold pieces.\" Now when the Badawi heard this, he flew into a violent rage and cried at the merchant, saying, \"Get up and go thy ways! By Allah, wert thou to offer me two hundred dinars for the bit of camlet she weareth, I would not sell it to thee. And now I will not sell her, but will keep her by me, to pasture the camels and grind my grist.\" And he cried out to her, saying, <|quote_start|>\"Come here, thou stinkard! I will not sell thee.\"<|quote_end|> Then he turned to the merchant and said to him, \"I used to think thee a man of judgment; but, by the right of my bonnet, if thou begone not from me, I will let thee hear what shall not please thee!\" Quoth the merchant to himself, \"Of a truth this Badawi is mad and knoweth not her value, and I will say no more to him about her price at the present time; for by Allah, were he a man of sense, he would not say, 'By the rights of my bonnet!' By the Almighty, she is worth the kingdom of the Chosro\u00ebs and I have not her price by me, but if he ask even more, I will give him what he will, though it be all my goods", "narrative_information_pred": {"cried": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_20_burton_64kb_17.flac"}, {"text": "\"I used to think thee a man of judgment; but, by the right of my bonnet, if thou begone not from me, I will let thee hear what shall not please thee!", "start_byte": 312392, "end_byte": 312541, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 570.8050073242188, "cut_end_time": 581.0400698242188, "narration": {"text": " Now when the Badawi heard this, he flew into a violent rage and cried at the merchant, saying,", "cut_start_time": 530.6749877929688, "cut_end_time": 537.5000502929688, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_20_burton_64kb_18.flac"}, "context": "\"Get up and go thy ways! By Allah, wert thou to offer me two hundred dinars for the bit of camlet she weareth, I would not sell it to thee. And now I will not sell her, but will keep her by me, to pasture the camels and grind my grist.\" And he cried out to her, saying, \"Come here, thou stinkard! I will not sell thee.\" Then he turned to the merchant and said to him, <|quote_start|>\"I used to think thee a man of judgment; but, by the right of my bonnet, if thou begone not from me, I will let thee hear what shall not please thee!\"<|quote_end|> Quoth the merchant to himself, \"Of a truth this Badawi is mad and knoweth not her value, and I will say no more to him about her price at the present time; for by Allah, were he a man of sense, he would not say, 'By the rights of my bonnet!' By the Almighty, she is worth the kingdom of the Chosro\u00ebs and I have not her price by me, but if he ask even more, I will give him what he will, though it be all my goods", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_20_burton_64kb_18.flac"}, {"text": "\"O Shaykh of the Arabs, take patience and calm thyself and tell me what clothes she hath with thee?", "start_byte": 312990, "end_byte": 313089, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 622.514990234375, "cut_end_time": 630.390115234375, "narration": {"text": " Now when the Badawi heard this, he flew into a violent rage and cried at the merchant, saying,", "cut_start_time": 530.6749877929688, "cut_end_time": 537.5000502929688, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_20_burton_64kb_19.flac"}, "context": "\"Of a truth this Badawi is mad and knoweth not her value, and I will say no more to him about her price at the present time; for by Allah, were he a man of sense, he would not say, 'By the rights of my bonnet!' By the Almighty, she is worth the kingdom of the Chosro\u00ebs and I have not her price by me, but if he ask even more, I will give him what he will, though it be all my goods.\" Then he turned and said to him, <|quote_start|>\"O Shaykh of the Arabs, take patience and calm thyself and tell me what clothes she hath with thee?\"<|quote_end|> Cried the Badawi, \"And what hath the baggage to do with clothes? By Allah, this camlet in which she is wrapped is ample for her.\" \"With thy leave,\" said the merchant, \"I will unveil her face and examine her even as folk examine slave-girls whom they think of buying.\"[FN#250] Replied the other, \"Up and do what thou wilt and Allah keep thy youth! Examine her outside and inside and, if thou wilt, strip off her clothes and look at her when she is naked", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_20_burton_64kb_19.flac"}, {"text": "\"And what hath the baggage to do with clothes? By Allah, this camlet in which she is wrapped is ample for her.", "start_byte": 313109, "end_byte": 313219, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 633.3950219726563, "cut_end_time": 641.2900844726563, "narration": {"text": " Now when the Badawi heard this, he flew into a violent rage and cried at the merchant, saying,", "cut_start_time": 530.6749877929688, "cut_end_time": 537.5000502929688, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_20_burton_64kb_20.flac"}, "context": "\"Of a truth this Badawi is mad and knoweth not her value, and I will say no more to him about her price at the present time; for by Allah, were he a man of sense, he would not say, 'By the rights of my bonnet!' By the Almighty, she is worth the kingdom of the Chosro\u00ebs and I have not her price by me, but if he ask even more, I will give him what he will, though it be all my goods.\" Then he turned and said to him, \"O Shaykh of the Arabs, take patience and calm thyself and tell me what clothes she hath with thee?\" Cried the Badawi, <|quote_start|>\"And what hath the baggage to do with clothes? By Allah, this camlet in which she is wrapped is ample for her.\"<|quote_end|> \"With thy leave,\" said the merchant, \"I will unveil her face and examine her even as folk examine slave-girls whom they think of buying.\"[FN#250] Replied the other, \"Up and do what thou wilt and Allah keep thy youth! Examine her outside and inside and, if thou wilt, strip off her clothes and look at her when she is naked.\" Quoth the trader, \"Allah forfend! I will look at naught save her face.\"[FN#2", "narrative_information_pred": {"cried": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_20_burton_64kb_20.flac"}, {"text": "\"I will unveil her face and examine her even as folk examine slave-girls whom they think of buying.\"[FN#25", "start_byte": 313258, "end_byte": 313364, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 645.4450122070313, "cut_end_time": 652.9200747070313, "narration": {"text": " Now when the Badawi heard this, he flew into a violent rage and cried at the merchant, saying,", "cut_start_time": 530.6749877929688, "cut_end_time": 537.5000502929688, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_20_burton_64kb_21.flac"}, "context": "\"Of a truth this Badawi is mad and knoweth not her value, and I will say no more to him about her price at the present time; for by Allah, were he a man of sense, he would not say, 'By the rights of my bonnet!' By the Almighty, she is worth the kingdom of the Chosro\u00ebs and I have not her price by me, but if he ask even more, I will give him what he will, though it be all my goods.\" Then he turned and said to him, \"O Shaykh of the Arabs, take patience and calm thyself and tell me what clothes she hath with thee?\" Cried the Badawi, \"And what hath the baggage to do with clothes? By Allah, this camlet in which she is wrapped is ample for her.\" \"With thy leave,\" said the merchant, <|quote_start|>\"I will unveil her face and examine her even as folk examine slave-girls whom they think of buying.\"[FN#250<|quote_end|>] Replied the other, \"Up and do what thou wilt and Allah keep thy youth! Examine her outside and inside and, if thou wilt, strip off her clothes and look at her when she is naked.\" Quoth the trader, \"Allah forfend! I will look at naught save her face.\"[FN#251] Then he went up to her and was put to shame by her beauty and loveliness, \u2014 And Shahrazed perceived the dawn of day and ceased to say her permitted say.", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_20_burton_64kb_21.flac"}, {"text": "\"Up and do what thou wilt and Allah keep thy youth! Examine her outside and inside and, if thou wilt, strip off her clothes and look at her when she is naked.", "start_byte": 313386, "end_byte": 313544, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 656.0249829101563, "cut_end_time": 668.2201079101562, "narration": {"text": " Now when the Badawi heard this, he flew into a violent rage and cried at the merchant, saying,", "cut_start_time": 530.6749877929688, "cut_end_time": 537.5000502929688, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_20_burton_64kb_22.flac"}, "context": "\" Then he turned and said to him, \"O Shaykh of the Arabs, take patience and calm thyself and tell me what clothes she hath with thee?\" Cried the Badawi, \"And what hath the baggage to do with clothes? By Allah, this camlet in which she is wrapped is ample for her.\" \"With thy leave,\" said the merchant, \"I will unveil her face and examine her even as folk examine slave-girls whom they think of buying.\"[FN#250] Replied the other, <|quote_start|>\"Up and do what thou wilt and Allah keep thy youth! Examine her outside and inside and, if thou wilt, strip off her clothes and look at her when she is naked.\"<|quote_end|> Quoth the trader, \"Allah forfend! I will look at naught save her face.\"[FN#251] Then he went up to her and was put to shame by her beauty and loveliness, \u2014 And Shahrazed perceived the dawn of day and ceased to say her permitted say.\n\nWhen it was the Fifty-seventh Night,\n\nShe said, It hath reached me, O auspicious King, that the merchant went up to Nuzhat al-Zaman and was put to shame by her beauty and loveliness, so he sat by her side and asked her,", "narrative_information_pred": {"replied": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_20_burton_64kb_22.flac"}, {"text": "\"Allah forfend! I will look at naught save her face.\"[FN#25", "start_byte": 313564, "end_byte": 313623, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 671.4649731445313, "cut_end_time": 675.5000981445313, "narration": {"text": " Now when the Badawi heard this, he flew into a violent rage and cried at the merchant, saying,", "cut_start_time": 530.6749877929688, "cut_end_time": 537.5000502929688, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_20_burton_64kb_23.flac"}, "context": "\"And what hath the baggage to do with clothes? By Allah, this camlet in which she is wrapped is ample for her.\" \"With thy leave,\" said the merchant, \"I will unveil her face and examine her even as folk examine slave-girls whom they think of buying.\"[FN#250] Replied the other, \"Up and do what thou wilt and Allah keep thy youth! Examine her outside and inside and, if thou wilt, strip off her clothes and look at her when she is naked.\" Quoth the trader, <|quote_start|>\"Allah forfend! I will look at naught save her face.\"[FN#251<|quote_end|>] Then he went up to her and was put to shame by her beauty and loveliness, \u2014 And Shahrazed perceived the dawn of day and ceased to say her permitted say.\n\nWhen it was the Fifty-seventh Night,\n\nShe said, It hath reached me, O auspicious King, that the merchant went up to Nuzhat al-Zaman and was put to shame by her beauty and loveliness, so he sat by her side and asked her, \"O my mistress, what is thy name", "narrative_information_pred": {"quoth": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_20_burton_64kb_23.flac"}, {"text": "\"O my mistress, what is thy name?", "start_byte": 314000, "end_byte": 314033, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 709.0850268554688, "cut_end_time": 711.4600268554688, "narration": {"text": " Now when the Badawi heard this, he flew into a violent rage and cried at the merchant, saying,", "cut_start_time": 530.6749877929688, "cut_end_time": 537.5000502929688, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_20_burton_64kb_24.flac"}, "context": "\"Allah forfend! I will look at naught save her face.\"[FN#251] Then he went up to her and was put to shame by her beauty and loveliness, \u2014 And Shahrazed perceived the dawn of day and ceased to say her permitted say.\n\nWhen it was the Fifty-seventh Night,\n\nShe said, It hath reached me, O auspicious King, that the merchant went up to Nuzhat al-Zaman and was put to shame by her beauty and loveliness, so he sat by her side and asked her, <|quote_start|>\"O my mistress, what is thy name?\"<|quote_end|> She answered, \"Doss thou ask what is my name this day or what it was before this day?\" Thereupon the merchant enquired, \"Hast thou then two names: to-day's and yesterday's?\" \"Yes,\" replied she, \"my name in the past was Nuzhat al-Zaman, the Delight of the Age; but my name at this present is Ghussat[FN#252] al-Zaman, the Despight of the Age.\" When the merchant heard this his eyes brimmed over with tears and quoth he to her,", "narrative_information_pred": {"asked": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_20_burton_64kb_24.flac"}, {"text": "\"Doss thou ask what is my name this day or what it was before this day?", "start_byte": 314049, "end_byte": 314120, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 714.2249829101563, "cut_end_time": 719.5700454101562, "narration": {"text": " Now when the Badawi heard this, he flew into a violent rage and cried at the merchant, saying,", "cut_start_time": 530.6749877929688, "cut_end_time": 537.5000502929688, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_20_burton_64kb_25.flac"}, "context": "1] Then he went up to her and was put to shame by her beauty and loveliness, \u2014 And Shahrazed perceived the dawn of day and ceased to say her permitted say.\n\nWhen it was the Fifty-seventh Night,\n\nShe said, It hath reached me, O auspicious King, that the merchant went up to Nuzhat al-Zaman and was put to shame by her beauty and loveliness, so he sat by her side and asked her, \"O my mistress, what is thy name?\" She answered, <|quote_start|>\"Doss thou ask what is my name this day or what it was before this day?\"<|quote_end|> Thereupon the merchant enquired, \"Hast thou then two names: to-day's and yesterday's?\" \"Yes,\" replied she, \"my name in the past was Nuzhat al-Zaman, the Delight of the Age; but my name at this present is Ghussat[FN#252] al-Zaman, the Despight of the Age.\" When the merchant heard this his eyes brimmed over with tears and quoth he to her, \"Hast thou not a sick brother", "narrative_information_pred": {"replied": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 9}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_20_burton_64kb_25.flac"}, {"text": "\"Hast thou then two names: to-day's and yesterday's?", "start_byte": 314155, "end_byte": 314207, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 723.8349755859375, "cut_end_time": 728.1500380859375, "narration": {"text": " Now when the Badawi heard this, he flew into a violent rage and cried at the merchant, saying,", "cut_start_time": 530.6749877929688, "cut_end_time": 537.5000502929688, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_20_burton_64kb_26.flac"}, "context": "1] Then he went up to her and was put to shame by her beauty and loveliness, \u2014 And Shahrazed perceived the dawn of day and ceased to say her permitted say.\n\nWhen it was the Fifty-seventh Night,\n\nShe said, It hath reached me, O auspicious King, that the merchant went up to Nuzhat al-Zaman and was put to shame by her beauty and loveliness, so he sat by her side and asked her, \"O my mistress, what is thy name?\" She answered, \"Doss thou ask what is my name this day or what it was before this day?\" Thereupon the merchant enquired, <|quote_start|>\"Hast thou then two names: to-day's and yesterday's?\"<|quote_end|> \"Yes,\" replied she, \"my name in the past was Nuzhat al-Zaman, the Delight of the Age; but my name at this present is Ghussat[FN#252] al-Zaman, the Despight of the Age.\" When the merchant heard this his eyes brimmed over with tears and quoth he to her, \"Hast thou not a sick brother?\" \"Ay by Allah, O my lord, I have,\" quoth she,", "narrative_information_pred": {"enquired": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_20_burton_64kb_26.flac"}, {"text": "\"my name in the past was Nuzhat al-Zaman, the Delight of the Age; but my name at this present is Ghussat[FN#252] al-Zaman, the Despight of the Age.", "start_byte": 314229, "end_byte": 314376, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 731.085009765625, "cut_end_time": 743.000009765625, "narration": {"text": " Now when the Badawi heard this, he flew into a violent rage and cried at the merchant, saying,", "cut_start_time": 530.6749877929688, "cut_end_time": 537.5000502929688, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_20_burton_64kb_27.flac"}, "context": "She said, It hath reached me, O auspicious King, that the merchant went up to Nuzhat al-Zaman and was put to shame by her beauty and loveliness, so he sat by her side and asked her, \"O my mistress, what is thy name?\" She answered, \"Doss thou ask what is my name this day or what it was before this day?\" Thereupon the merchant enquired, \"Hast thou then two names: to-day's and yesterday's?\" \"Yes,\" replied she, <|quote_start|>\"my name in the past was Nuzhat al-Zaman, the Delight of the Age; but my name at this present is Ghussat[FN#252] al-Zaman, the Despight of the Age.\"<|quote_end|> When the merchant heard this his eyes brimmed over with tears and quoth he to her, \"Hast thou not a sick brother?\" \"Ay by Allah, O my lord, I have,\" quoth she, \"but fortune hath parted me and him and he lieth sick in Jerusalem.\" The merchant's head was confounded at the sweetness of her speech and he said to himself, \"Verily, the Badawi spake the truth of her.\" Then she called to mind her brother and his sickness and his strangerhood and her separation from him in his hour of weakness and her not knowing what had befallen him; and she thought of all that had happened to her with the Badawi and of her severance from her mother and father and native land; and the tears coursed down her cheeks and fast as they started they dropped; and she began reciting,", "narrative_information_pred": {"replied": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_20_burton_64kb_27.flac"}, {"text": "\"Hast thou not a sick brother?", "start_byte": 314461, "end_byte": 314491, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 751.3049780273437, "cut_end_time": 753.2800405273438, "narration": {"text": " The merchant's head was confounded at the sweetness of her speech and he said to himself,", "cut_start_time": 765.9850170898437, "cut_end_time": 772.1000170898437, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_20_burton_64kb_28.flac"}, "context": "\"Doss thou ask what is my name this day or what it was before this day?\" Thereupon the merchant enquired, \"Hast thou then two names: to-day's and yesterday's?\" \"Yes,\" replied she, \"my name in the past was Nuzhat al-Zaman, the Delight of the Age; but my name at this present is Ghussat[FN#252] al-Zaman, the Despight of the Age.\" When the merchant heard this his eyes brimmed over with tears and quoth he to her, <|quote_start|>\"Hast thou not a sick brother?\"<|quote_end|> \"Ay by Allah, O my lord, I have,\" quoth she, \"but fortune hath parted me and him and he lieth sick in Jerusalem.\" The merchant's head was confounded at the sweetness of her speech and he said to himself, \"Verily, the Badawi spake the truth of her.\" Then she called to mind her brother and his sickness and his strangerhood and her separation from him in his hour of weakness and her not knowing what had befallen him; and she thought of all that had happened to her with the Badawi and of her severance from her mother and father and native land; and the tears coursed down her cheeks and fast as they started they dropped; and she began reciting,", "narrative_information_pred": {"quoth": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_20_burton_64kb_28.flac"}, {"text": "\"Ay by Allah, O my lord, I have,", "start_byte": 314493, "end_byte": 314525, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 754.4649829101563, "cut_end_time": 756.9301079101563, "narration": {"text": " The merchant's head was confounded at the sweetness of her speech and he said to himself,", "cut_start_time": 765.9850170898437, "cut_end_time": 772.1000170898437, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_20_burton_64kb_29.flac"}, "context": "\"Hast thou then two names: to-day's and yesterday's?\" \"Yes,\" replied she, \"my name in the past was Nuzhat al-Zaman, the Delight of the Age; but my name at this present is Ghussat[FN#252] al-Zaman, the Despight of the Age.\" When the merchant heard this his eyes brimmed over with tears and quoth he to her, \"Hast thou not a sick brother?\" <|quote_start|>\"Ay by Allah, O my lord, I have,\"<|quote_end|> quoth she, \"but fortune hath parted me and him and he lieth sick in Jerusalem.\" The merchant's head was confounded at the sweetness of her speech and he said to himself, \"Verily, the Badawi spake the truth of her.\" Then she called to mind her brother and his sickness and his strangerhood and her separation from him in his hour of weakness and her not knowing what had befallen him; and she thought of all that had happened to her with the Badawi and of her severance from her mother and father and native land; and the tears coursed down her cheeks and fast as they started they dropped; and she began reciting,", "narrative_information_pred": {"quoth": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_20_burton_64kb_29.flac"}, {"text": "\"but fortune hath parted me and him and he lieth sick in Jerusalem.", "start_byte": 314538, "end_byte": 314605, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 758.5049951171875, "cut_end_time": 763.8801201171875, "narration": {"text": " The merchant's head was confounded at the sweetness of her speech and he said to himself,", "cut_start_time": 765.9850170898437, "cut_end_time": 772.1000170898437, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_20_burton_64kb_30.flac"}, "context": "\" \"Yes,\" replied she, \"my name in the past was Nuzhat al-Zaman, the Delight of the Age; but my name at this present is Ghussat[FN#252] al-Zaman, the Despight of the Age.\" When the merchant heard this his eyes brimmed over with tears and quoth he to her, \"Hast thou not a sick brother?\" \"Ay by Allah, O my lord, I have,\" quoth she, <|quote_start|>\"but fortune hath parted me and him and he lieth sick in Jerusalem.\"<|quote_end|> The merchant's head was confounded at the sweetness of her speech and he said to himself, \"Verily, the Badawi spake the truth of her.\" Then she called to mind her brother and his sickness and his strangerhood and her separation from him in his hour of weakness and her not knowing what had befallen him; and she thought of all that had happened to her with the Badawi and of her severance from her mother and father and native land; and the tears coursed down her cheeks and fast as they started they dropped; and she began reciting,", "narrative_information_pred": {"quoth": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_20_burton_64kb_30.flac"}, {"text": "\"Verily, the Badawi spake the truth of her.", "start_byte": 314697, "end_byte": 314740, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 773.2250170898437, "cut_end_time": 776.1000795898437, "narration": {"text": " The merchant's head was confounded at the sweetness of her speech and he said to himself,", "cut_start_time": 765.9850170898437, "cut_end_time": 772.1000170898437, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_20_burton_64kb_31.flac"}, "context": "\"my name in the past was Nuzhat al-Zaman, the Delight of the Age; but my name at this present is Ghussat[FN#252] al-Zaman, the Despight of the Age.\" When the merchant heard this his eyes brimmed over with tears and quoth he to her, \"Hast thou not a sick brother?\" \"Ay by Allah, O my lord, I have,\" quoth she, \"but fortune hath parted me and him and he lieth sick in Jerusalem.\" The merchant's head was confounded at the sweetness of her speech and he said to himself, <|quote_start|>\"Verily, the Badawi spake the truth of her.\"<|quote_end|> Then she called to mind her brother and his sickness and his strangerhood and her separation from him in his hour of weakness and her not knowing what had befallen him; and she thought of all that had happened to her with the Badawi and of her severance from her mother and father and native land; and the tears coursed down her cheeks and fast as they started they dropped; and she began reciting,\n\n\"Allah, where'er thou be, His aid impart * To thee, who distant dwellest in my heart! Allah be near thee how so far thou fare; * Ward off all shifts of Time, all dangers thwart! Mine eyes are desolate for thy vanisht sight, * And start my tears-ah me, how fast they start! Would Heaven I kenned what quarter or what land * Homes thee, and in what house and tribe thou art An fount of life thou drain in greenth of rose, * While drink I tear drops for my sole desert? An thou 'joy slumber in those hours, when I * Peel 'twixt my side and couch coals' burning smart? All things were easy save to part from thee, * For my sad heart this grief is hard to dree.\"", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_20_burton_64kb_31.flac"}, {"text": "\"And pity one who erst in honour throve, * And now is fallen into sore disgrace. She weeps and bathes her cheeks with railing tears, * And asks 'What cure can meet this fatal case?'\"", "start_byte": 316986, "end_byte": 317168, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 977.0050146484375, "cut_end_time": 992.7000146484376, "narration": {"text": " The merchant's head was confounded at the sweetness of her speech and he said to himself,", "cut_start_time": 765.9850170898437, "cut_end_time": 772.1000170898437, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_20_burton_64kb_32.flac"}, "context": "When the merchant heard her verses, he wept and put out his hand to wipe away the tears from her cheeks; but she let down her veil over her face, saying, \"Heaven forbid, O my lord!''[FN#253] Then the Badawi, who was sitting at a little distance watching them, saw her cover her face from the merchant while about to wipe the tears from her cheeks; and he concluded that she would have hindered him from handling her: so he rose and running to her, dealt her, with a camel's halter he had in his hand, such a blow on the shoulders that she fell to the ground on her face. Her eyebrow struck a stone which cut it open, and the blood streamed down her cheeks; whereupon she screamed a loud scream and felt faint and wept bitterly. The merchant was moved to tears for her and said in himself, \"There is no help for it but that I buy this damsel, though at her weight in gold, and free her from this tyrant.\" And he began to revile the Badawi whilst Nazhat al- Zaman lay in sensible. When she came to herself, she wiped away the tears and blood from her face; and she bound up her head: then, raising her glance to heaven, she besought her Lord with a sorrowful heart and began repeating,\n\n<|quote_start|>\"And pity one who erst in honour throve, * And now is fallen into sore disgrace. She weeps and bathes her cheeks with railing tears, * And asks 'What cure can meet this fatal case?'\"<|quote_end|>\n\nWhen she had ended her verse, she turned to the merchant and said in an undertone, \"By the Almighty, do not leave me with a tyrant who knoweth not Allah the Most High! If I pass this night in his place, I shall kill myself with my own hand: save me from him, so Allah save thee from Gehenna-fire.\" Then quoth the merchant to the Badawi, \"O Shaykh of the Arabs, this slave is none of thine affair; so do thou sell her to me for what thou wilt", "narrative_information_pred": {"saying": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_20_burton_64kb_32.flac"}, {"text": "\"By the Almighty, do not leave me with a tyrant who knoweth not Allah the Most High! If I pass this night in his place, I shall kill myself with my own hand: save me from him, so Allah save thee from Gehenna-fire.", "start_byte": 317253, "end_byte": 317466, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 1001.8349755859375, "cut_end_time": 1018.6401005859375, "narration": {"text": "When she had ended her verse, she turned to the merchant and said in an undertone,", "cut_start_time": 995.3049755859375, "cut_end_time": 1000.5600380859375, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_20_burton_64kb_33.flac"}, "context": "When the merchant heard her verses, he wept and put out his hand to wipe away the tears from her cheeks; but she let down her veil over her face, saying, \"Heaven forbid, O my lord!''[FN#253] Then the Badawi, who was sitting at a little distance watching them, saw her cover her face from the merchant while about to wipe the tears from her cheeks; and he concluded that she would have hindered him from handling her: so he rose and running to her, dealt her, with a camel's halter he had in his hand, such a blow on the shoulders that she fell to the ground on her face. Her eyebrow struck a stone which cut it open, and the blood streamed down her cheeks; whereupon she screamed a loud scream and felt faint and wept bitterly. The merchant was moved to tears for her and said in himself, \"There is no help for it but that I buy this damsel, though at her weight in gold, and free her from this tyrant.\" And he began to revile the Badawi whilst Nazhat al- Zaman lay in sensible. When she came to herself, she wiped away the tears and blood from her face; and she bound up her head: then, raising her glance to heaven, she besought her Lord with a sorrowful heart and began repeating,\n\n\"And pity one who erst in honour throve, * And now is fallen into sore disgrace. She weeps and bathes her cheeks with railing tears, * And asks 'What cure can meet this fatal case?'\"\n\nWhen she had ended her verse, she turned to the merchant and said in an undertone, <|quote_start|>\"By the Almighty, do not leave me with a tyrant who knoweth not Allah the Most High! If I pass this night in his place, I shall kill myself with my own hand: save me from him, so Allah save thee from Gehenna-fire.\"<|quote_end|> Then quoth the merchant to the Badawi, \"O Shaykh of the Arabs, this slave is none of thine affair; so do thou sell her to me for what thou wilt.\" \"Take her,\" quoth the Badawi, \"and pay me down her price, or I will carry her back to the camp and there set her to feed the camels and gather their dung.\"[FN#254] Said the merchant, \"I will give thee fifty thousand dinars for her", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}, "in": {"id": "1", "type": "preposition", "confidence": 10}, "an": {"id": "1", "type": "article", "confidence": 10}, "undertone": {"id": "1", "type": "noun", "confidence": 9}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_20_burton_64kb_33.flac"}, {"text": "\"O Shaykh of the Arabs, this slave is none of thine affair; so do thou sell her to me for what thou wilt.", "start_byte": 317507, "end_byte": 317612, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 1023.3349780273438, "cut_end_time": 1031.6000405273437, "narration": {"text": "When she had ended her verse, she turned to the merchant and said in an undertone,", "cut_start_time": 995.3049755859375, "cut_end_time": 1000.5600380859375, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_20_burton_64kb_34.flac"}, "context": "\"And pity one who erst in honour throve, * And now is fallen into sore disgrace. She weeps and bathes her cheeks with railing tears, * And asks 'What cure can meet this fatal case?'\"\n\nWhen she had ended her verse, she turned to the merchant and said in an undertone, \"By the Almighty, do not leave me with a tyrant who knoweth not Allah the Most High! If I pass this night in his place, I shall kill myself with my own hand: save me from him, so Allah save thee from Gehenna-fire.\" Then quoth the merchant to the Badawi, <|quote_start|>\"O Shaykh of the Arabs, this slave is none of thine affair; so do thou sell her to me for what thou wilt.\"<|quote_end|> \"Take her,\" quoth the Badawi, \"and pay me down her price, or I will carry her back to the camp and there set her to feed the camels and gather their dung.\"[FN#254] Said the merchant, \"I will give thee fifty thousand dinars for her.\" \"Allah will open!\"[FN#255] replied the Badawi. \"Seventy thousand,\" said the merchant. \"Allah will open!\" repeated the Badawi:", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_20_burton_64kb_34.flac"}, {"text": "\"and pay me down her price, or I will carry her back to the camp and there set her to feed the camels and gather their dung.\"[FN#25", "start_byte": 317644, "end_byte": 317775, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 1035.045048828125, "cut_end_time": 1043.870111328125, "narration": {"text": "When she had ended her verse, she turned to the merchant and said in an undertone,", "cut_start_time": 995.3049755859375, "cut_end_time": 1000.5600380859375, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_20_burton_64kb_35.flac"}, "context": "\"By the Almighty, do not leave me with a tyrant who knoweth not Allah the Most High! If I pass this night in his place, I shall kill myself with my own hand: save me from him, so Allah save thee from Gehenna-fire.\" Then quoth the merchant to the Badawi, \"O Shaykh of the Arabs, this slave is none of thine affair; so do thou sell her to me for what thou wilt.\" \"Take her,\" quoth the Badawi, <|quote_start|>\"and pay me down her price, or I will carry her back to the camp and there set her to feed the camels and gather their dung.\"[FN#254<|quote_end|>] Said the merchant, \"I will give thee fifty thousand dinars for her.\" \"Allah will open!\"[FN#255] replied the Badawi. \"Seventy thousand,\" said the merchant. \"Allah will open!\" repeated the Badawi: \"this is not the capital spent upon her, for she hath eaten with me barley bread to the value of ninety thousand gold pieces.\" The merchant rejoined, \"Thou and thine and all thy tribe in the length of your lives have not eaten a thousand ducats' worth of barley; but I will say thee one word, wherewith if thou be not satisfied, I will set the Viceroy of Damascus on thee and he will take her from thee by force", "narrative_information_pred": {"quoth": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_20_burton_64kb_35.flac"}, {"text": "\"I will give thee fifty thousand dinars for her.", "start_byte": 317797, "end_byte": 317845, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 1046.94501953125, "cut_end_time": 1049.88008203125, "narration": {"text": "When she had ended her verse, she turned to the merchant and said in an undertone,", "cut_start_time": 995.3049755859375, "cut_end_time": 1000.5600380859375, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_20_burton_64kb_36.flac"}, "context": "\"By the Almighty, do not leave me with a tyrant who knoweth not Allah the Most High! If I pass this night in his place, I shall kill myself with my own hand: save me from him, so Allah save thee from Gehenna-fire.\" Then quoth the merchant to the Badawi, \"O Shaykh of the Arabs, this slave is none of thine affair; so do thou sell her to me for what thou wilt.\" \"Take her,\" quoth the Badawi, \"and pay me down her price, or I will carry her back to the camp and there set her to feed the camels and gather their dung.\"[FN#254] Said the merchant, <|quote_start|>\"I will give thee fifty thousand dinars for her.\"<|quote_end|> \"Allah will open!\"[FN#255] replied the Badawi. \"Seventy thousand,\" said the merchant. \"Allah will open!\" repeated the Badawi: \"this is not the capital spent upon her, for she hath eaten with me barley bread to the value of ninety thousand gold pieces.\" The merchant rejoined, \"Thou and thine and all thy tribe in the length of your lives have not eaten a thousand ducats' worth of barley; but I will say thee one word, wherewith if thou be not satisfied, I will set the Viceroy of Damascus on thee and he will take her from thee by force", "narrative_information_pred": {"Said": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_20_burton_64kb_36.flac"}, {"text": "\"Allah will open!\"[FN#25", "start_byte": 317847, "end_byte": 317871, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 1051.0950048828124, "cut_end_time": 1052.3500673828123, "narration": {"text": "When she had ended her verse, she turned to the merchant and said in an undertone,", "cut_start_time": 995.3049755859375, "cut_end_time": 1000.5600380859375, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_20_burton_64kb_37.flac"}, "context": "\" Then quoth the merchant to the Badawi, \"O Shaykh of the Arabs, this slave is none of thine affair; so do thou sell her to me for what thou wilt.\" \"Take her,\" quoth the Badawi, \"and pay me down her price, or I will carry her back to the camp and there set her to feed the camels and gather their dung.\"[FN#254] Said the merchant, \"I will give thee fifty thousand dinars for her.\" <|quote_start|>\"Allah will open!\"[FN#255<|quote_end|>] replied the Badawi. \"Seventy thousand,\" said the merchant. \"Allah will open!\" repeated the Badawi: \"this is not the capital spent upon her, for she hath eaten with me barley bread to the value of ninety thousand gold pieces.\" The merchant rejoined, \"Thou and thine and all thy tribe in the length of your lives have not eaten a thousand ducats' worth of barley; but I will say thee one word, wherewith if thou be not satisfied, I will set the Viceroy of Damascus on thee and he will take her from thee by force", "narrative_information_pred": {"replied": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_20_burton_64kb_37.flac"}, {"text": "\"Seventy thousand,", "start_byte": 317894, "end_byte": 317912, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 1054.375, "cut_end_time": 1055.4600624999998, "narration": {"text": "When she had ended her verse, she turned to the merchant and said in an undertone,", "cut_start_time": 995.3049755859375, "cut_end_time": 1000.5600380859375, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_20_burton_64kb_38.flac"}, "context": "\"O Shaykh of the Arabs, this slave is none of thine affair; so do thou sell her to me for what thou wilt.\" \"Take her,\" quoth the Badawi, \"and pay me down her price, or I will carry her back to the camp and there set her to feed the camels and gather their dung.\"[FN#254] Said the merchant, \"I will give thee fifty thousand dinars for her.\" \"Allah will open!\"[FN#255] replied the Badawi. <|quote_start|>\"Seventy thousand,\"<|quote_end|> said the merchant. \"Allah will open!\" repeated the Badawi: \"this is not the capital spent upon her, for she hath eaten with me barley bread to the value of ninety thousand gold pieces.\" The merchant rejoined, \"Thou and thine and all thy tribe in the length of your lives have not eaten a thousand ducats' worth of barley; but I will say thee one word, wherewith if thou be not satisfied, I will set the Viceroy of Damascus on thee and he will take her from thee by force", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_20_burton_64kb_38.flac"}, {"text": "\"Allah will open!", "start_byte": 317933, "end_byte": 317950, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 1057.6649853515623, "cut_end_time": 1058.8800478515625, "narration": {"text": "When she had ended her verse, she turned to the merchant and said in an undertone,", "cut_start_time": 995.3049755859375, "cut_end_time": 1000.5600380859375, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_20_burton_64kb_39.flac"}, "context": "\"O Shaykh of the Arabs, this slave is none of thine affair; so do thou sell her to me for what thou wilt.\" \"Take her,\" quoth the Badawi, \"and pay me down her price, or I will carry her back to the camp and there set her to feed the camels and gather their dung.\"[FN#254] Said the merchant, \"I will give thee fifty thousand dinars for her.\" \"Allah will open!\"[FN#255] replied the Badawi. \"Seventy thousand,\" said the merchant. <|quote_start|>\"Allah will open!\"<|quote_end|> repeated the Badawi: \"this is not the capital spent upon her, for she hath eaten with me barley bread to the value of ninety thousand gold pieces.\" The merchant rejoined, \"Thou and thine and all thy tribe in the length of your lives have not eaten a thousand ducats' worth of barley; but I will say thee one word, wherewith if thou be not satisfied, I will set the Viceroy of Damascus on thee and he will take her from thee by force", "narrative_information_pred": {"repeated": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_20_burton_64kb_39.flac"}, {"text": "\"this is not the capital spent upon her, for she hath eaten with me barley bread to the value of ninety thousand gold pieces.", "start_byte": 317973, "end_byte": 318098, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 1061.2850048828125, "cut_end_time": 1070.8200048828123, "narration": {"text": "When she had ended her verse, she turned to the merchant and said in an undertone,", "cut_start_time": 995.3049755859375, "cut_end_time": 1000.5600380859375, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_20_burton_64kb_40.flac"}, "context": "\" \"Take her,\" quoth the Badawi, \"and pay me down her price, or I will carry her back to the camp and there set her to feed the camels and gather their dung.\"[FN#254] Said the merchant, \"I will give thee fifty thousand dinars for her.\" \"Allah will open!\"[FN#255] replied the Badawi. \"Seventy thousand,\" said the merchant. \"Allah will open!\" repeated the Badawi: <|quote_start|>\"this is not the capital spent upon her, for she hath eaten with me barley bread to the value of ninety thousand gold pieces.\"<|quote_end|> The merchant rejoined, \"Thou and thine and all thy tribe in the length of your lives have not eaten a thousand ducats' worth of barley; but I will say thee one word, wherewith if thou be not satisfied, I will set the Viceroy of Damascus on thee and he will take her from thee by force.\" The Badawi continued, \"Say on!\" \"An hundred thousand,\" quoth the merchant. \"I have sold her to thee at that price", "narrative_information_pred": {"replied": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_20_burton_64kb_40.flac"}, {"text": "\"Say on!", "start_byte": 318409, "end_byte": 318417, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 1097.8550488281248, "cut_end_time": 1099.5100488281248, "narration": {"text": "When she had ended her verse, she turned to the merchant and said in an undertone,", "cut_start_time": 995.3049755859375, "cut_end_time": 1000.5600380859375, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_20_burton_64kb_41.flac"}, "context": "\"this is not the capital spent upon her, for she hath eaten with me barley bread to the value of ninety thousand gold pieces.\" The merchant rejoined, \"Thou and thine and all thy tribe in the length of your lives have not eaten a thousand ducats' worth of barley; but I will say thee one word, wherewith if thou be not satisfied, I will set the Viceroy of Damascus on thee and he will take her from thee by force.\" The Badawi continued, <|quote_start|>\"Say on!\"<|quote_end|> \"An hundred thousand,\" quoth the merchant. \"I have sold her to thee at that price,\" answered the Badawi; \"I shall be able to buy salt with her.\" The merchant laughed and, going to his lodgings, brought the money and put it into the hand of the Badawi, who took it and made off, saying to himself, \"Needs must I go to Jerusalem where, haply, I shall happen on her brother, and I will bring him here and sell him also.\" So he mounted and journeyed till he arrived at Jerusalem, where he went to the Khan and asked for Zau al-Makan, but could not find him. Such was the case with him; but for what regards the merchant and Nazhat al-Zaman, when he took her he threw some of his clothes over her and carried her to his lodgings, \u2014 And Shahrazad perceived the dawn of day and ceased saying her permitted say.", "narrative_information_pred": {"continued": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 9}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_20_burton_64kb_41.flac"}, {"text": "\"An hundred thousand,", "start_byte": 318419, "end_byte": 318440, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 1100.5649999999998, "cut_end_time": 1101.8300625, "narration": {"text": "When she had ended her verse, she turned to the merchant and said in an undertone,", "cut_start_time": 995.3049755859375, "cut_end_time": 1000.5600380859375, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_20_burton_64kb_42.flac"}, "context": "\"this is not the capital spent upon her, for she hath eaten with me barley bread to the value of ninety thousand gold pieces.\" The merchant rejoined, \"Thou and thine and all thy tribe in the length of your lives have not eaten a thousand ducats' worth of barley; but I will say thee one word, wherewith if thou be not satisfied, I will set the Viceroy of Damascus on thee and he will take her from thee by force.\" The Badawi continued, \"Say on!\" <|quote_start|>\"An hundred thousand,\"<|quote_end|> quoth the merchant. \"I have sold her to thee at that price,\" answered the Badawi; \"I shall be able to buy salt with her.\" The merchant laughed and, going to his lodgings, brought the money and put it into the hand of the Badawi, who took it and made off, saying to himself, \"Needs must I go to Jerusalem where, haply, I shall happen on her brother, and I will bring him here and sell him also.\" So he mounted and journeyed till he arrived at Jerusalem, where he went to the Khan and asked for Zau al-Makan, but could not find him. Such was the case with him; but for what regards the merchant and Nazhat al-Zaman, when he took her he threw some of his clothes over her and carried her to his lodgings, \u2014 And Shahrazad perceived the dawn of day and ceased saying her permitted say.", "narrative_information_pred": {"quoth": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_20_burton_64kb_42.flac"}, {"text": "\"I have sold her to thee at that price,", "start_byte": 318462, "end_byte": 318501, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 1103.3749853515624, "cut_end_time": 1106.2600478515624, "narration": {"text": "When she had ended her verse, she turned to the merchant and said in an undertone,", "cut_start_time": 995.3049755859375, "cut_end_time": 1000.5600380859375, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_20_burton_64kb_43.flac"}, "context": "\"this is not the capital spent upon her, for she hath eaten with me barley bread to the value of ninety thousand gold pieces.\" The merchant rejoined, \"Thou and thine and all thy tribe in the length of your lives have not eaten a thousand ducats' worth of barley; but I will say thee one word, wherewith if thou be not satisfied, I will set the Viceroy of Damascus on thee and he will take her from thee by force.\" The Badawi continued, \"Say on!\" \"An hundred thousand,\" quoth the merchant. <|quote_start|>\"I have sold her to thee at that price,\"<|quote_end|> answered the Badawi; \"I shall be able to buy salt with her.\" The merchant laughed and, going to his lodgings, brought the money and put it into the hand of the Badawi, who took it and made off, saying to himself, \"Needs must I go to Jerusalem where, haply, I shall happen on her brother, and I will bring him here and sell him also.\" So he mounted and journeyed till he arrived at Jerusalem, where he went to the Khan and asked for Zau al-Makan, but could not find him. Such was the case with him; but for what regards the merchant and Nazhat al-Zaman, when he took her he threw some of his clothes over her and carried her to his lodgings, \u2014 And Shahrazad perceived the dawn of day and ceased saying her permitted say.", "narrative_information_pred": {"answered": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_20_burton_64kb_43.flac"}, {"text": "\"I shall be able to buy salt with her.", "start_byte": 318524, "end_byte": 318562, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 1108.6250439453124, "cut_end_time": 1112.7601064453124, "narration": {"text": "When she had ended her verse, she turned to the merchant and said in an undertone,", "cut_start_time": 995.3049755859375, "cut_end_time": 1000.5600380859375, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_20_burton_64kb_44.flac"}, "context": "\"Thou and thine and all thy tribe in the length of your lives have not eaten a thousand ducats' worth of barley; but I will say thee one word, wherewith if thou be not satisfied, I will set the Viceroy of Damascus on thee and he will take her from thee by force.\" The Badawi continued, \"Say on!\" \"An hundred thousand,\" quoth the merchant. \"I have sold her to thee at that price,\" answered the Badawi; <|quote_start|>\"I shall be able to buy salt with her.\"<|quote_end|> The merchant laughed and, going to his lodgings, brought the money and put it into the hand of the Badawi, who took it and made off, saying to himself, \"Needs must I go to Jerusalem where, haply, I shall happen on her brother, and I will bring him here and sell him also.\" So he mounted and journeyed till he arrived at Jerusalem, where he went to the Khan and asked for Zau al-Makan, but could not find him. Such was the case with him; but for what regards the merchant and Nazhat al-Zaman, when he took her he threw some of his clothes over her and carried her to his lodgings, \u2014 And Shahrazad perceived the dawn of day and ceased saying her permitted say.", "narrative_information_pred": {"answered": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_20_burton_64kb_44.flac"}]}

test/2447/2033/thousand_nights_vol02_26_burton_64kb.json

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This is how it fared with him; but as regards Nuzhat al- Zaman, when she heard that voice in the night, her heart was at rest and she rose and in her joy she called the Chief Eunuch, who said to her, \"What is thy will?\" Quoth she, \"Arise and bring me him who recited verses but now.\" Replied he, \"Of a truth I did not hear him\" \u2014 And Shahrazad perceived the dawn of day and ceased to say her permitted say.\n\nWhen it was the Seventy-second Night,\n\nShe said, It hath reached me, O auspicious King, that when Nuzhat Al-Zaman heard her brother reciting, she called the Chief Eunuch and said to him, <|quote_start|>\"Go, fetch me the man who is repeating this poetry!\"<|quote_end|> Replied he, \"Of a truth I heard him not and I wot him not and folks are all sleeping.\" But she said, \"Whomsoever thou seest awake, he is the reciter.\" So he went, yet found none on wake save the Stoker; for Zau al-Makan was still insensible, and when his companion saw the Eunuch standing by his head he was afraid of him. Then said the Eunuch, \"Art thou he who repeated poetry but now and my lady heard him", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_26_burton_64kb_0.flac"}, {"text": "\"Of a truth I heard him not and I wot him not and folks are all sleeping.", "start_byte": 382369, "end_byte": 382442, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 48.87499969482422, "cut_end_time": 54.92012469482422, "narration": {"text": " The Stoker fancied that the dame was wroth with the reciter; and, being afraid, he replied,", "cut_start_time": 86.11500122070312, "cut_end_time": 92.66006372070312, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_26_burton_64kb_1.flac"}, "context": "\"Arise and bring me him who recited verses but now.\" Replied he, \"Of a truth I did not hear him\" \u2014 And Shahrazad perceived the dawn of day and ceased to say her permitted say.\n\nWhen it was the Seventy-second Night,\n\nShe said, It hath reached me, O auspicious King, that when Nuzhat Al-Zaman heard her brother reciting, she called the Chief Eunuch and said to him, \"Go, fetch me the man who is repeating this poetry!\" Replied he, <|quote_start|>\"Of a truth I heard him not and I wot him not and folks are all sleeping.\"<|quote_end|> But she said, \"Whomsoever thou seest awake, he is the reciter.\" So he went, yet found none on wake save the Stoker; for Zau al-Makan was still insensible, and when his companion saw the Eunuch standing by his head he was afraid of him. Then said the Eunuch, \"Art thou he who repeated poetry but now and my lady heard him?\" The Stoker fancied that the dame was wroth with the reciter; and, being afraid, he replied,", "narrative_information_pred": {"Replied": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_26_burton_64kb_1.flac"}, {"text": "\"Whomsoever thou seest awake, he is the reciter.", "start_byte": 382458, "end_byte": 382506, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 57.614998779296876, "cut_end_time": 61.55006127929688, "narration": {"text": " The Stoker fancied that the dame was wroth with the reciter; and, being afraid, he replied,", "cut_start_time": 86.11500122070312, "cut_end_time": 92.66006372070312, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_26_burton_64kb_2.flac"}, "context": "\" \u2014 And Shahrazad perceived the dawn of day and ceased to say her permitted say.\n\nWhen it was the Seventy-second Night,\n\nShe said, It hath reached me, O auspicious King, that when Nuzhat Al-Zaman heard her brother reciting, she called the Chief Eunuch and said to him, \"Go, fetch me the man who is repeating this poetry!\" Replied he, \"Of a truth I heard him not and I wot him not and folks are all sleeping.\" But she said, <|quote_start|>\"Whomsoever thou seest awake, he is the reciter.\"<|quote_end|> So he went, yet found none on wake save the Stoker; for Zau al-Makan was still insensible, and when his companion saw the Eunuch standing by his head he was afraid of him. Then said the Eunuch, \"Art thou he who repeated poetry but now and my lady heard him?\" The Stoker fancied that the dame was wroth with the reciter; and, being afraid, he replied, \"By Allah, 'twas not I", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_26_burton_64kb_2.flac"}, {"text": "\"Art thou he who repeated poetry but now and my lady heard him?", "start_byte": 382702, "end_byte": 382765, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 80.32499725341796, "cut_end_time": 84.78012225341796, "narration": {"text": " The Stoker fancied that the dame was wroth with the reciter; and, being afraid, he replied,", "cut_start_time": 86.11500122070312, "cut_end_time": 92.66006372070312, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_26_burton_64kb_3.flac"}, "context": "\"Go, fetch me the man who is repeating this poetry!\" Replied he, \"Of a truth I heard him not and I wot him not and folks are all sleeping.\" But she said, \"Whomsoever thou seest awake, he is the reciter.\" So he went, yet found none on wake save the Stoker; for Zau al-Makan was still insensible, and when his companion saw the Eunuch standing by his head he was afraid of him. Then said the Eunuch, <|quote_start|>\"Art thou he who repeated poetry but now and my lady heard him?\"<|quote_end|> The Stoker fancied that the dame was wroth with the reciter; and, being afraid, he replied, \"By Allah, 'twas not I!\" Rejoined the Eunuch, \"Who then was the reciter?: point him out to me. Thou must know who it was, seeing that thou art awake.\" The Fireman feared for Zau al- Makan and said in himself, \"Haply the Eunuch will do him some hurt\"; so he answered,", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_26_burton_64kb_3.flac"}, {"text": "\"By Allah, 'twas not I!", "start_byte": 382859, "end_byte": 382882, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 93.84500061035156, "cut_end_time": 95.55006311035156, "narration": {"text": " The Stoker fancied that the dame was wroth with the reciter; and, being afraid, he replied,", "cut_start_time": 86.11500122070312, "cut_end_time": 92.66006372070312, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_26_burton_64kb_4.flac"}, "context": "\"Whomsoever thou seest awake, he is the reciter.\" So he went, yet found none on wake save the Stoker; for Zau al-Makan was still insensible, and when his companion saw the Eunuch standing by his head he was afraid of him. Then said the Eunuch, \"Art thou he who repeated poetry but now and my lady heard him?\" The Stoker fancied that the dame was wroth with the reciter; and, being afraid, he replied, <|quote_start|>\"By Allah, 'twas not I!\"<|quote_end|> Rejoined the Eunuch, \"Who then was the reciter?: point him out to me. Thou must know who it was, seeing that thou art awake.\" The Fireman feared for Zau al- Makan and said in himself, \"Haply the Eunuch will do him some hurt\"; so he answered, \"By Allah, I know not who it was.\" Said the Eunuch, \"By Allah, thou liest, for there is none on wake here but thou! So needs must thou know him", "narrative_information_pred": {"replied": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_26_burton_64kb_4.flac"}, {"text": "\"Who then was the reciter?: point him out to me. Thou must know who it was, seeing that thou art awake.", "start_byte": 382905, "end_byte": 383008, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 98.29499816894531, "cut_end_time": 105.92012316894531, "narration": {"text": " The Stoker fancied that the dame was wroth with the reciter; and, being afraid, he replied,", "cut_start_time": 86.11500122070312, "cut_end_time": 92.66006372070312, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_26_burton_64kb_5.flac"}, "context": "\" So he went, yet found none on wake save the Stoker; for Zau al-Makan was still insensible, and when his companion saw the Eunuch standing by his head he was afraid of him. Then said the Eunuch, \"Art thou he who repeated poetry but now and my lady heard him?\" The Stoker fancied that the dame was wroth with the reciter; and, being afraid, he replied, \"By Allah, 'twas not I!\" Rejoined the Eunuch, <|quote_start|>\"Who then was the reciter?: point him out to me. Thou must know who it was, seeing that thou art awake.\"<|quote_end|> The Fireman feared for Zau al- Makan and said in himself, \"Haply the Eunuch will do him some hurt\"; so he answered, \"By Allah, I know not who it was.\" Said the Eunuch, \"By Allah, thou liest, for there is none on wake here but thou! So needs must thou know him.\" \"By Allah,\" replied the Fireman, \"I tell thee the truth!: some passer by, some wayfarer must have recited the verses and disturbed me and kept me awake; Allah requite him", "narrative_information_pred": {"rejoined": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_26_burton_64kb_5.flac"}, {"text": "\"Haply the Eunuch will do him some hurt", "start_byte": 383068, "end_byte": 383107, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 111.51499877929687, "cut_end_time": 113.85006127929687, "narration": {"text": " So the Eunuch left him and went his ways; and, going in to his mistress, told her all this and said to her,", "cut_start_time": 166.50500183105467, "cut_end_time": 175.0000643310547, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_26_burton_64kb_6.flac"}, "context": "\"Art thou he who repeated poetry but now and my lady heard him?\" The Stoker fancied that the dame was wroth with the reciter; and, being afraid, he replied, \"By Allah, 'twas not I!\" Rejoined the Eunuch, \"Who then was the reciter?: point him out to me. Thou must know who it was, seeing that thou art awake.\" The Fireman feared for Zau al- Makan and said in himself, <|quote_start|>\"Haply the Eunuch will do him some hurt\"<|quote_end|>; so he answered, \"By Allah, I know not who it was.\" Said the Eunuch, \"By Allah, thou liest, for there is none on wake here but thou! So needs must thou know him.\" \"By Allah,\" replied the Fireman, \"I tell thee the truth!: some passer by, some wayfarer must have recited the verses and disturbed me and kept me awake; Allah requite him!\" Quoth the Eunuch, \"If thou happen upon him, point him out to me and I will lay hands on him and bring him to the door of our lady's litter[FN#309] or do thou take him with thine own hand", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_26_burton_64kb_6.flac"}, {"text": "\"By Allah, I know not who it was.", "start_byte": 383126, "end_byte": 383159, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 116.28499908447264, "cut_end_time": 119.07006158447265, "narration": {"text": " So the Eunuch left him and went his ways; and, going in to his mistress, told her all this and said to her,", "cut_start_time": 166.50500183105467, "cut_end_time": 175.0000643310547, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_26_burton_64kb_7.flac"}, "context": "\" The Stoker fancied that the dame was wroth with the reciter; and, being afraid, he replied, \"By Allah, 'twas not I!\" Rejoined the Eunuch, \"Who then was the reciter?: point him out to me. Thou must know who it was, seeing that thou art awake.\" The Fireman feared for Zau al- Makan and said in himself, \"Haply the Eunuch will do him some hurt\"; so he answered, <|quote_start|>\"By Allah, I know not who it was.\"<|quote_end|> Said the Eunuch, \"By Allah, thou liest, for there is none on wake here but thou! So needs must thou know him.\" \"By Allah,\" replied the Fireman, \"I tell thee the truth!: some passer by, some wayfarer must have recited the verses and disturbed me and kept me awake; Allah requite him!\" Quoth the Eunuch, \"If thou happen upon him, point him out to me and I will lay hands on him and bring him to the door of our lady's litter[FN#309] or do thou take him with thine own hand", "narrative_information_pred": {"answered": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_26_burton_64kb_7.flac"}, {"text": "\"By Allah, thou liest, for there is none on wake here but thou! So needs must thou know him.", "start_byte": 383178, "end_byte": 383270, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 122.05500122070312, "cut_end_time": 130.11006372070312, "narration": {"text": " So the Eunuch left him and went his ways; and, going in to his mistress, told her all this and said to her,", "cut_start_time": 166.50500183105467, "cut_end_time": 175.0000643310547, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_26_burton_64kb_8.flac"}, "context": "\" The Stoker fancied that the dame was wroth with the reciter; and, being afraid, he replied, \"By Allah, 'twas not I!\" Rejoined the Eunuch, \"Who then was the reciter?: point him out to me. Thou must know who it was, seeing that thou art awake.\" The Fireman feared for Zau al- Makan and said in himself, \"Haply the Eunuch will do him some hurt\"; so he answered, \"By Allah, I know not who it was.\" Said the Eunuch, <|quote_start|>\"By Allah, thou liest, for there is none on wake here but thou! So needs must thou know him.\"<|quote_end|> \"By Allah,\" replied the Fireman, \"I tell thee the truth!: some passer by, some wayfarer must have recited the verses and disturbed me and kept me awake; Allah requite him!\" Quoth the Eunuch, \"If thou happen upon him, point him out to me and I will lay hands on him and bring him to the door of our lady's litter[FN#309] or do thou take him with thine own hand.\" Said the Fireman,", "narrative_information_pred": {"Said": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_26_burton_64kb_8.flac"}, {"text": "\"I tell thee the truth!: some passer by, some wayfarer must have recited the verses and disturbed me and kept me awake; Allah requite him!", "start_byte": 383305, "end_byte": 383443, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 133.72500244140625, "cut_end_time": 144.70000244140624, "narration": {"text": " So the Eunuch left him and went his ways; and, going in to his mistress, told her all this and said to her,", "cut_start_time": 166.50500183105467, "cut_end_time": 175.0000643310547, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_26_burton_64kb_9.flac"}, "context": "\"Who then was the reciter?: point him out to me. Thou must know who it was, seeing that thou art awake.\" The Fireman feared for Zau al- Makan and said in himself, \"Haply the Eunuch will do him some hurt\"; so he answered, \"By Allah, I know not who it was.\" Said the Eunuch, \"By Allah, thou liest, for there is none on wake here but thou! So needs must thou know him.\" \"By Allah,\" replied the Fireman, <|quote_start|>\"I tell thee the truth!: some passer by, some wayfarer must have recited the verses and disturbed me and kept me awake; Allah requite him!\"<|quote_end|> Quoth the Eunuch, \"If thou happen upon him, point him out to me and I will lay hands on him and bring him to the door of our lady's litter[FN#309] or do thou take him with thine own hand.\" Said the Fireman, \"Go thou back and I will bring him to thee.\" So the Eunuch left him and went his ways; and, going in to his mistress, told her all this and said to her,", "narrative_information_pred": {"replied": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_26_burton_64kb_9.flac"}, {"text": "\"If thou happen upon him, point him out to me and I will lay hands on him and bring him to the door of our lady's litter[FN#309] or do thou take him with thine own hand.", "start_byte": 383463, "end_byte": 383632, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 147.47500183105467, "cut_end_time": 158.9300643310547, "narration": {"text": " So the Eunuch left him and went his ways; and, going in to his mistress, told her all this and said to her,", "cut_start_time": 166.50500183105467, "cut_end_time": 175.0000643310547, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_26_burton_64kb_10.flac"}, "context": "\"Haply the Eunuch will do him some hurt\"; so he answered, \"By Allah, I know not who it was.\" Said the Eunuch, \"By Allah, thou liest, for there is none on wake here but thou! So needs must thou know him.\" \"By Allah,\" replied the Fireman, \"I tell thee the truth!: some passer by, some wayfarer must have recited the verses and disturbed me and kept me awake; Allah requite him!\" Quoth the Eunuch, <|quote_start|>\"If thou happen upon him, point him out to me and I will lay hands on him and bring him to the door of our lady's litter[FN#309] or do thou take him with thine own hand.\"<|quote_end|> Said the Fireman, \"Go thou back and I will bring him to thee.\" So the Eunuch left him and went his ways; and, going in to his mistress, told her all this and said to her, \"None knoweth who it was; it must have been some passer by, some wayfarer.\" And she was silent. Meanwhile, Zau al-Makan came to himself and saw that the moon had reached the middle Heavens; the breath of the dawn breeze[FN#310] breathed upon him and his heart was moved to longing and sadness; so he cleared his throat and was about to recite verses, when the Fire man asked him,", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_26_burton_64kb_10.flac"}, {"text": "\"Go thou back and I will bring him to thee.", "start_byte": 383652, "end_byte": 383695, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 162.35500366210937, "cut_end_time": 165.11006616210938, "narration": {"text": " So the Eunuch left him and went his ways; and, going in to his mistress, told her all this and said to her,", "cut_start_time": 166.50500183105467, "cut_end_time": 175.0000643310547, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_26_burton_64kb_11.flac"}, "context": "\" \"By Allah,\" replied the Fireman, \"I tell thee the truth!: some passer by, some wayfarer must have recited the verses and disturbed me and kept me awake; Allah requite him!\" Quoth the Eunuch, \"If thou happen upon him, point him out to me and I will lay hands on him and bring him to the door of our lady's litter[FN#309] or do thou take him with thine own hand.\" Said the Fireman, <|quote_start|>\"Go thou back and I will bring him to thee.\"<|quote_end|> So the Eunuch left him and went his ways; and, going in to his mistress, told her all this and said to her, \"None knoweth who it was; it must have been some passer by, some wayfarer.\" And she was silent. Meanwhile, Zau al-Makan came to himself and saw that the moon had reached the middle Heavens; the breath of the dawn breeze[FN#310] breathed upon him and his heart was moved to longing and sadness; so he cleared his throat and was about to recite verses, when the Fire man asked him,", "narrative_information_pred": {"Said": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_26_burton_64kb_11.flac"}, {"text": "\"None knoweth who it was; it must have been some passer by, some wayfarer.", "start_byte": 383805, "end_byte": 383879, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 175.79500610351562, "cut_end_time": 181.4600061035156, "narration": {"text": " So the Eunuch left him and went his ways; and, going in to his mistress, told her all this and said to her,", "cut_start_time": 166.50500183105467, "cut_end_time": 175.0000643310547, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_26_burton_64kb_12.flac"}, "context": "\" Quoth the Eunuch, \"If thou happen upon him, point him out to me and I will lay hands on him and bring him to the door of our lady's litter[FN#309] or do thou take him with thine own hand.\" Said the Fireman, \"Go thou back and I will bring him to thee.\" So the Eunuch left him and went his ways; and, going in to his mistress, told her all this and said to her, <|quote_start|>\"None knoweth who it was; it must have been some passer by, some wayfarer.\"<|quote_end|> And she was silent. Meanwhile, Zau al-Makan came to himself and saw that the moon had reached the middle Heavens; the breath of the dawn breeze[FN#310] breathed upon him and his heart was moved to longing and sadness; so he cleared his throat and was about to recite verses, when the Fire man asked him, \"What wilt thou do?\" Answered Zau al-Makan, \"I have a mind to repeat somewhat of poetry, that I may quench therewith the fire of my heart", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_26_burton_64kb_12.flac"}, {"text": "\"What wilt thou do?", "start_byte": 384185, "end_byte": 384204, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 209.2350048828125, "cut_end_time": 210.4000673828125, "narration": {"text": " So the Eunuch left him and went his ways; and, going in to his mistress, told her all this and said to her,", "cut_start_time": 166.50500183105467, "cut_end_time": 175.0000643310547, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_26_burton_64kb_13.flac"}, "context": "\" So the Eunuch left him and went his ways; and, going in to his mistress, told her all this and said to her, \"None knoweth who it was; it must have been some passer by, some wayfarer.\" And she was silent. Meanwhile, Zau al-Makan came to himself and saw that the moon had reached the middle Heavens; the breath of the dawn breeze[FN#310] breathed upon him and his heart was moved to longing and sadness; so he cleared his throat and was about to recite verses, when the Fire man asked him, <|quote_start|>\"What wilt thou do?\"<|quote_end|> Answered Zau al-Makan, \"I have a mind to repeat somewhat of poetry, that I may quench therewith the fire of my heart.\" Quoth the other, \"Thou knowest not what befel me whilst thou wast a faint, and how I escaped death only by beguiling the Eunuch.\" \"Tell me what happened,\" quoth Zau al-Makan. Replied the Stoker, \"Whilst thou wast aswoon there came up to me but now an Eunuch, with a long staff of almond tree wood in his hand, who took to looking in all the people's faces, as they lay asleep, and asked me who it was recited the verses, finding none awake but myself. I told him in reply it was some passerby, some wayfarer; so he went away and Allah delivered me from him; else had he killed me. But first he said to me, 'If thou hear him again, bring him to us.", "narrative_information_pred": {"asked": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_26_burton_64kb_13.flac"}, {"text": "\"I have a mind to repeat somewhat of poetry, that I may quench therewith the fire of my heart.", "start_byte": 384229, "end_byte": 384323, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 213.53500183105467, "cut_end_time": 220.13006433105468, "narration": {"text": " So the Eunuch left him and went his ways; and, going in to his mistress, told her all this and said to her,", "cut_start_time": 166.50500183105467, "cut_end_time": 175.0000643310547, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_26_burton_64kb_14.flac"}, "context": "\"None knoweth who it was; it must have been some passer by, some wayfarer.\" And she was silent. Meanwhile, Zau al-Makan came to himself and saw that the moon had reached the middle Heavens; the breath of the dawn breeze[FN#310] breathed upon him and his heart was moved to longing and sadness; so he cleared his throat and was about to recite verses, when the Fire man asked him, \"What wilt thou do?\" Answered Zau al-Makan, <|quote_start|>\"I have a mind to repeat somewhat of poetry, that I may quench therewith the fire of my heart.\"<|quote_end|> Quoth the other, \"Thou knowest not what befel me whilst thou wast a faint, and how I escaped death only by beguiling the Eunuch.\" \"Tell me what happened,\" quoth Zau al-Makan. Replied the Stoker, \"Whilst thou wast aswoon there came up to me but now an Eunuch, with a long staff of almond tree wood in his hand, who took to looking in all the people's faces, as they lay asleep, and asked me who it was recited the verses, finding none awake but myself. I told him in reply it was some passerby, some wayfarer; so he went away and Allah delivered me from him; else had he killed me. But first he said to me, 'If thou hear him again, bring him to us.", "narrative_information_pred": {"Answered": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_26_burton_64kb_14.flac"}, {"text": "\"Thou knowest not what befel me whilst thou wast a faint, and how I escaped death only by beguiling the Eunuch.", "start_byte": 384342, "end_byte": 384453, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 222.80499389648438, "cut_end_time": 230.91011889648436, "narration": {"text": " So the Eunuch left him and went his ways; and, going in to his mistress, told her all this and said to her,", "cut_start_time": 166.50500183105467, "cut_end_time": 175.0000643310547, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_26_burton_64kb_15.flac"}, "context": "\" And she was silent. Meanwhile, Zau al-Makan came to himself and saw that the moon had reached the middle Heavens; the breath of the dawn breeze[FN#310] breathed upon him and his heart was moved to longing and sadness; so he cleared his throat and was about to recite verses, when the Fire man asked him, \"What wilt thou do?\" Answered Zau al-Makan, \"I have a mind to repeat somewhat of poetry, that I may quench therewith the fire of my heart.\" Quoth the other, <|quote_start|>\"Thou knowest not what befel me whilst thou wast a faint, and how I escaped death only by beguiling the Eunuch.\"<|quote_end|> \"Tell me what happened,\" quoth Zau al-Makan. Replied the Stoker, \"Whilst thou wast aswoon there came up to me but now an Eunuch, with a long staff of almond tree wood in his hand, who took to looking in all the people's faces, as they lay asleep, and asked me who it was recited the verses, finding none awake but myself. I told him in reply it was some passerby, some wayfarer; so he went away and Allah delivered me from him; else had he killed me. But first he said to me, 'If thou hear him again, bring him to us.", "narrative_information_pred": {"quoth": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_26_burton_64kb_15.flac"}, {"text": "\"Tell me what happened,", "start_byte": 384455, "end_byte": 384478, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 232.1450012207031, "cut_end_time": 233.26006372070313, "narration": {"text": " So the Eunuch left him and went his ways; and, going in to his mistress, told her all this and said to her,", "cut_start_time": 166.50500183105467, "cut_end_time": 175.0000643310547, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_26_burton_64kb_16.flac"}, "context": "\" And she was silent. Meanwhile, Zau al-Makan came to himself and saw that the moon had reached the middle Heavens; the breath of the dawn breeze[FN#310] breathed upon him and his heart was moved to longing and sadness; so he cleared his throat and was about to recite verses, when the Fire man asked him, \"What wilt thou do?\" Answered Zau al-Makan, \"I have a mind to repeat somewhat of poetry, that I may quench therewith the fire of my heart.\" Quoth the other, \"Thou knowest not what befel me whilst thou wast a faint, and how I escaped death only by beguiling the Eunuch.\" <|quote_start|>\"Tell me what happened,\"<|quote_end|> quoth Zau al-Makan. Replied the Stoker, \"Whilst thou wast aswoon there came up to me but now an Eunuch, with a long staff of almond tree wood in his hand, who took to looking in all the people's faces, as they lay asleep, and asked me who it was recited the verses, finding none awake but myself. I told him in reply it was some passerby, some wayfarer; so he went away and Allah delivered me from him; else had he killed me. But first he said to me, 'If thou hear him again, bring him to us.", "narrative_information_pred": {"quoth": {"id": "3", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_26_burton_64kb_16.flac"}, {"text": "\"Who is it would forbid me to recite? I will surely recite, befal me what may; for I am near mine own land and care for none.", "start_byte": 385022, "end_byte": 385147, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 282.4850036621094, "cut_end_time": 292.8500661621094, "narration": {"text": "] Then grief moved him and he threw off concealment and began repeating these couplets,", "cut_start_time": 354.9649890136719, "cut_end_time": 360.7800515136719, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_26_burton_64kb_17.flac"}, "context": "\"Whilst thou wast aswoon there came up to me but now an Eunuch, with a long staff of almond tree wood in his hand, who took to looking in all the people's faces, as they lay asleep, and asked me who it was recited the verses, finding none awake but myself. I told him in reply it was some passerby, some wayfarer; so he went away and Allah delivered me from him; else had he killed me. But first he said to me, 'If thou hear him again, bring him to us.'\" When Zau al-Makan heard this he wept and said, <|quote_start|>\"Who is it would forbid me to recite? I will surely recite, befal me what may; for I am near mine own land and care for none.\"<|quote_end|> Rejoined the Fireman, \"Thy design is naught save to lose thy life;\" and Zau al-Makan retorted, \"Needs must I recite verses.\" \"Verily,\" said the Stoker, \"needs must there be a parting between me and thee in this place, albeit;I had intended not to leave thee, till I had brought thee to thy native city and reunited thee with thy mother and father. Thou hast now tarried with me a year and a half and I have never harmed thee in aught. What ails thee, then, that thou must needs recite verses, seeing that we are tired out with walking and watching and all the folk are asleep, for they require sleep to rest them of their fatigue", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_26_burton_64kb_17.flac"}, {"text": "\"Thy design is naught save to lose thy life;", "start_byte": 385171, "end_byte": 385215, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 295.985009765625, "cut_end_time": 299.630009765625, "narration": {"text": "] Then grief moved him and he threw off concealment and began repeating these couplets,", "cut_start_time": 354.9649890136719, "cut_end_time": 360.7800515136719, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_26_burton_64kb_18.flac"}, "context": "\"Whilst thou wast aswoon there came up to me but now an Eunuch, with a long staff of almond tree wood in his hand, who took to looking in all the people's faces, as they lay asleep, and asked me who it was recited the verses, finding none awake but myself. I told him in reply it was some passerby, some wayfarer; so he went away and Allah delivered me from him; else had he killed me. But first he said to me, 'If thou hear him again, bring him to us.'\" When Zau al-Makan heard this he wept and said, \"Who is it would forbid me to recite? I will surely recite, befal me what may; for I am near mine own land and care for none.\" Rejoined the Fireman, <|quote_start|>\"Thy design is naught save to lose thy life;\"<|quote_end|> and Zau al-Makan retorted, \"Needs must I recite verses.\" \"Verily,\" said the Stoker, \"needs must there be a parting between me and thee in this place, albeit;I had intended not to leave thee, till I had brought thee to thy native city and reunited thee with thy mother and father. Thou hast now tarried with me a year and a half and I have never harmed thee in aught. What ails thee, then, that thou must needs recite verses, seeing that we are tired out with walking and watching and all the folk are asleep, for they require sleep to rest them of their fatigue", "narrative_information_pred": {"rejoined": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_26_burton_64kb_18.flac"}, {"text": "\"Needs must I recite verses.", "start_byte": 385244, "end_byte": 385272, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 303.2450085449219, "cut_end_time": 305.4800710449219, "narration": {"text": "] Then grief moved him and he threw off concealment and began repeating these couplets,", "cut_start_time": 354.9649890136719, "cut_end_time": 360.7800515136719, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_26_burton_64kb_19.flac"}, "context": "\"Whilst thou wast aswoon there came up to me but now an Eunuch, with a long staff of almond tree wood in his hand, who took to looking in all the people's faces, as they lay asleep, and asked me who it was recited the verses, finding none awake but myself. I told him in reply it was some passerby, some wayfarer; so he went away and Allah delivered me from him; else had he killed me. But first he said to me, 'If thou hear him again, bring him to us.'\" When Zau al-Makan heard this he wept and said, \"Who is it would forbid me to recite? I will surely recite, befal me what may; for I am near mine own land and care for none.\" Rejoined the Fireman, \"Thy design is naught save to lose thy life;\" and Zau al-Makan retorted, <|quote_start|>\"Needs must I recite verses.\"<|quote_end|> \"Verily,\" said the Stoker, \"needs must there be a parting between me and thee in this place, albeit;I had intended not to leave thee, till I had brought thee to thy native city and reunited thee with thy mother and father. Thou hast now tarried with me a year and a half and I have never harmed thee in aught. What ails thee, then, that thou must needs recite verses, seeing that we are tired out with walking and watching and all the folk are asleep, for they require sleep to rest them of their fatigue", "narrative_information_pred": {"retorted": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_26_burton_64kb_19.flac"}, {"text": "\"I will not be turned away from my purpose.\"[FN#31", "start_byte": 385808, "end_byte": 385858, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 351.32499145507813, "cut_end_time": 353.87005395507816, "narration": {"text": "] Then grief moved him and he threw off concealment and began repeating these couplets,", "cut_start_time": 354.9649890136719, "cut_end_time": 360.7800515136719, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_26_burton_64kb_20.flac"}, "context": "\"needs must there be a parting between me and thee in this place, albeit;I had intended not to leave thee, till I had brought thee to thy native city and reunited thee with thy mother and father. Thou hast now tarried with me a year and a half and I have never harmed thee in aught. What ails thee, then, that thou must needs recite verses, seeing that we are tired out with walking and watching and all the folk are asleep, for they require sleep to rest them of their fatigue?\" But Zau al-Makan answered, <|quote_start|>\"I will not be turned away from my purpose.\"[FN#311<|quote_end|>] Then grief moved him and he threw off concealment and began repeating these couplets,\n\n\"Stand thou by the homes and hail the lords of the ruined stead; * Cry thou for an answer, belike reply to thee shall be sped: If the night and absence irk thy spirit kindle a torch * Wi' repine; and illuminate the gloom with a gleaming greed: If the snake of the sand dunes hiss, I shall marvel not at all! * Let him bite so I bite those beauteous lips of the luscious red: O Eden, my soul hath fled in despite of the maid I love: * Had I lost hope of Heaven my heart in despair were dead.\"", "narrative_information_pred": {"answered": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_26_burton_64kb_20.flac"}, {"text": "\"Beware how thou come back to me and report, I could not find him.", "start_byte": 387858, "end_byte": 387924, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 528.74498046875, "cut_end_time": 533.47010546875, "narration": {"text": " \u2014 And Shahrazad perceived the dawn of day and ceased saying her permitted say.", "cut_start_time": 507.28501464843754, "cut_end_time": 512.3700771484375, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_26_burton_64kb_21.flac"}, "context": "\"Woe to thee! He who recited the first time hath recited a second time and I heard him hard by. By Allah, an thou fetch him not to me, I will assuredly rouse the Chamberlain on thee, and he shall beat thee and cast thee out. But take these hundred dinars and give them to the singer and bring him to me gently, and do him no hurt. If he refuse, hand to him this purse of a thousand dinars, then leave him and return to me and tell me, after thou hast informed thyself of his place and his calling and what countryman he is. Return quickly and linger not.\" \u2014 And Shahrazad perceived the dawn of day and ceased saying her permitted say.\n\nWhen it was the Seventy-third Night,\n\nShe said, It hath reached me, O auspicious King, that Nuzhat al- Zaman sent the Eunuch to make enquiries concerning the singer and said, <|quote_start|>\"Beware how thou come back to me and report, I could not find him.\"<|quote_end|> So the Eunuch went out and laid about the people and trod in their tents, but found none awake, all being asleep for weariness, till he came to the Stoker and saw him sitting up, with his head uncovered. So he drew near and seizing him by the hand, said to him, \"It was thou didst recite the verses!\" The Fireman was afeard for his life and replied, \"No, by Allah, O chief of the people, it was not I", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_26_burton_64kb_21.flac"}, {"text": "\"It was thou didst recite the verses!", "start_byte": 388188, "end_byte": 388225, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 556.704990234375, "cut_end_time": 559.130115234375, "narration": {"text": " \u2014 And Shahrazad perceived the dawn of day and ceased saying her permitted say.", "cut_start_time": 507.28501464843754, "cut_end_time": 512.3700771484375, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_26_burton_64kb_22.flac"}, "context": "She said, It hath reached me, O auspicious King, that Nuzhat al- Zaman sent the Eunuch to make enquiries concerning the singer and said, \"Beware how thou come back to me and report, I could not find him.\" So the Eunuch went out and laid about the people and trod in their tents, but found none awake, all being asleep for weariness, till he came to the Stoker and saw him sitting up, with his head uncovered. So he drew near and seizing him by the hand, said to him, <|quote_start|>\"It was thou didst recite the verses!\"<|quote_end|> The Fireman was afeard for his life and replied, \"No, by Allah, O chief of the people, it was not I!\" But the Eunuch said, \"I will not leave thee till thou show me who it was that recited the verses, for I dread returning to my lady without him.\" Now when the Fireman heard these words he feared for Zau al-Makan and wept with exceeding weeping and said to the Eunuch, \"By Allah, it was not I, and I know him not. I only heard some passer by, some wayfarer, recite verses: so do not thou commit sin on me, for I am a stranger and come from the Holy City of Jerusalem; and Abraham, the friend of Allah, be with you all", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_26_burton_64kb_22.flac"}, {"text": "\"No, by Allah, O chief of the people, it was not I!", "start_byte": 388276, "end_byte": 388327, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 564.8349975585937, "cut_end_time": 568.7501225585937, "narration": {"text": " Now when the Fireman heard these words he feared for Zau al-Makan and wept with exceeding weeping and said to the Eunuch,", "cut_start_time": 581.9650024414062, "cut_end_time": 589.9400649414063, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_26_burton_64kb_23.flac"}, "context": "\"Beware how thou come back to me and report, I could not find him.\" So the Eunuch went out and laid about the people and trod in their tents, but found none awake, all being asleep for weariness, till he came to the Stoker and saw him sitting up, with his head uncovered. So he drew near and seizing him by the hand, said to him, \"It was thou didst recite the verses!\" The Fireman was afeard for his life and replied, <|quote_start|>\"No, by Allah, O chief of the people, it was not I!\"<|quote_end|> But the Eunuch said, \"I will not leave thee till thou show me who it was that recited the verses, for I dread returning to my lady without him.\" Now when the Fireman heard these words he feared for Zau al-Makan and wept with exceeding weeping and said to the Eunuch, \"By Allah, it was not I, and I know him not. I only heard some passer by, some wayfarer, recite verses: so do not thou commit sin on me, for I am a stranger and come from the Holy City of Jerusalem; and Abraham, the friend of Allah, be with you all", "narrative_information_pred": {"replied": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_26_burton_64kb_23.flac"}, {"text": "\"I will not leave thee till thou show me who it was that recited the verses, for I dread returning to my lady without him.", "start_byte": 388350, "end_byte": 388472, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 571.574990234375, "cut_end_time": 580.250115234375, "narration": {"text": " Now when the Fireman heard these words he feared for Zau al-Makan and wept with exceeding weeping and said to the Eunuch,", "cut_start_time": 581.9650024414062, "cut_end_time": 589.9400649414063, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_26_burton_64kb_24.flac"}, "context": "\" So the Eunuch went out and laid about the people and trod in their tents, but found none awake, all being asleep for weariness, till he came to the Stoker and saw him sitting up, with his head uncovered. So he drew near and seizing him by the hand, said to him, \"It was thou didst recite the verses!\" The Fireman was afeard for his life and replied, \"No, by Allah, O chief of the people, it was not I!\" But the Eunuch said, <|quote_start|>\"I will not leave thee till thou show me who it was that recited the verses, for I dread returning to my lady without him.\"<|quote_end|> Now when the Fireman heard these words he feared for Zau al-Makan and wept with exceeding weeping and said to the Eunuch, \"By Allah, it was not I, and I know him not. I only heard some passer by, some wayfarer, recite verses: so do not thou commit sin on me, for I am a stranger and come from the Holy City of Jerusalem; and Abraham, the friend of Allah, be with you all.\" \"Rise up and fare with me", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_26_burton_64kb_24.flac"}, {"text": "\"Rise up and fare with me,", "start_byte": 388847, "end_byte": 388873, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 613.3849780273438, "cut_end_time": 614.9500405273437, "narration": {"text": " Now when the Fireman heard these words he feared for Zau al-Makan and wept with exceeding weeping and said to the Eunuch,", "cut_start_time": 581.9650024414062, "cut_end_time": 589.9400649414063, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_26_burton_64kb_25.flac"}, "context": "\"I will not leave thee till thou show me who it was that recited the verses, for I dread returning to my lady without him.\" Now when the Fireman heard these words he feared for Zau al-Makan and wept with exceeding weeping and said to the Eunuch, \"By Allah, it was not I, and I know him not. I only heard some passer by, some wayfarer, recite verses: so do not thou commit sin on me, for I am a stranger and come from the Holy City of Jerusalem; and Abraham, the friend of Allah, be with you all.\" <|quote_start|>\"Rise up and fare with me,\"<|quote_end|> rejoined the Eunuch, \"and tell my lady this with thine own mouth, for I have seen none awake save thyself.\" Quoth the Stoker, \"Hast thou not come and seen me sitting in the place where I now am, and dost thou not know my station? Thou wottest none can stir from his place, except the watchman seize him. So go thou to thy station and if thou again meet any one after this hour reciting aught of poetry, whether he be near or far, it will be I or some one I know, and thou shalt not learn of him but by me", "narrative_information_pred": {"rejoined": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_26_burton_64kb_25.flac"}, {"text": "\"and tell my lady this with thine own mouth, for I have seen none awake save thyself.", "start_byte": 388896, "end_byte": 388981, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 616.6450244140625, "cut_end_time": 622.9100869140625, "narration": {"text": " Now when the Fireman heard these words he feared for Zau al-Makan and wept with exceeding weeping and said to the Eunuch,", "cut_start_time": 581.9650024414062, "cut_end_time": 589.9400649414063, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_26_burton_64kb_26.flac"}, "context": "\" Now when the Fireman heard these words he feared for Zau al-Makan and wept with exceeding weeping and said to the Eunuch, \"By Allah, it was not I, and I know him not. I only heard some passer by, some wayfarer, recite verses: so do not thou commit sin on me, for I am a stranger and come from the Holy City of Jerusalem; and Abraham, the friend of Allah, be with you all.\" \"Rise up and fare with me,\" rejoined the Eunuch, <|quote_start|>\"and tell my lady this with thine own mouth, for I have seen none awake save thyself.\"<|quote_end|> Quoth the Stoker, \"Hast thou not come and seen me sitting in the place where I now am, and dost thou not know my station? Thou wottest none can stir from his place, except the watchman seize him. So go thou to thy station and if thou again meet any one after this hour reciting aught of poetry, whether he be near or far, it will be I or some one I know, and thou shalt not learn of him but by me", "narrative_information_pred": {"rejoined": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_26_burton_64kb_26.flac"}, {"text": "\"Come, sit up, that I may tell thee what hath happened.", "start_byte": 389681, "end_byte": 389736, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 685.2549731445313, "cut_end_time": 689.4700981445312, "narration": {"text": " Now when the Fireman heard these words he feared for Zau al-Makan and wept with exceeding weeping and said to the Eunuch,", "cut_start_time": 581.9650024414062, "cut_end_time": 589.9400649414063, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_26_burton_64kb_27.flac"}, "context": "\"Hast thou not come and seen me sitting in the place where I now am, and dost thou not know my station? Thou wottest none can stir from his place, except the watchman seize him. So go thou to thy station and if thou again meet any one after this hour reciting aught of poetry, whether he be near or far, it will be I or some one I know, and thou shalt not learn of him but by me.\" Then he kissed the Eunuch's head and spake him fair till he went away; but the Castrato fetched a round and, returning secretly, came and stood behind the Fireman, fearing to go back to his mistress without tidings. As soon as he was gone, the Stoker arose and aroused Zau al-Makan and said to him, <|quote_start|>\"Come, sit up, that I may tell thee what hath happened.\"<|quote_end|> So Zau al-Makan sat up, and his companion told him what had passed, and he answered, \"Let me alone; I will take no heed of this and I care for none, for I am mine own country.\"[FN#313] Quoth the Stoker, \"Why wilt thou obey thy flesh and the devil? If thou fear no one, I fear for thee and for my life, so Allah upon thee! recite nothing more of verses till thou come to thine own land. Indeed, I had not deemed thee so ill conditioned. Dost thou not know that this lady is the wife; of the Chamberlain and is minded to chastise thee for disturbing her? Belike, she is ill or restless for fatigue of the journey and the distance of the place from her home, and this is the second time she hath sent the Eunuch to look for thee", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_26_burton_64kb_27.flac"}, {"text": "\"Let me alone; I will take no heed of this and I care for none, for I am mine own country.\"[FN#31", "start_byte": 389823, "end_byte": 389920, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 697.9750146484375, "cut_end_time": 705.3600146484375, "narration": {"text": " However Zau al-Makan paid no heed to the Fireman's words but cried out a third time and began versifying with these couplets,", "cut_start_time": 753.1349829101563, "cut_end_time": 762.7900454101563, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_26_burton_64kb_28.flac"}, "context": "\" Then he kissed the Eunuch's head and spake him fair till he went away; but the Castrato fetched a round and, returning secretly, came and stood behind the Fireman, fearing to go back to his mistress without tidings. As soon as he was gone, the Stoker arose and aroused Zau al-Makan and said to him, \"Come, sit up, that I may tell thee what hath happened.\" So Zau al-Makan sat up, and his companion told him what had passed, and he answered, <|quote_start|>\"Let me alone; I will take no heed of this and I care for none, for I am mine own country.\"[FN#313<|quote_end|>] Quoth the Stoker, \"Why wilt thou obey thy flesh and the devil? If thou fear no one, I fear for thee and for my life, so Allah upon thee! recite nothing more of verses till thou come to thine own land. Indeed, I had not deemed thee so ill conditioned. Dost thou not know that this lady is the wife; of the Chamberlain and is minded to chastise thee for disturbing her? Belike, she is ill or restless for fatigue of the journey and the distance of the place from her home, and this is the second time she hath sent the Eunuch to look for thee", "narrative_information_pred": {"answered": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_26_burton_64kb_28.flac"}, {"text": "\"Peace be with thee, O my lord!", "start_byte": 391366, "end_byte": 391397, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 831.2449877929688, "cut_end_time": 833.2201127929687, "narration": {"text": " However Zau al-Makan paid no heed to the Fireman's words but cried out a third time and began versifying with these couplets,", "cut_start_time": 753.1349829101563, "cut_end_time": 762.7900454101563, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_26_burton_64kb_29.flac"}, "context": "\"I fly the carper's injury,* Whose carping sorely vexeth me: He chides and taunts me, wotting not * He burns me but more grievously. The blamer cries 'He is consoled!' * I say, 'My own dear land[FN#314] to see:' They ask, 'Why be that land so dear?' * I say, 'It taught me in love to be:' They ask, 'What raised its dignity?' * I say, 'What made my ignomy:' Whate'er the bitter cup I drain, * Far be fro' me that land to flee: Nor will I bow to those who blame, * And for such love would deal me shame.\n\nHardly had he made an end of his verses and come to a conclusion, when the Eunuch (who had heard him from his hiding place at his head) came up to him; whereupon the Fireman flea end stood afar off to see what passed between them. Then said the Eunuch to Zau al-Makan, <|quote_start|>\"Peace be with thee, O my lord!\"<|quote_end|> \"And on thee be peace,\" replied Zau al-Makan, \"and the mercy of Allah and His blessings!\" \"O my lord,\" continued the Eunuch \u2014 -And Shahrazad perceived the dawn of day and ceased to say her permitted say,\n\nWhen it was the Seventy-fourth Night,\n\nShe said, It hath reached me, O auspicious King, that the Eunuch said to Zau al-Makan, \"O my lord, I have sought thee these several times this night, for my mistress biddeth thee to her", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_26_burton_64kb_29.flac"}, {"text": "\"And on thee be peace,", "start_byte": 391399, "end_byte": 391421, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 834.1850097656251, "cut_end_time": 835.470072265625, "narration": {"text": " However Zau al-Makan paid no heed to the Fireman's words but cried out a third time and began versifying with these couplets,", "cut_start_time": 753.1349829101563, "cut_end_time": 762.7900454101563, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_26_burton_64kb_30.flac"}, "context": "\"I fly the carper's injury,* Whose carping sorely vexeth me: He chides and taunts me, wotting not * He burns me but more grievously. The blamer cries 'He is consoled!' * I say, 'My own dear land[FN#314] to see:' They ask, 'Why be that land so dear?' * I say, 'It taught me in love to be:' They ask, 'What raised its dignity?' * I say, 'What made my ignomy:' Whate'er the bitter cup I drain, * Far be fro' me that land to flee: Nor will I bow to those who blame, * And for such love would deal me shame.\n\nHardly had he made an end of his verses and come to a conclusion, when the Eunuch (who had heard him from his hiding place at his head) came up to him; whereupon the Fireman flea end stood afar off to see what passed between them. Then said the Eunuch to Zau al-Makan, \"Peace be with thee, O my lord!\" <|quote_start|>\"And on thee be peace,\"<|quote_end|> replied Zau al-Makan, \"and the mercy of Allah and His blessings!\" \"O my lord,\" continued the Eunuch \u2014 -And Shahrazad perceived the dawn of day and ceased to say her permitted say,\n\nWhen it was the Seventy-fourth Night,\n\nShe said, It hath reached me, O auspicious King, that the Eunuch said to Zau al-Makan, \"O my lord, I have sought thee these several times this night, for my mistress biddeth thee to her", "narrative_information_pred": {"replied": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_26_burton_64kb_30.flac"}, {"text": "\"and the mercy of Allah and His blessings!", "start_byte": 391445, "end_byte": 391487, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 837.1950219726563, "cut_end_time": 839.6300219726563, "narration": {"text": " However Zau al-Makan paid no heed to the Fireman's words but cried out a third time and began versifying with these couplets,", "cut_start_time": 753.1349829101563, "cut_end_time": 762.7900454101563, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_26_burton_64kb_31.flac"}, "context": "\"I fly the carper's injury,* Whose carping sorely vexeth me: He chides and taunts me, wotting not * He burns me but more grievously. The blamer cries 'He is consoled!' * I say, 'My own dear land[FN#314] to see:' They ask, 'Why be that land so dear?' * I say, 'It taught me in love to be:' They ask, 'What raised its dignity?' * I say, 'What made my ignomy:' Whate'er the bitter cup I drain, * Far be fro' me that land to flee: Nor will I bow to those who blame, * And for such love would deal me shame.\n\nHardly had he made an end of his verses and come to a conclusion, when the Eunuch (who had heard him from his hiding place at his head) came up to him; whereupon the Fireman flea end stood afar off to see what passed between them. Then said the Eunuch to Zau al-Makan, \"Peace be with thee, O my lord!\" \"And on thee be peace,\" replied Zau al-Makan, <|quote_start|>\"and the mercy of Allah and His blessings!\"<|quote_end|> \"O my lord,\" continued the Eunuch \u2014 -And Shahrazad perceived the dawn of day and ceased to say her permitted say,\n\nWhen it was the Seventy-fourth Night,\n\nShe said, It hath reached me, O auspicious King, that the Eunuch said to Zau al-Makan, \"O my lord, I have sought thee these several times this night, for my mistress biddeth thee to her.\" Quoth Zau al- Makan, \"And who be this bitch that seeketh for me? Allah curse her and curse her husband with her!\"[FN#3", "narrative_information_pred": {"replied": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_26_burton_64kb_31.flac"}, {"text": "\"O my lord, I have sought thee these several times this night, for my mistress biddeth thee to her.", "start_byte": 391730, "end_byte": 391829, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 862.5149731445313, "cut_end_time": 869.2700981445313, "narration": {"text": " And he ceased not following them till he approached their station,[FN#316] without any observing him. Then he stood still and said,", "cut_start_time": 951.7849853515626, "cut_end_time": 961.4601103515625, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_26_burton_64kb_32.flac"}, "context": "Hardly had he made an end of his verses and come to a conclusion, when the Eunuch (who had heard him from his hiding place at his head) came up to him; whereupon the Fireman flea end stood afar off to see what passed between them. Then said the Eunuch to Zau al-Makan, \"Peace be with thee, O my lord!\" \"And on thee be peace,\" replied Zau al-Makan, \"and the mercy of Allah and His blessings!\" \"O my lord,\" continued the Eunuch \u2014 -And Shahrazad perceived the dawn of day and ceased to say her permitted say,\n\nWhen it was the Seventy-fourth Night,\n\nShe said, It hath reached me, O auspicious King, that the Eunuch said to Zau al-Makan, <|quote_start|>\"O my lord, I have sought thee these several times this night, for my mistress biddeth thee to her.\"<|quote_end|> Quoth Zau al- Makan, \"And who be this bitch that seeketh for me? Allah curse her and curse her husband with her!\"[FN#315] And he began to revile the Eunuch, who could make him no answer, because his mistress had charged him to do Zau al-Makan no hurt, nor bring him save of his own especial free will; and, if he would not accompany him, to give him the thousand dinars. So the Castrato began to speak him fair and say to him,", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_26_burton_64kb_32.flac"}, {"text": "\"And who be this bitch that seeketh for me? Allah curse her and curse her husband with her!\"[FN#31", "start_byte": 391852, "end_byte": 391950, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 872.5849951171875, "cut_end_time": 879.1400576171875, "narration": {"text": " And he ceased not following them till he approached their station,[FN#316] without any observing him. Then he stood still and said,", "cut_start_time": 951.7849853515626, "cut_end_time": 961.4601103515625, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_26_burton_64kb_33.flac"}, "context": "\" \"O my lord,\" continued the Eunuch \u2014 -And Shahrazad perceived the dawn of day and ceased to say her permitted say,\n\nWhen it was the Seventy-fourth Night,\n\nShe said, It hath reached me, O auspicious King, that the Eunuch said to Zau al-Makan, \"O my lord, I have sought thee these several times this night, for my mistress biddeth thee to her.\" Quoth Zau al- Makan, <|quote_start|>\"And who be this bitch that seeketh for me? Allah curse her and curse her husband with her!\"[FN#315<|quote_end|>] And he began to revile the Eunuch, who could make him no answer, because his mistress had charged him to do Zau al-Makan no hurt, nor bring him save of his own especial free will; and, if he would not accompany him, to give him the thousand dinars. So the Castrato began to speak him fair and say to him, \"O my lord, take this purse and go with me. We will do thee no upright, O my son, nor wrong thee in aught; but our object is that thou bend thy gracious steps with me to my mistress, to receive her answer and return in weal and safety: and thou shalt have a handsome present as one who bringeth good news", "narrative_information_pred": {"Quoth": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_26_burton_64kb_33.flac"}, {"text": "\"Alas the pity of his youth! To-morrow they will hang him.", "start_byte": 392783, "end_byte": 392841, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 946.2449829101563, "cut_end_time": 950.6900454101562, "narration": {"text": " And he ceased not following them till he approached their station,[FN#316] without any observing him. Then he stood still and said,", "cut_start_time": 951.7849853515626, "cut_end_time": 961.4601103515625, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_26_burton_64kb_34.flac"}, "context": "\"O my lord, take this purse and go with me. We will do thee no upright, O my son, nor wrong thee in aught; but our object is that thou bend thy gracious steps with me to my mistress, to receive her answer and return in weal and safety: and thou shalt have a handsome present as one who bringeth good news.\" When Zau al- Makan heard this, he arose and went with the Eunuch and walked among the sleeping folk, stepping over them; whilst the Fireman followed after them from afar, and kept his eye upon him and said to himself, <|quote_start|>\"Alas the pity of his youth! To-morrow they will hang him.\"<|quote_end|> And he ceased not following them till he approached their station,[FN#316] without any observing him. Then he stood still and said, \"How base it will be of him, if he say it was I who bade him recite the verses!\" This was the case of the Stoker; but as regards what befel Zau al-Makan, he ceased not walking with the Eunuch till he reached his station and the Castrato went in to Nuzhat al-Zaman and said,", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_26_burton_64kb_34.flac"}, {"text": "\"How base it will be of him, if he say it was I who bade him recite the verses!", "start_byte": 392975, "end_byte": 393054, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 962.5350170898438, "cut_end_time": 968.0800795898438, "narration": {"text": " And he ceased not following them till he approached their station,[FN#316] without any observing him. Then he stood still and said,", "cut_start_time": 951.7849853515626, "cut_end_time": 961.4601103515625, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_26_burton_64kb_35.flac"}, "context": "\"O my lord, take this purse and go with me. We will do thee no upright, O my son, nor wrong thee in aught; but our object is that thou bend thy gracious steps with me to my mistress, to receive her answer and return in weal and safety: and thou shalt have a handsome present as one who bringeth good news.\" When Zau al- Makan heard this, he arose and went with the Eunuch and walked among the sleeping folk, stepping over them; whilst the Fireman followed after them from afar, and kept his eye upon him and said to himself, \"Alas the pity of his youth! To-morrow they will hang him.\" And he ceased not following them till he approached their station,[FN#316] without any observing him. Then he stood still and said, <|quote_start|>\"How base it will be of him, if he say it was I who bade him recite the verses!\"<|quote_end|> This was the case of the Stoker; but as regards what befel Zau al-Makan, he ceased not walking with the Eunuch till he reached his station and the Castrato went in to Nuzhat al-Zaman and said, \"O my lady, I have brought thee him whom thou soughtest, and he is a youth, fair of face and bearing the marks of wealth and gentle breeding.\" When she heard this, her heart fluttered and she cried, \"Let him recite some verses, that I may hear him near hand, and after ask him his name and his condition and his native land", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "2", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_26_burton_64kb_35.flac"}, {"text": "\"O my lady, I have brought thee him whom thou soughtest, and he is a youth, fair of face and bearing the marks of wealth and gentle breeding.", "start_byte": 393249, "end_byte": 393390, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 984.7350024414063, "cut_end_time": 995.5600649414063, "narration": {"text": " And he ceased not following them till he approached their station,[FN#316] without any observing him. Then he stood still and said,", "cut_start_time": 951.7849853515626, "cut_end_time": 961.4601103515625, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_26_burton_64kb_36.flac"}, "context": "\" And he ceased not following them till he approached their station,[FN#316] without any observing him. Then he stood still and said, \"How base it will be of him, if he say it was I who bade him recite the verses!\" This was the case of the Stoker; but as regards what befel Zau al-Makan, he ceased not walking with the Eunuch till he reached his station and the Castrato went in to Nuzhat al-Zaman and said, <|quote_start|>\"O my lady, I have brought thee him whom thou soughtest, and he is a youth, fair of face and bearing the marks of wealth and gentle breeding.\"<|quote_end|> When she heard this, her heart fluttered and she cried, \"Let him recite some verses, that I may hear him near hand, and after ask him his name and his condition and his native land.\" Then the Eunuch went out to Zau al-Makan and said to him, \"Recite what verses thou knowest, for my lady is here hard by, listening to thee, and after I will ask thee of thy name and thy native country and thy condition.\" Replied he,", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_26_burton_64kb_36.flac"}, {"text": "\"Let him recite some verses, that I may hear him near hand, and after ask him his name and his condition and his native land.", "start_byte": 393448, "end_byte": 393573, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 1001.6150073242188, "cut_end_time": 1011.7800698242188, "narration": {"text": " When she heard this, her heart fluttered and she cried,", "cut_start_time": 996.8650073242188, "cut_end_time": 1000.8300698242188, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_26_burton_64kb_37.flac"}, "context": "\" This was the case of the Stoker; but as regards what befel Zau al-Makan, he ceased not walking with the Eunuch till he reached his station and the Castrato went in to Nuzhat al-Zaman and said, \"O my lady, I have brought thee him whom thou soughtest, and he is a youth, fair of face and bearing the marks of wealth and gentle breeding.\" When she heard this, her heart fluttered and she cried, <|quote_start|>\"Let him recite some verses, that I may hear him near hand, and after ask him his name and his condition and his native land.\"<|quote_end|> Then the Eunuch went out to Zau al-Makan and said to him, \"Recite what verses thou knowest, for my lady is here hard by, listening to thee, and after I will ask thee of thy name and thy native country and thy condition.\" Replied he, \"With love and gladness but, an thou ask my name, it is erased and my trace is unplaced and my body a waste. I have a story, the beginning of which is not known nor can the end of it be shown, and behold, I am even as one who hath exceeded in wine drinking and who hath not spared himself; one who is afflicted with distempers and who wandereth from his right mind, being perplexed about his case and drowned in the sea of thought", "narrative_information_pred": {"cried": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_26_burton_64kb_37.flac"}, {"text": "\"Recite what verses thou knowest, for my lady is here hard by, listening to thee, and after I will ask thee of thy name and thy native country and thy condition.", "start_byte": 393633, "end_byte": 393794, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 1017.9350097656251, "cut_end_time": 1030.290072265625, "narration": {"text": " When Nuzhat al-Zaman heard this, she broke out into excessive weeping and sobbing, and said to the Eunuch,", "cut_start_time": 1072.1249755859374, "cut_end_time": 1079.3401005859373, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_26_burton_64kb_38.flac"}, "context": "\" This was the case of the Stoker; but as regards what befel Zau al-Makan, he ceased not walking with the Eunuch till he reached his station and the Castrato went in to Nuzhat al-Zaman and said, \"O my lady, I have brought thee him whom thou soughtest, and he is a youth, fair of face and bearing the marks of wealth and gentle breeding.\" When she heard this, her heart fluttered and she cried, \"Let him recite some verses, that I may hear him near hand, and after ask him his name and his condition and his native land.\" Then the Eunuch went out to Zau al-Makan and said to him, <|quote_start|>\"Recite what verses thou knowest, for my lady is here hard by, listening to thee, and after I will ask thee of thy name and thy native country and thy condition.\"<|quote_end|> Replied he, \"With love and gladness but, an thou ask my name, it is erased and my trace is unplaced and my body a waste. I have a story, the beginning of which is not known nor can the end of it be shown, and behold, I am even as one who hath exceeded in wine drinking and who hath not spared himself; one who is afflicted with distempers and who wandereth from his right mind, being perplexed about his case and drowned in the sea of thought", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_26_burton_64kb_38.flac"}, {"text": "\"Ask him if he have parted from one he loveth even as his mother or father.", "start_byte": 394348, "end_byte": 394423, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 1080.2050439453124, "cut_end_time": 1086.3300439453124, "narration": {"text": " When Nuzhat al-Zaman heard this, she broke out into excessive weeping and sobbing, and said to the Eunuch,", "cut_start_time": 1072.1249755859374, "cut_end_time": 1079.3401005859373, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_26_burton_64kb_39.flac"}, "context": "\"With love and gladness but, an thou ask my name, it is erased and my trace is unplaced and my body a waste. I have a story, the beginning of which is not known nor can the end of it be shown, and behold, I am even as one who hath exceeded in wine drinking and who hath not spared himself; one who is afflicted with distempers and who wandereth from his right mind, being perplexed about his case and drowned in the sea of thought.\" When Nuzhat al-Zaman heard this, she broke out into excessive weeping and sobbing, and said to the Eunuch, <|quote_start|>\"Ask him if he have parted from one he loveth even as his mother or father.\"<|quote_end|> The Castrato asked as she bade him, and Zau al-Makan replied, \"Yes, I have parted from every one I loved: but the dearest of all to me was my sister, from whom Fate hath separated me.\" When Nuzhat al- Zaman heard this, she exclaimed, \"Allah Almighty reunite him with what he loveth!\" \u2014 And Shahrazad perceived the dawn of day and ceased saying her permitted say.\n\nWhen it was the Seventy-fifth Night,", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_26_burton_64kb_39.flac"}, {"text": "\"Yes, I have parted from every one I loved: but the dearest of all to me was my sister, from whom Fate hath separated me.", "start_byte": 394487, "end_byte": 394608, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 1093.0850488281249, "cut_end_time": 1103.2200488281248, "narration": {"text": " The Castrato asked as she bade him, and Zau al-Makan replied,", "cut_start_time": 1087.70498046875, "cut_end_time": 1092.4501054687498, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_26_burton_64kb_40.flac"}, "context": "\"With love and gladness but, an thou ask my name, it is erased and my trace is unplaced and my body a waste. I have a story, the beginning of which is not known nor can the end of it be shown, and behold, I am even as one who hath exceeded in wine drinking and who hath not spared himself; one who is afflicted with distempers and who wandereth from his right mind, being perplexed about his case and drowned in the sea of thought.\" When Nuzhat al-Zaman heard this, she broke out into excessive weeping and sobbing, and said to the Eunuch, \"Ask him if he have parted from one he loveth even as his mother or father.\" The Castrato asked as she bade him, and Zau al-Makan replied, <|quote_start|>\"Yes, I have parted from every one I loved: but the dearest of all to me was my sister, from whom Fate hath separated me.\"<|quote_end|> When Nuzhat al- Zaman heard this, she exclaimed, \"Allah Almighty reunite him with what he loveth!\" \u2014 And Shahrazad perceived the dawn of day and ceased saying her permitted say.\n\nWhen it was the Seventy-fifth Night,\n\nShe said, It hath reached me, O auspicious King, that when Nuzhat al-Zaman heard his words she said, \"Allah reunite him with what he loveth!\" Then quoth she to the Eunuch,", "narrative_information_pred": {"replied": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_26_burton_64kb_40.flac"}, {"text": "\"Allah Almighty reunite him with what he loveth!", "start_byte": 394659, "end_byte": 394707, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 1109.005048828125, "cut_end_time": 1112.540111328125, "narration": {"text": " When Nuzhat al- Zaman heard this, she exclaimed,", "cut_start_time": 1105.08498046875, "cut_end_time": 1108.33010546875, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_26_burton_64kb_41.flac"}, "context": "\" When Nuzhat al-Zaman heard this, she broke out into excessive weeping and sobbing, and said to the Eunuch, \"Ask him if he have parted from one he loveth even as his mother or father.\" The Castrato asked as she bade him, and Zau al-Makan replied, \"Yes, I have parted from every one I loved: but the dearest of all to me was my sister, from whom Fate hath separated me.\" When Nuzhat al- Zaman heard this, she exclaimed, <|quote_start|>\"Allah Almighty reunite him with what he loveth!\"<|quote_end|> \u2014 And Shahrazad perceived the dawn of day and ceased saying her permitted say.\n\nWhen it was the Seventy-fifth Night,\n\nShe said, It hath reached me, O auspicious King, that when Nuzhat al-Zaman heard his words she said, \"Allah reunite him with what he loveth!\" Then quoth she to the Eunuch, \"Tell him to let me hear somewhat anent his separation from his countrymen and his country.\" The Eunuch did so, and Zau al-Makan sighed heavily and began repeating these couplets,[FN#317]", "narrative_information_pred": {"exclaimed": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_26_burton_64kb_41.flac"}]}

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O Zau al-Makan!", "start_byte": 396283, "end_byte": 396313, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 156.1650048828125, "cut_end_time": 158.8000048828125, "narration": {"text": " The Eunuch did so, and Zau al-Makan sighed heavily and began repeating these couplets,[FN#317]", "cut_start_time": 52.8450016784668, "cut_end_time": 59.380064178466796, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_27_burton_64kb_2.flac"}, "context": "\"I vow to Allah if at home I sight * My sister Nuzhat al-Zamani hight I'll pass the days in joyance and delight * Mid bashful minions, maidens soft and white: To sound of harps in various modes they smite * Draining the bowl, while eyes rain lively light 'Neath half closed lids, a sipping lips red bright * By stream bank flowing through my garden site.\"\n\nWhen he had finished his verse, Nuzhat al-Zaman lifted up a skirt of the litter curtain and looked at him. 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O Nuzhat al-Zaman!", "start_byte": 396365, "end_byte": 396397, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 164.53500732421875, "cut_end_time": 167.80000732421874, "narration": {"text": " He also looked at her and knew her and cried out,", "cut_start_time": 160.11499755859376, "cut_end_time": 164.02012255859376, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_27_burton_64kb_3.flac"}, "context": "\"I vow to Allah if at home I sight * My sister Nuzhat al-Zamani hight I'll pass the days in joyance and delight * Mid bashful minions, maidens soft and white: To sound of harps in various modes they smite * Draining the bowl, while eyes rain lively light 'Neath half closed lids, a sipping lips red bright * By stream bank flowing through my garden site.\"\n\nWhen he had finished his verse, Nuzhat al-Zaman lifted up a skirt of the litter curtain and looked at him. As soon as her eyes fell on his face, she knew him for certain and cried out, \"O my brother! O Zau al-Makan!\" He also looked at her and knew her and cried out, <|quote_start|>\"O my sister! O Nuzhat al-Zaman!\"<|quote_end|> Then she threw herself upon him and he gathered her to his bosom and the twain fell down in a fainting-fit. When the Eunuch saw this case, he wondered at them; and throwing over them somewhat to cover them, waited till they should recover. After a while they came to themselves, and Nuzhat al-Zaman rejoiced with exceeding joy: oppression and depression left her and gladness took the mastery of her, and she repeated these verses,\n\n\"Time sware my life should fare in woeful waste; * Forsworn art Time, expiate thy sin in haste![FN#318] Comes weal and comes a welcome friend to aid; * To him who brings good news, rise, gird thy waist I spurned old world tales of Eden bliss; * Till came I Kausar[FN#319] on those lips", "narrative_information_pred": {"cried": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_27_burton_64kb_3.flac"}, {"text": "\"Come with me into the litter and tell me all that hath befallen thee, and I will tell thee what happened to me.", "start_byte": 397698, "end_byte": 397810, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 283.97500976562503, "cut_end_time": 291.230009765625, "narration": {"text": " Then she called the Eunuch, who came and kissed Zau al- Makan's hand, and she said,", "cut_start_time": 419.45501098632815, "cut_end_time": 426.41007348632814, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_27_burton_64kb_4.flac"}, "context": "\"Long I lamented that we fell apart, * While tears repentant railed from these eyne; And sware, if Time unite us twain once more, * 'Severance' shall never sound from tongue of mine: Joy hath so overwhelmed me that excess * Of pleasure from mine eyes draws gouts of brine: Tears, O mine eyes, have now become your wont * Ye weep for pleasure and you weep for pine!\"\n\nThey sat awhile at the litter door till she said to him, <|quote_start|>\"Come with me into the litter and tell me all that hath befallen thee, and I will tell thee what happened to me.\"<|quote_end|> So they entered and Zau al-Maken said, \"Do thou begin thy tale.\" Accordingly she told him all that had come to her since their separation at the Khan and what had happened to her with the Badawi; how the merchant had bought her of him and had taken her to her brother Sharrkan and had sold her to him; how he had freed her at the time of buying; how he had made a marriage contract with her and had gone in to her and how the King, their sire, had sent and asked for her from Sharrkan. Then quoth she,", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_27_burton_64kb_4.flac"}, {"text": "\"Do thou begin thy tale.", "start_byte": 397851, "end_byte": 397875, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 295.98499267578126, "cut_end_time": 297.68005517578126, "narration": {"text": " Then she called the Eunuch, who came and kissed Zau al- Makan's hand, and she said,", "cut_start_time": 419.45501098632815, "cut_end_time": 426.41007348632814, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_27_burton_64kb_5.flac"}, "context": "\"Long I lamented that we fell apart, * While tears repentant railed from these eyne; And sware, if Time unite us twain once more, * 'Severance' shall never sound from tongue of mine: Joy hath so overwhelmed me that excess * Of pleasure from mine eyes draws gouts of brine: Tears, O mine eyes, have now become your wont * Ye weep for pleasure and you weep for pine!\"\n\nThey sat awhile at the litter door till she said to him, \"Come with me into the litter and tell me all that hath befallen thee, and I will tell thee what happened to me.\" So they entered and Zau al-Maken said, <|quote_start|>\"Do thou begin thy tale.\"<|quote_end|> Accordingly she told him all that had come to her since their separation at the Khan and what had happened to her with the Badawi; how the merchant had bought her of him and had taken her to her brother Sharrkan and had sold her to him; how he had freed her at the time of buying; how he had made a marriage contract with her and had gone in to her and how the King, their sire, had sent and asked for her from Sharrkan. Then quoth she,", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_27_burton_64kb_5.flac"}, {"text": "\"Praised be Allah who hath vouchsafed thee to me and ordained that, even as we left our father together, so together shall we return to him!", "start_byte": 398314, "end_byte": 398454, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 333.63501220703125, "cut_end_time": 343.63007470703127, "narration": {"text": " Then she called the Eunuch, who came and kissed Zau al- Makan's hand, and she said,", "cut_start_time": 419.45501098632815, "cut_end_time": 426.41007348632814, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_27_burton_64kb_6.flac"}, "context": "\" Accordingly she told him all that had come to her since their separation at the Khan and what had happened to her with the Badawi; how the merchant had bought her of him and had taken her to her brother Sharrkan and had sold her to him; how he had freed her at the time of buying; how he had made a marriage contract with her and had gone in to her and how the King, their sire, had sent and asked for her from Sharrkan. Then quoth she, <|quote_start|>\"Praised be Allah who hath vouchsafed thee to me and ordained that, even as we left our father together, so together shall we return to him!\"<|quote_end|> And she added, \"Of a truth my brother Sharrkan gave me in marriage to this Chamberlain that he might carry me to my father. And this is what befel me from first to last; so now tell me how it hath fared with thee since I left thee.\" Thereupon he told her all that had happened to him from beginning to end; and how Allah vouchsafed to send the Fireman to him, and how he had journeyed with him and spent his money on him and had served him night and day. She praised the Stoker for this and Zau al-Makan added,", "narrative_information_pred": {"quoth": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_27_burton_64kb_6.flac"}, {"text": "\"Of a truth my brother Sharrkan gave me in marriage to this Chamberlain that he might carry me to my father. And this is what befel me from first to last; so now tell me how it hath fared with thee since I left thee.", "start_byte": 398471, "end_byte": 398687, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 348.0049877929688, "cut_end_time": 365.0100502929688, "narration": {"text": " Then she called the Eunuch, who came and kissed Zau al- Makan's hand, and she said,", "cut_start_time": 419.45501098632815, "cut_end_time": 426.41007348632814, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_27_burton_64kb_7.flac"}, "context": "\" Accordingly she told him all that had come to her since their separation at the Khan and what had happened to her with the Badawi; how the merchant had bought her of him and had taken her to her brother Sharrkan and had sold her to him; how he had freed her at the time of buying; how he had made a marriage contract with her and had gone in to her and how the King, their sire, had sent and asked for her from Sharrkan. Then quoth she, \"Praised be Allah who hath vouchsafed thee to me and ordained that, even as we left our father together, so together shall we return to him!\" And she added, <|quote_start|>\"Of a truth my brother Sharrkan gave me in marriage to this Chamberlain that he might carry me to my father. And this is what befel me from first to last; so now tell me how it hath fared with thee since I left thee.\"<|quote_end|> Thereupon he told her all that had happened to him from beginning to end; and how Allah vouchsafed to send the Fireman to him, and how he had journeyed with him and spent his money on him and had served him night and day. She praised the Stoker for this and Zau al-Makan added, \"Of a truth, O my sister, this Fireman hath dealt with me in such benevolent wise as would not lover with lass nor sire with son, for that he fasted and gave me to eat, and he walked whilst he made me ride; and I owe my life to him", "narrative_information_pred": {"added": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_27_burton_64kb_7.flac"}, {"text": "\"Of a truth, O my sister, this Fireman hath dealt with me in such benevolent wise as would not lover with lass nor sire with son, for that he fasted and gave me to eat, and he walked whilst he made me ride; and I owe my life to him.", "start_byte": 398967, "end_byte": 399199, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 389.4750122070313, "cut_end_time": 409.3000122070313, "narration": {"text": " Then she called the Eunuch, who came and kissed Zau al- Makan's hand, and she said,", "cut_start_time": 419.45501098632815, "cut_end_time": 426.41007348632814, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_27_burton_64kb_8.flac"}, "context": "\"Of a truth my brother Sharrkan gave me in marriage to this Chamberlain that he might carry me to my father. And this is what befel me from first to last; so now tell me how it hath fared with thee since I left thee.\" Thereupon he told her all that had happened to him from beginning to end; and how Allah vouchsafed to send the Fireman to him, and how he had journeyed with him and spent his money on him and had served him night and day. She praised the Stoker for this and Zau al-Makan added, <|quote_start|>\"Of a truth, O my sister, this Fireman hath dealt with me in such benevolent wise as would not lover with lass nor sire with son, for that he fasted and gave me to eat, and he walked whilst he made me ride; and I owe my life to him.\"<|quote_end|> Said she, \"Allah willing, we will requite him for all this, according to our power.\" Then she called the Eunuch, who came and kissed Zau al- Makan's hand, and she said, \"Take thy reward for glad tidings, O face of good omen! It was thy hand reunited me with my brother; so the purse I gave thee and all in it are thine. But now go to thy master and bring him quickly to me.\" The Castrato rejoiced and, going in to the Chamberlain, him to his mistress. Accordingly, he came in to his wife and finding Zau al-Makan with her, asked who he was. So she told him all that had befallen them both, first and last, and added,", "narrative_information_pred": {"added": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_27_burton_64kb_8.flac"}, {"text": "\"Allah willing, we will requite him for all this, according to our power.", "start_byte": 399211, "end_byte": 399284, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 412.3349865722656, "cut_end_time": 419.15011157226564, "narration": {"text": " Then she called the Eunuch, who came and kissed Zau al- Makan's hand, and she said,", "cut_start_time": 419.45501098632815, "cut_end_time": 426.41007348632814, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_27_burton_64kb_9.flac"}, "context": "\" Thereupon he told her all that had happened to him from beginning to end; and how Allah vouchsafed to send the Fireman to him, and how he had journeyed with him and spent his money on him and had served him night and day. She praised the Stoker for this and Zau al-Makan added, \"Of a truth, O my sister, this Fireman hath dealt with me in such benevolent wise as would not lover with lass nor sire with son, for that he fasted and gave me to eat, and he walked whilst he made me ride; and I owe my life to him.\" Said she, <|quote_start|>\"Allah willing, we will requite him for all this, according to our power.\"<|quote_end|> Then she called the Eunuch, who came and kissed Zau al- Makan's hand, and she said, \"Take thy reward for glad tidings, O face of good omen! It was thy hand reunited me with my brother; so the purse I gave thee and all in it are thine. But now go to thy master and bring him quickly to me.\" The Castrato rejoiced and, going in to the Chamberlain, him to his mistress. Accordingly, he came in to his wife and finding Zau al-Makan with her, asked who he was. So she told him all that had befallen them both, first and last, and added,", "narrative_information_pred": {"added": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_27_burton_64kb_9.flac"}, {"text": "\"Take thy reward for glad tidings, O face of good omen! It was thy hand reunited me with my brother; so the purse I gave thee and all in it are thine. But now go to thy master and bring him quickly to me.", "start_byte": 399370, "end_byte": 399574, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 427.2250134277344, "cut_end_time": 444.3400134277344, "narration": {"text": " Then she called the Eunuch, who came and kissed Zau al- Makan's hand, and she said,", "cut_start_time": 419.45501098632815, "cut_end_time": 426.41007348632814, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_27_burton_64kb_10.flac"}, "context": "\"Of a truth, O my sister, this Fireman hath dealt with me in such benevolent wise as would not lover with lass nor sire with son, for that he fasted and gave me to eat, and he walked whilst he made me ride; and I owe my life to him.\" Said she, \"Allah willing, we will requite him for all this, according to our power.\" Then she called the Eunuch, who came and kissed Zau al- Makan's hand, and she said, <|quote_start|>\"Take thy reward for glad tidings, O face of good omen! It was thy hand reunited me with my brother; so the purse I gave thee and all in it are thine. But now go to thy master and bring him quickly to me.\"<|quote_end|> The Castrato rejoiced and, going in to the Chamberlain, him to his mistress. Accordingly, he came in to his wife and finding Zau al-Makan with her, asked who he was. So she told him all that had befallen them both, first and last, and added, \"Know, O Chamberlain, that thou hast married no slave girl; far from it, thou hast taken to wife the daughter of King Omar bin al-Nu'uman for I am Nuzhat al- Zaman, and this is my brother, Zau al-Makan", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_27_burton_64kb_10.flac"}, {"text": "\"Know, O Chamberlain, that thou hast married no slave girl; far from it, thou hast taken to wife the daughter of King Omar bin al-Nu'uman for I am Nuzhat al- Zaman, and this is my brother, Zau al-Makan.", "start_byte": 399818, "end_byte": 400020, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 467.99500122070316, "cut_end_time": 484.36000122070317, "narration": {"text": " Then she called the Eunuch, who came and kissed Zau al- Makan's hand, and she said,", "cut_start_time": 419.45501098632815, "cut_end_time": 426.41007348632814, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_27_burton_64kb_11.flac"}, "context": "\"Take thy reward for glad tidings, O face of good omen! It was thy hand reunited me with my brother; so the purse I gave thee and all in it are thine. But now go to thy master and bring him quickly to me.\" The Castrato rejoiced and, going in to the Chamberlain, him to his mistress. Accordingly, he came in to his wife and finding Zau al-Makan with her, asked who he was. So she told him all that had befallen them both, first and last, and added, <|quote_start|>\"Know, O Chamberlain, that thou hast married no slave girl; far from it, thou hast taken to wife the daughter of King Omar bin al-Nu'uman for I am Nuzhat al- Zaman, and this is my brother, Zau al-Makan.\"<|quote_end|> When the Chamberlain heard the story he knew it to be sooth, and its manifest truth appeared to him and he was certified that he was become King Omar bin al-Nu'uman's son in law, so he said to himself, \" 'Twill be my fate to be made viceroy of some province.\"[FN#321] Then he went up to Zau al-Makan and gave him joy of his safety and reunion with his sister, and bade his servants forthwith make him ready a tent and one of the best of his own horses to ride. Thereupon said Nuzhat al-Zaman,", "narrative_information_pred": {"added": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_27_burton_64kb_11.flac"}, {"text": "\"We are now near our country and I would be left alone with my brother, that we may enjoy each other's company and take our fill of it ere we reach Baghdad; for we have been parted a long, long time.", "start_byte": 400515, "end_byte": 400714, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 528.1449926757813, "cut_end_time": 544.5401176757813, "narration": {"text": " Then she called the Eunuch, who came and kissed Zau al- Makan's hand, and she said,", "cut_start_time": 419.45501098632815, "cut_end_time": 426.41007348632814, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_27_burton_64kb_12.flac"}, "context": "\" When the Chamberlain heard the story he knew it to be sooth, and its manifest truth appeared to him and he was certified that he was become King Omar bin al-Nu'uman's son in law, so he said to himself, \" 'Twill be my fate to be made viceroy of some province.\"[FN#321] Then he went up to Zau al-Makan and gave him joy of his safety and reunion with his sister, and bade his servants forthwith make him ready a tent and one of the best of his own horses to ride. Thereupon said Nuzhat al-Zaman, <|quote_start|>\"We are now near our country and I would be left alone with my brother, that we may enjoy each other's company and take our fill of it ere we reach Baghdad; for we have been parted a long, long time.\"<|quote_end|> \"Be it as thou biddest,\" replied the Chamberlain, and, going forth from them, sent them wax candles and various kinds of sweetmeats, together with three suits of the costliest for Zau al-Makan. Then he returned to the litter and related the good he had done and Nuzhat al-Zaman said to him, \"Bid the Eunuch bring me the Fireman and give him a horse to ride and ration him with a tray of food morning and evening, and let him be forbidden to leave us", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_27_burton_64kb_12.flac"}, {"text": "\"Be it as thou biddest,", "start_byte": 400716, "end_byte": 400739, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 546.3250170898438, "cut_end_time": 547.8500170898437, "narration": {"text": " Then she called the Eunuch, who came and kissed Zau al- Makan's hand, and she said,", "cut_start_time": 419.45501098632815, "cut_end_time": 426.41007348632814, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_27_burton_64kb_13.flac"}, "context": "\" When the Chamberlain heard the story he knew it to be sooth, and its manifest truth appeared to him and he was certified that he was become King Omar bin al-Nu'uman's son in law, so he said to himself, \" 'Twill be my fate to be made viceroy of some province.\"[FN#321] Then he went up to Zau al-Makan and gave him joy of his safety and reunion with his sister, and bade his servants forthwith make him ready a tent and one of the best of his own horses to ride. Thereupon said Nuzhat al-Zaman, \"We are now near our country and I would be left alone with my brother, that we may enjoy each other's company and take our fill of it ere we reach Baghdad; for we have been parted a long, long time.\" <|quote_start|>\"Be it as thou biddest,\"<|quote_end|> replied the Chamberlain, and, going forth from them, sent them wax candles and various kinds of sweetmeats, together with three suits of the costliest for Zau al-Makan. Then he returned to the litter and related the good he had done and Nuzhat al-Zaman said to him, \"Bid the Eunuch bring me the Fireman and give him a horse to ride and ration him with a tray of food morning and evening, and let him be forbidden to leave us", "narrative_information_pred": {"replied": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_27_burton_64kb_13.flac"}, {"text": "\"Bid the Eunuch bring me the Fireman and give him a horse to ride and ration him with a tray of food morning and evening, and let him be forbidden to leave us.", "start_byte": 401007, "end_byte": 401166, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 569.994970703125, "cut_end_time": 581.960095703125, "narration": {"text": " Then she called the Eunuch, who came and kissed Zau al- Makan's hand, and she said,", "cut_start_time": 419.45501098632815, "cut_end_time": 426.41007348632814, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_27_burton_64kb_14.flac"}, "context": "\"We are now near our country and I would be left alone with my brother, that we may enjoy each other's company and take our fill of it ere we reach Baghdad; for we have been parted a long, long time.\" \"Be it as thou biddest,\" replied the Chamberlain, and, going forth from them, sent them wax candles and various kinds of sweetmeats, together with three suits of the costliest for Zau al-Makan. Then he returned to the litter and related the good he had done and Nuzhat al-Zaman said to him, <|quote_start|>\"Bid the Eunuch bring me the Fireman and give him a horse to ride and ration him with a tray of food morning and evening, and let him be forbidden to leave us.\"<|quote_end|> The Chamberlain called the Castrato and charged him to do accordingly; so he replied, \"I hear and I obey;\" and he took his pages with him and went out in search of the Stoker till he found him in the rear of the caravan, girthing his ass and preparing for flight. The tears were running adown his cheeks, out of fear for his life and grief for his separation from Zau al-Makan; and he was saying to himself, \"Indeed, I warned him for the love of Allah, but he would not listen to me; Oh would I knew what is become of him", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_27_burton_64kb_14.flac"}, {"text": "\"I hear and I obey;", "start_byte": 401254, "end_byte": 401273, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 590.405, "cut_end_time": 591.8000625, "narration": {"text": "She said, It hath reached me, O auspicious King, that when the Stoker girthed his ass for flight and bespake himself, saying,", "cut_start_time": 655.3549731445313, "cut_end_time": 665.1900356445312, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_27_burton_64kb_15.flac"}, "context": "\" replied the Chamberlain, and, going forth from them, sent them wax candles and various kinds of sweetmeats, together with three suits of the costliest for Zau al-Makan. Then he returned to the litter and related the good he had done and Nuzhat al-Zaman said to him, \"Bid the Eunuch bring me the Fireman and give him a horse to ride and ration him with a tray of food morning and evening, and let him be forbidden to leave us.\" The Chamberlain called the Castrato and charged him to do accordingly; so he replied, <|quote_start|>\"I hear and I obey;\"<|quote_end|> and he took his pages with him and went out in search of the Stoker till he found him in the rear of the caravan, girthing his ass and preparing for flight. The tears were running adown his cheeks, out of fear for his life and grief for his separation from Zau al-Makan; and he was saying to himself, \"Indeed, I warned him for the love of Allah, but he would not listen to me; Oh would I knew what is become of him!\" Ere he had done speaking the Eunuch was standing by his head whilst the pages surrounded him The Fireman turned and seeing the Eunuch and the pages gathered around him became yellow with fear, \u2014 And Shahrazad perceived the dawn of day and ceased to say her permitted say.", "narrative_information_pred": {"replied": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_27_burton_64kb_15.flac"}, {"text": "\"Indeed, I warned him for the love of Allah, but he would not listen to me; Oh would I knew what is become of him!", "start_byte": 401576, "end_byte": 401690, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 618.5749731445313, "cut_end_time": 627.8700981445313, "narration": {"text": "She said, It hath reached me, O auspicious King, that when the Stoker girthed his ass for flight and bespake himself, saying,", "cut_start_time": 655.3549731445313, "cut_end_time": 665.1900356445312, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_27_burton_64kb_16.flac"}, "context": "\"Bid the Eunuch bring me the Fireman and give him a horse to ride and ration him with a tray of food morning and evening, and let him be forbidden to leave us.\" The Chamberlain called the Castrato and charged him to do accordingly; so he replied, \"I hear and I obey;\" and he took his pages with him and went out in search of the Stoker till he found him in the rear of the caravan, girthing his ass and preparing for flight. The tears were running adown his cheeks, out of fear for his life and grief for his separation from Zau al-Makan; and he was saying to himself, <|quote_start|>\"Indeed, I warned him for the love of Allah, but he would not listen to me; Oh would I knew what is become of him!\"<|quote_end|> Ere he had done speaking the Eunuch was standing by his head whilst the pages surrounded him The Fireman turned and seeing the Eunuch and the pages gathered around him became yellow with fear, \u2014 And Shahrazad perceived the dawn of day and ceased to say her permitted say.\n\nWhen it was the Seventy-sixth Night,\n\nShe said, It hath reached me, O auspicious King, that when the Stoker girthed his ass for flight and bespake himself, saying, \"Oh would I knew what is become of him!\"; ere he had done speaking the Castrato was standing by his head and his side muscles quivered for fear and he lifted up his voice and cried,", "narrative_information_pred": {"saying": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 9}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_27_burton_64kb_16.flac"}, {"text": "\"Verily he knoweth not the value of the good offices I have done him! I believe he hath denounced me to the Eunuch (hence these pages et about me) and he hath made me an accomplice in his crime.", "start_byte": 402311, "end_byte": 402505, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 680.1949780273437, "cut_end_time": 694.8401030273437, "narration": {"text": "; ere he had done speaking the Castrato was standing by his head and his side muscles quivered for fear and he lifted up his voice and cried,", "cut_start_time": 669.7450024414063, "cut_end_time": 679.6200024414063, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_27_burton_64kb_17.flac"}, "context": "\" Ere he had done speaking the Eunuch was standing by his head whilst the pages surrounded him The Fireman turned and seeing the Eunuch and the pages gathered around him became yellow with fear, \u2014 And Shahrazad perceived the dawn of day and ceased to say her permitted say.\n\nWhen it was the Seventy-sixth Night,\n\nShe said, It hath reached me, O auspicious King, that when the Stoker girthed his ass for flight and bespake himself, saying, \"Oh would I knew what is become of him!\"; ere he had done speaking the Castrato was standing by his head and his side muscles quivered for fear and he lifted up his voice and cried, <|quote_start|>\"Verily he knoweth not the value of the good offices I have done him! I believe he hath denounced me to the Eunuch (hence these pages et about me) and he hath made me an accomplice in his crime.\"<|quote_end|> Then the effeminated one cried at him, saying, \"Who was it recited the verses? O liar! why didst thou say, 'I never repeated these couplets, nor do I know who repeated them;' when it was thy companion? But now I will not leave thee between this place and Baghdad, and what betideth thy comrade shall betide thee.\" Quoth the Fireman, \"What I feared hath befallen me.\" And he repeated this couplet,", "narrative_information_pred": {"cried": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_27_burton_64kb_17.flac"}, {"text": "\"What I feared hath befallen me.", "start_byte": 402840, "end_byte": 402872, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 725.9749755859375, "cut_end_time": 727.8901005859375, "narration": {"text": " When the horsemen heard his words they let their head-kerchiefs fall over their faces and wept, saying,", "cut_start_time": 981.5150146484375, "cut_end_time": 989.0600146484376, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_27_burton_64kb_18.flac"}, "context": "\"Verily he knoweth not the value of the good offices I have done him! I believe he hath denounced me to the Eunuch (hence these pages et about me) and he hath made me an accomplice in his crime.\" Then the effeminated one cried at him, saying, \"Who was it recited the verses? O liar! why didst thou say, 'I never repeated these couplets, nor do I know who repeated them;' when it was thy companion? But now I will not leave thee between this place and Baghdad, and what betideth thy comrade shall betide thee.\" Quoth the Fireman, <|quote_start|>\"What I feared hath befallen me.\"<|quote_end|> And he repeated this couplet,\n\n\"'Twas as I feared the coming ills discerning: * But unto Allah we are all returning.\"\n\nThen the Eunuch cried upon the pages, saying, \"Take him off the ass.\" So they carried him along with the caravan, surrounded by the pages, as the white contains the black of the eye; and the Castrato said to them, \"If a hair of him be lost, you will be lost with it.\" And he bade them privily treat him with honour and not humiliate him. But when the Stoker saw himself beset by the pages, he despaired of his life and turning to the Eunuch, said to him,", "narrative_information_pred": {"quoth": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_27_burton_64kb_18.flac"}, {"text": "\"'Twas as I feared the coming ills discerning: * But unto Allah we are all returning.\"", "start_byte": 402905, "end_byte": 402991, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 731.8650024414063, "cut_end_time": 737.8100649414063, "narration": {"text": " When the horsemen heard his words they let their head-kerchiefs fall over their faces and wept, saying,", "cut_start_time": 981.5150146484375, "cut_end_time": 989.0600146484376, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_27_burton_64kb_19.flac"}, "context": "\" Then the effeminated one cried at him, saying, \"Who was it recited the verses? O liar! why didst thou say, 'I never repeated these couplets, nor do I know who repeated them;' when it was thy companion? But now I will not leave thee between this place and Baghdad, and what betideth thy comrade shall betide thee.\" Quoth the Fireman, \"What I feared hath befallen me.\" And he repeated this couplet,\n\n<|quote_start|>\"'Twas as I feared the coming ills discerning: * But unto Allah we are all returning.\"<|quote_end|>\n\nThen the Eunuch cried upon the pages, saying, \"Take him off the ass.\" So they carried him along with the caravan, surrounded by the pages, as the white contains the black of the eye; and the Castrato said to them, \"If a hair of him be lost, you will be lost with it.\" And he bade them privily treat him with honour and not humiliate him. But when the Stoker saw himself beset by the pages, he despaired of his life and turning to the Eunuch, said to him,", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_27_burton_64kb_19.flac"}, {"text": "\"Take him off the ass.", "start_byte": 403039, "end_byte": 403061, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 743.6649853515626, "cut_end_time": 744.9101103515625, "narration": {"text": " When the horsemen heard his words they let their head-kerchiefs fall over their faces and wept, saying,", "cut_start_time": 981.5150146484375, "cut_end_time": 989.0600146484376, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_27_burton_64kb_20.flac"}, "context": "\"Who was it recited the verses? O liar! why didst thou say, 'I never repeated these couplets, nor do I know who repeated them;' when it was thy companion? But now I will not leave thee between this place and Baghdad, and what betideth thy comrade shall betide thee.\" Quoth the Fireman, \"What I feared hath befallen me.\" And he repeated this couplet,\n\n\"'Twas as I feared the coming ills discerning: * But unto Allah we are all returning.\"\n\nThen the Eunuch cried upon the pages, saying, <|quote_start|>\"Take him off the ass.\"<|quote_end|> So they carried him along with the caravan, surrounded by the pages, as the white contains the black of the eye; and the Castrato said to them, \"If a hair of him be lost, you will be lost with it.\" And he bade them privily treat him with honour and not humiliate him. But when the Stoker saw himself beset by the pages, he despaired of his life and turning to the Eunuch, said to him, \"O Chief, I am neither this youth's brother nor am I akin to him, nor is he sib to me; but I was a Fireman in a Hammam and found him cast out, in his sickness, on the dung heap", "narrative_information_pred": {"cried": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_27_burton_64kb_20.flac"}, {"text": "\"If a hair of him be lost, you will be lost with it.", "start_byte": 403207, "end_byte": 403259, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 757.7950024414063, "cut_end_time": 761.4700649414062, "narration": {"text": " When the horsemen heard his words they let their head-kerchiefs fall over their faces and wept, saying,", "cut_start_time": 981.5150146484375, "cut_end_time": 989.0600146484376, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_27_burton_64kb_21.flac"}, "context": "\"Who was it recited the verses? O liar! why didst thou say, 'I never repeated these couplets, nor do I know who repeated them;' when it was thy companion? But now I will not leave thee between this place and Baghdad, and what betideth thy comrade shall betide thee.\" Quoth the Fireman, \"What I feared hath befallen me.\" And he repeated this couplet,\n\n\"'Twas as I feared the coming ills discerning: * But unto Allah we are all returning.\"\n\nThen the Eunuch cried upon the pages, saying, \"Take him off the ass.\" So they carried him along with the caravan, surrounded by the pages, as the white contains the black of the eye; and the Castrato said to them, <|quote_start|>\"If a hair of him be lost, you will be lost with it.\"<|quote_end|> And he bade them privily treat him with honour and not humiliate him. But when the Stoker saw himself beset by the pages, he despaired of his life and turning to the Eunuch, said to him, \"O Chief, I am neither this youth's brother nor am I akin to him, nor is he sib to me; but I was a Fireman in a Hammam and found him cast out, in his sickness, on the dung heap.\" Then the caravan fared on and the Stoker wept and imagined in himself a thousand things, whilst the Eunuch walked by his side and told him nothing, but said to him,", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_27_burton_64kb_21.flac"}, {"text": "\"O Chief, I am neither this youth's brother nor am I akin to him, nor is he sib to me; but I was a Fireman in a Hammam and found him cast out, in his sickness, on the dung heap.", "start_byte": 403448, "end_byte": 403625, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 777.1849829101562, "cut_end_time": 792.0501079101563, "narration": {"text": " When the horsemen heard his words they let their head-kerchiefs fall over their faces and wept, saying,", "cut_start_time": 981.5150146484375, "cut_end_time": 989.0600146484376, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_27_burton_64kb_22.flac"}, "context": "\"Take him off the ass.\" So they carried him along with the caravan, surrounded by the pages, as the white contains the black of the eye; and the Castrato said to them, \"If a hair of him be lost, you will be lost with it.\" And he bade them privily treat him with honour and not humiliate him. But when the Stoker saw himself beset by the pages, he despaired of his life and turning to the Eunuch, said to him, <|quote_start|>\"O Chief, I am neither this youth's brother nor am I akin to him, nor is he sib to me; but I was a Fireman in a Hammam and found him cast out, in his sickness, on the dung heap.\"<|quote_end|> Then the caravan fared on and the Stoker wept and imagined in himself a thousand things, whilst the Eunuch walked by his side and told him nothing, but said to him, \"Thou disturbedst our mistress by reciting verses, thou and this youth: but fear nothing for thy self;\" and kept laughing at him the while to himself. Whenever the caravan halted, they served him with food, and he and the Castrato ate from one dish.[FN#322] Then the Eunuch bade his lads bring a gugglet of sugared sherbet and, after drinking himself, gave it to the Fireman, who drank; but all the while his tears never dried, out of fear for his life and grief for his separation from Zau al-Makan and for what had befallen them in their strangerhood. So they both travelled on with the caravan, whilst the Chamberlain now rode by the door of his wife's litter, in attendance on Zau al-Makan and his sister, and now gave an eye to the Fireman; and Nuzhat al-Zaman and her brother occupied themselves with converse and mutual condolence; and they ceased not after this fashion till they came within three days' journey from Baghdad. Here they alighted at eventide and rested till the morning morrowed; and as they awoke and they were about to load the beasts, behold, there appeared afar off a great cloud of dust that darkened the firmament till it became black as gloomiest night.[FN#323] Thereupon the Chamberlain cried out to them, \"Stay, and your loading delay!\"; then, mounting with his Mamelukes, rode forward in the direction of the dust cloud. When they drew near, suddenly appeared under it a numerous conquering host like the full tide sea, with flags and standards, drums and kettledrums, horsemen and footmen. The Chamberlain marvelled at this; and when the troops saw him, there detached itself from amongst them a plump of five hundred cavaliers, who fell upon him and his suite and surrounded them, five for one; whereupon said he to them,", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_27_burton_64kb_22.flac"}, {"text": "\"Thou disturbedst our mistress by reciting verses, thou and this youth: but fear nothing for thy self;", "start_byte": 403792, "end_byte": 403894, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 806.83498046875, "cut_end_time": 815.08010546875, "narration": {"text": " When the horsemen heard his words they let their head-kerchiefs fall over their faces and wept, saying,", "cut_start_time": 981.5150146484375, "cut_end_time": 989.0600146484376, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_27_burton_64kb_23.flac"}, "context": "\" And he bade them privily treat him with honour and not humiliate him. But when the Stoker saw himself beset by the pages, he despaired of his life and turning to the Eunuch, said to him, \"O Chief, I am neither this youth's brother nor am I akin to him, nor is he sib to me; but I was a Fireman in a Hammam and found him cast out, in his sickness, on the dung heap.\" Then the caravan fared on and the Stoker wept and imagined in himself a thousand things, whilst the Eunuch walked by his side and told him nothing, but said to him, <|quote_start|>\"Thou disturbedst our mistress by reciting verses, thou and this youth: but fear nothing for thy self;\"<|quote_end|> and kept laughing at him the while to himself. Whenever the caravan halted, they served him with food, and he and the Castrato ate from one dish.[FN#322] Then the Eunuch bade his lads bring a gugglet of sugared sherbet and, after drinking himself, gave it to the Fireman, who drank; but all the while his tears never dried, out of fear for his life and grief for his separation from Zau al-Makan and for what had befallen them in their strangerhood. So they both travelled on with the caravan, whilst the Chamberlain now rode by the door of his wife's litter, in attendance on Zau al-Makan and his sister, and now gave an eye to the Fireman; and Nuzhat al-Zaman and her brother occupied themselves with converse and mutual condolence; and they ceased not after this fashion till they came within three days' journey from Baghdad. Here they alighted at eventide and rested till the morning morrowed; and as they awoke and they were about to load the beasts, behold, there appeared afar off a great cloud of dust that darkened the firmament till it became black as gloomiest night.[FN#323] Thereupon the Chamberlain cried out to them, \"Stay, and your loading delay!\"; then, mounting with his Mamelukes, rode forward in the direction of the dust cloud. When they drew near, suddenly appeared under it a numerous conquering host like the full tide sea, with flags and standards, drums and kettledrums, horsemen and footmen. 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Whenever the caravan halted, they served him with food, and he and the Castrato ate from one dish.[FN#322] Then the Eunuch bade his lads bring a gugglet of sugared sherbet and, after drinking himself, gave it to the Fireman, who drank; but all the while his tears never dried, out of fear for his life and grief for his separation from Zau al-Makan and for what had befallen them in their strangerhood. So they both travelled on with the caravan, whilst the Chamberlain now rode by the door of his wife's litter, in attendance on Zau al-Makan and his sister, and now gave an eye to the Fireman; and Nuzhat al-Zaman and her brother occupied themselves with converse and mutual condolence; and they ceased not after this fashion till they came within three days' journey from Baghdad. Here they alighted at eventide and rested till the morning morrowed; and as they awoke and they were about to load the beasts, behold, there appeared afar off a great cloud of dust that darkened the firmament till it became black as gloomiest night.[FN#323] Thereupon the Chamberlain cried out to them, \"Stay, and your loading delay!\"; then, mounting with his Mamelukes, rode forward in the direction of the dust cloud. When they drew near, suddenly appeared under it a numerous conquering host like the full tide sea, with flags and standards, drums and kettledrums, horsemen and footmen. 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Whenever the caravan halted, they served him with food, and he and the Castrato ate from one dish.[FN#322] Then the Eunuch bade his lads bring a gugglet of sugared sherbet and, after drinking himself, gave it to the Fireman, who drank; but all the while his tears never dried, out of fear for his life and grief for his separation from Zau al-Makan and for what had befallen them in their strangerhood. So they both travelled on with the caravan, whilst the Chamberlain now rode by the door of his wife's litter, in attendance on Zau al-Makan and his sister, and now gave an eye to the Fireman; and Nuzhat al-Zaman and her brother occupied themselves with converse and mutual condolence; and they ceased not after this fashion till they came within three days' journey from Baghdad. Here they alighted at eventide and rested till the morning morrowed; and as they awoke and they were about to load the beasts, behold, there appeared afar off a great cloud of dust that darkened the firmament till it became black as gloomiest night.[FN#323] Thereupon the Chamberlain cried out to them, \"Stay, and your loading delay!\"; then, mounting with his Mamelukes, rode forward in the direction of the dust cloud. When they drew near, suddenly appeared under it a numerous conquering host like the full tide sea, with flags and standards, drums and kettledrums, horsemen and footmen. The Chamberlain marvelled at this; and when the troops saw him, there detached itself from amongst them a plump of five hundred cavaliers, who fell upon him and his suite and surrounded them, five for one; whereupon said he to them, \"What is the matter and what are these troops, that ye do this with us?\" Asked they, <|quote_start|>\"Who art thou; and whence comest thou, and whither art thou bound?\"<|quote_end|> and he answered, \"I am the Chamberlain of the Emir of Damascus, King Sharrkan, son of Omar bin al-Nu'uman, Lord of Baghdad and of the land of Khorasan, and I bring tribute and presents from him to his father in Baghdad.\" When the horsemen heard his words they let their head-kerchiefs fall over their faces and wept, saying, \"In very sooth King Omar is dead and he died not but of poison. 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Whenever the caravan halted, they served him with food, and he and the Castrato ate from one dish.[FN#322] Then the Eunuch bade his lads bring a gugglet of sugared sherbet and, after drinking himself, gave it to the Fireman, who drank; but all the while his tears never dried, out of fear for his life and grief for his separation from Zau al-Makan and for what had befallen them in their strangerhood. So they both travelled on with the caravan, whilst the Chamberlain now rode by the door of his wife's litter, in attendance on Zau al-Makan and his sister, and now gave an eye to the Fireman; and Nuzhat al-Zaman and her brother occupied themselves with converse and mutual condolence; and they ceased not after this fashion till they came within three days' journey from Baghdad. Here they alighted at eventide and rested till the morning morrowed; and as they awoke and they were about to load the beasts, behold, there appeared afar off a great cloud of dust that darkened the firmament till it became black as gloomiest night.[FN#323] Thereupon the Chamberlain cried out to them, \"Stay, and your loading delay!\"; then, mounting with his Mamelukes, rode forward in the direction of the dust cloud. When they drew near, suddenly appeared under it a numerous conquering host like the full tide sea, with flags and standards, drums and kettledrums, horsemen and footmen. The Chamberlain marvelled at this; and when the troops saw him, there detached itself from amongst them a plump of five hundred cavaliers, who fell upon him and his suite and surrounded them, five for one; whereupon said he to them, \"What is the matter and what are these troops, that ye do this with us?\" Asked they, \"Who art thou; and whence comest thou, and whither art thou bound?\" and he answered, <|quote_start|>\"I am the Chamberlain of the Emir of Damascus, King Sharrkan, son of Omar bin al-Nu'uman, Lord of Baghdad and of the land of Khorasan, and I bring tribute and presents from him to his father in Baghdad.\"<|quote_end|> When the horsemen heard his words they let their head-kerchiefs fall over their faces and wept, saying, \"In very sooth King Omar is dead and he died not but of poison. So fare ye forwards; no harm shall befal you till you join his Grand Wazir, Dandan.\" Now when the Chamberlain heard this, he wept sore and exclaimed, \"Oh for our disappointment in this our journey!\" Then he and all his suite wept till they had come up with the host and sought access to the Wazir Dandan, who granted an interview and called a halt and, causing his pavilion to be pitched, sat down on a couch therein and commanded to admit the Chamberlain. Then he bade him be seated and questioned him; and he replied that he was Chamberlain to the Emir of Damascus and was bound to King Omar with presents and the tribute of Syria. The Wazir, hearing the mention of King Omar's name, wept and said, \"King Omar is dead by poison, and upon his dying the folk fell out amongst themselves as to who should succeed him, until they were like to slay one another on this account; but the notables and grandees and the four Kazis interposed and all the people agreed to refer the matter to the decision of the four judges and that none should gainsay them. So it was agreed that we go to Damascus and fetch thence the King's son, Sharrkan, and make him Sultan over his father's realm. And amongst them were some who would have chosen the cadet, Zau Al-Makan, for, quoth they, his name be Light of the Place, and he hath a sister Nuzhat al-Zaman hight, the Delight of the Time; but they set out five years ago for Al-Hijaz and none wotteth what is become of them.\" When the Chamberlain heard this, he knew; that his wife had told him the truth of her adventures; and he grieved with sore grief for the death of King Omar, albeit he joyed with exceeding joy, especially at the arrival of Zau al-Makan, for that he would now become Sultan of Baghdad in his father's stead \u2014 And Shahrazad perceived the dawn of day and ceased saying her permitted say.", "narrative_information_pred": {"answered": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_27_burton_64kb_26.flac"}, {"text": "\"In very sooth King Omar is dead and he died not but of poison. 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And amongst them were some who would have chosen the cadet, Zau Al-Makan, for, quoth they, his name be Light of the Place, and he hath a sister Nuzhat al-Zaman hight, the Delight of the Time; but they set out five years ago for Al-Hijaz and none wotteth what is become of them.\" When the Chamberlain heard this, he knew; that his wife had told him the truth of her adventures; and he grieved with sore grief for the death of King Omar, albeit he joyed with exceeding joy, especially at the arrival of Zau al-Makan, for that he would now become Sultan of Baghdad in his father's stead \u2014 And Shahrazad perceived the dawn of day and ceased saying her permitted say.", "narrative_information_pred": {"saying": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 9}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_27_burton_64kb_27.flac"}, {"text": "\"Oh for our disappointment in this our journey!", "start_byte": 406241, "end_byte": 406288, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 1009.4249780273437, "cut_end_time": 1012.4101030273438, "narration": {"text": " Now when the Chamberlain heard this, he wept sore and exclaimed,", "cut_start_time": 1004.094990234375, "cut_end_time": 1008.1800527343751, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2447.thousand_nights_vol02_27_burton_64kb_28.flac"}, "context": "\"I am the Chamberlain of the Emir of Damascus, King Sharrkan, son of Omar bin al-Nu'uman, Lord of Baghdad and of the land of Khorasan, and I bring tribute and presents from him to his father in Baghdad.\" When the horsemen heard his words they let their head-kerchiefs fall over their faces and wept, saying, \"In very sooth King Omar is dead and he died not but of poison. So fare ye forwards; no harm shall befal you till you join his Grand Wazir, Dandan.\" Now when the Chamberlain heard this, he wept sore and exclaimed, <|quote_start|>\"Oh for our disappointment in this our journey!\"<|quote_end|> Then he and all his suite wept till they had come up with the host and sought access to the Wazir Dandan, who granted an interview and called a halt and, causing his pavilion to be pitched, sat down on a couch therein and commanded to admit the Chamberlain. Then he bade him be seated and questioned him; and he replied that he was Chamberlain to the Emir of Damascus and was bound to King Omar with presents and the tribute of Syria. 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Then entreat her honourably and enrich her poverty.\" \u2014 And Shahrazad perceived the dawn of day and ceased to say her permitted say.\n\nWhen It was the One Hundred and Thirty-eighth Night,\n\nShe said, It hath reached me, O auspicious King, that when Nuzhat Al-Zaman related to her husband the sad case of the widow of her brother, Zau al-Makan, the Chamberlain said, <|quote_start|>\"Entreat her honourably and enrich her poverty.\"<|quote_end|> Thus far concerning Nuzhat al-Zaman and her consort and the relict of Zau al-Makan; but as regards Kanmakan and his cousin Kuzia Fakan, they grew up and flourished till they waxed like unto two fruit-laden boughs or two shining moons; and they reached the age of fifteen. And she was indeed the fairest of maids who are modestly veiled, lovely faced with smooth cheeks graced, and slender waist on heavy hips based; and her shape was the shaft's thin line and her lips were sweeter than old wine and the nectar of her mouth as it were the fountain Salsab\u00edl[FN#65]; even as saith the poet in these two couplets describing one like her,", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/3585.thousand_nights_vol03_07_burton_64kb_0.flac"}, {"text": "\"As though ptisane of wine on her lips honey dew * Dropt from the ripened grapes her mouth in clusters grew And, when her frame thou doublest, and low bends her vine, * Praise her Creator's might no creature ever knew.\"", "start_byte": 127252, "end_byte": 127471, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 104.56499877929687, "cut_end_time": 123.31012377929687, "narration": {"text": "And Shahrazad perceived the dawn of day and ceased saying her permitted say.", "cut_start_time": 451.57499145507813, "cut_end_time": 457.3701164550782, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3585.thousand_nights_vol03_07_burton_64kb_1.flac"}, "context": "\" Thus far concerning Nuzhat al-Zaman and her consort and the relict of Zau al-Makan; but as regards Kanmakan and his cousin Kuzia Fakan, they grew up and flourished till they waxed like unto two fruit-laden boughs or two shining moons; and they reached the age of fifteen. And she was indeed the fairest of maids who are modestly veiled, lovely faced with smooth cheeks graced, and slender waist on heavy hips based; and her shape was the shaft's thin line and her lips were sweeter than old wine and the nectar of her mouth as it were the fountain Salsab\u00edl[FN#65]; even as saith the poet in these two couplets describing one like her,\n\n<|quote_start|>\"As though ptisane of wine on her lips honey dew * Dropt from the ripened grapes her mouth in clusters grew And, when her frame thou doublest, and low bends her vine, * Praise her Creator's might no creature ever knew.\"<|quote_end|>\n\nOf a truth Allah had united in her every charm: her shape would shame the branch of waving tree and the rose before her cheeks craved lenity; and the honey dew of her lips of wine made jeer, however old and clear, and she gladdened heart and beholder with joyous cheer, even as saith of her the poet,\n\n\"Goodly of gifts is she, and charm those perfect eyes, * With lashes shaming Kohl and all the fair ones Kohl'd[FN#66] And from those eyne the glances pierce the lover's heart, * Like sword in M\u00edr al-Mumin\u00edna Ali's hold.\"", "narrative_information_pred": {"describing": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/3585.thousand_nights_vol03_07_burton_64kb_1.flac"}, {"text": "\"Goodly of gifts is she, and charm those perfect eyes, * With lashes shaming Kohl and all the fair ones Kohl'd[FN#66] And from those eyne the glances pierce the lover's heart, * Like sword in M\u00edr al-Mumin\u00edna Ali's hold.\"", "start_byte": 127775, "end_byte": 127995, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 151.87500122070313, "cut_end_time": 171.37000122070313, "narration": {"text": "And Shahrazad perceived the dawn of day and ceased saying her permitted say.", "cut_start_time": 451.57499145507813, "cut_end_time": 457.3701164550782, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3585.thousand_nights_vol03_07_burton_64kb_2.flac"}, "context": "\"As though ptisane of wine on her lips honey dew * Dropt from the ripened grapes her mouth in clusters grew And, when her frame thou doublest, and low bends her vine, * Praise her Creator's might no creature ever knew.\"\n\nOf a truth Allah had united in her every charm: her shape would shame the branch of waving tree and the rose before her cheeks craved lenity; and the honey dew of her lips of wine made jeer, however old and clear, and she gladdened heart and beholder with joyous cheer, even as saith of her the poet,\n\n<|quote_start|>\"Goodly of gifts is she, and charm those perfect eyes, * With lashes shaming Kohl and all the fair ones Kohl'd[FN#66] And from those eyne the glances pierce the lover's heart, * Like sword in M\u00edr al-Mumin\u00edna Ali's hold.\"<|quote_end|>\n\nAnd (the relator continueth) as for Kanmakan, he became unique in loveliness and excelling in perfection no less; none could even him in qualities as in seemliness and the sheen of velour between his eyes was espied, testifying for him while against him it never testified. The hardest hearts inclined to his side; his eyelids bore lashes black as by Kohl; and he was of surpassing worth in body and soul. And when the down of lips and cheeks began to sprout bards and poets sang for him far and near,", "narrative_information_pred": {"continueth": {"id": "2", "type": "verb", "confidence": 8}}, "audio_path": "wavs/3585.thousand_nights_vol03_07_burton_64kb_2.flac"}, {"text": "\"Appeared not my excuse till hair had clothed his cheek, * And gloom o'ercrept that side-face (sight to stagger!) A fawn, when eyes would batten on his charms, * Each glance deals thrust like point of Khanjar-dagger.\"", "start_byte": 128500, "end_byte": 128717, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 218.8350012207031, "cut_end_time": 238.46006372070312, "narration": {"text": "And Shahrazad perceived the dawn of day and ceased saying her permitted say.", "cut_start_time": 451.57499145507813, "cut_end_time": 457.3701164550782, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3585.thousand_nights_vol03_07_burton_64kb_3.flac"}, "context": "And (the relator continueth) as for Kanmakan, he became unique in loveliness and excelling in perfection no less; none could even him in qualities as in seemliness and the sheen of velour between his eyes was espied, testifying for him while against him it never testified. The hardest hearts inclined to his side; his eyelids bore lashes black as by Kohl; and he was of surpassing worth in body and soul. And when the down of lips and cheeks began to sprout bards and poets sang for him far and near,\n\n<|quote_start|>\"Appeared not my excuse till hair had clothed his cheek, * And gloom o'ercrept that side-face (sight to stagger!) A fawn, when eyes would batten on his charms, * Each glance deals thrust like point of Khanjar-dagger.\"<|quote_end|>\n\nAnd saith another,\n\n\"His lovers' souls have drawn upon his cheek * An ant that perfected its rosy light: I marvel at such martyrs Laz\u00e1-pent * Who yet with greeny robes of Heaven are dight.''[FN#67]\n\nNow it chanced one holiday, that Kuzia Fakan fared forth to make festival with certain kindred of the court, and she went surrounded by her handmaids. And indeed beauty encompassed her, the roses of her cheeks dealt envy to their mole; from out her smiling lips levee flashed white, gleaming like the chamomile[FN#68]; and Kanmakan began to turn about her and devour her with his sight, for she was the moon of resplendent light. Then he took heart and giving his tongue a start began to improvise,", "narrative_information_pred": {"saith": {"id": "2", "type": "verb", "confidence": 9}}, "audio_path": "wavs/3585.thousand_nights_vol03_07_burton_64kb_3.flac"}, {"text": "\"Now is my dread to incur reproaches, which * Disturb her temper and her mind obscure, Patient I'll bear them; e'en as generous youth his case to cure.'' * Beareth the burn of brand his case to cure.\"[FN#7", "start_byte": 130943, "end_byte": 131148, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 433.3349914550781, "cut_end_time": 450.14005395507814, "narration": {"text": "And Shahrazad perceived the dawn of day and ceased saying her permitted say.", "cut_start_time": 451.57499145507813, "cut_end_time": 457.3701164550782, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3585.thousand_nights_vol03_07_burton_64kb_4.flac"}, "context": "\"O my daughter, haply he meant thee no harm, and is he aught but an orphan? Withal, he said nought of reproach to thee; so beware thou tell none of this, lest perchance it come to e Sultan's ears and he cut short his life and blot out his name and make it even as yesterday, whose memory hath passed away.\" However, Kanmakan's love for Kuzia Fakan spread abroad in Baghdad, so that the women talked of it. Moreover, his breast became straitened and his patience waned and he knew not what to do, yet he could not hide his condition from the world. Then longed he to give vent to the pangs he endured, by reason of the lowe of separation; but he feared her rebuke and her wrath; so he began improvising,\n\n<|quote_start|>\"Now is my dread to incur reproaches, which * Disturb her temper and her mind obscure, Patient I'll bear them; e'en as generous youth his case to cure.'' * Beareth the burn of brand his case to cure.\"[FN#70<|quote_end|>]\n\nAnd Shahrazad perceived the dawn of day and ceased saying her permitted say.\n\nWhen it was the One Hundred and Thirty-ninth Night,\n\nShe said, It hath reached me, O auspicious King, that when the Grand Chamberlain became Sultan they named him King S\u00e1s\u00e1n; and after he had assumed the throne he governed the people in righteous way. Now as he was giving audience one day, Kanmakan's verses came to his knowledge. Thereupon he repented him of the past and going in to his wife Nuzhat al-Zaman, said to her,", "narrative_information_pred": {"improvising": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 9}}, "audio_path": "wavs/3585.thousand_nights_vol03_07_burton_64kb_4.flac"}, {"text": "\"Thou sayest sooth, O wise King!", "start_byte": 132079, "end_byte": 132111, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 532.81498046875, "cut_end_time": 535.76004296875, "narration": {"text": "And Shahrazad perceived the dawn of day and ceased saying her permitted say.", "cut_start_time": 451.57499145507813, "cut_end_time": 457.3701164550782, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3585.thousand_nights_vol03_07_burton_64kb_5.flac"}, "context": "\"Verily, to join Halfah grass and fire,[FN#71] is the greatest of risks, and man may not be trusted with woman, so long as eye glanceth and eyelid quivereth. Now thy brother's son, Kanmakan, is come to man's estate and it behoveth us to forbid him access to the rooms where anklets trinkle, and it is yet more needful to forbid thy daughter the company of men, for the like of her should be kept in the Harim.\" Replied she, <|quote_start|>\"Thou sayest sooth, O wise King!\"<|quote_end|> Next day came Kanmakan according to his wont; and, going in to his aunt saluted her. She returned his salutation and said to him, \"O my son! I have some what to say to thee which I would fain leave unsaid; yet I must tell it thee despite my inclination.\" Quoth he, \"Speak;\" and quoth she, Know then that thy sire the Chamberlain, the father of Kuzia Fakan, hath heard of the verses thou madest anent her, and hath ordered that she be kept in the Harim and out of thy reach; if therefore, O my son, thou want anything from us, I will send it to thee from behind the door; and thou shalt not look upon Kuzia Fakan nor shalt thou return hither from this day forth.\" When he heard this he arose and withdrew with out speaking a single word; and, betaking himself to his mother related what his aunt had said. She observed, \"This all cometh of thine overtalking. Thou knowest that the news of thy passion for Kuzia Fakan is noised abroad and the tattle hath spread everywhere how thou eatest their food and thereafter thou courtest their daughter.\" Rejoined he, \"And who should have her but I? She is the daughter of my father's brother and I have the best of rights to her.\" Retorted his mother, \"These are idle words. Be silent, lest haply thy talk come to King Sasan's ears and it prove the cause of thy losing her and the reason of thy ruin and increase of thine affliction. They have not sent us any supper to-night and we shall die an hungered; and were we in any land but this, we were already dead of famine or of shame for begging our bread.\" When Kanmakan heard these words from his mother, his regrets redoubled; his eyes ran over with tears and he complained and began improvising,", "narrative_information_pred": {"Replied": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/3585.thousand_nights_vol03_07_burton_64kb_5.flac"}, {"text": "\"O my son! I have some what to say to thee which I would fain leave unsaid; yet I must tell it thee despite my inclination.", "start_byte": 132243, "end_byte": 132366, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 549.0850048828125, "cut_end_time": 560.0200048828125, "narration": {"text": "And Shahrazad perceived the dawn of day and ceased saying her permitted say.", "cut_start_time": 451.57499145507813, "cut_end_time": 457.3701164550782, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3585.thousand_nights_vol03_07_burton_64kb_6.flac"}, "context": "\"Verily, to join Halfah grass and fire,[FN#71] is the greatest of risks, and man may not be trusted with woman, so long as eye glanceth and eyelid quivereth. Now thy brother's son, Kanmakan, is come to man's estate and it behoveth us to forbid him access to the rooms where anklets trinkle, and it is yet more needful to forbid thy daughter the company of men, for the like of her should be kept in the Harim.\" Replied she, \"Thou sayest sooth, O wise King!\" Next day came Kanmakan according to his wont; and, going in to his aunt saluted her. She returned his salutation and said to him, <|quote_start|>\"O my son! I have some what to say to thee which I would fain leave unsaid; yet I must tell it thee despite my inclination.\"<|quote_end|> Quoth he, \"Speak;\" and quoth she, Know then that thy sire the Chamberlain, the father of Kuzia Fakan, hath heard of the verses thou madest anent her, and hath ordered that she be kept in the Harim and out of thy reach; if therefore, O my son, thou want anything from us, I will send it to thee from behind the door; and thou shalt not look upon Kuzia Fakan nor shalt thou return hither from this day forth.\" When he heard this he arose and withdrew with out speaking a single word; and, betaking himself to his mother related what his aunt had said. She observed, \"This all cometh of thine overtalking. Thou knowest that the news of thy passion for Kuzia Fakan is noised abroad and the tattle hath spread everywhere how thou eatest their food and thereafter thou courtest their daughter.\" Rejoined he, \"And who should have her but I? She is the daughter of my father's brother and I have the best of rights to her.\" Retorted his mother, \"These are idle words. Be silent, lest haply thy talk come to King Sasan's ears and it prove the cause of thy losing her and the reason of thy ruin and increase of thine affliction. They have not sent us any supper to-night and we shall die an hungered; and were we in any land but this, we were already dead of famine or of shame for begging our bread.\" When Kanmakan heard these words from his mother, his regrets redoubled; his eyes ran over with tears and he complained and began improvising,", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/3585.thousand_nights_vol03_07_burton_64kb_6.flac"}, {"text": "\"I have no longer a place in my aunt's house nor among these people, but I will go forth from the palace and abide in the corners of the city.", "start_byte": 134391, "end_byte": 134533, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 742.7350244140625, "cut_end_time": 752.7300869140626, "narration": {"text": " And she repeated to her the couplets he had made; whereupon Kuzia Fakan wept and said,", "cut_start_time": 797.09498046875, "cut_end_time": 804.20010546875, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3585.thousand_nights_vol03_07_burton_64kb_7.flac"}, "context": "\"Minish this blame I ever bear from you: * My heart loves her to whom all love is due: Ask not from me of patience jot or little, * Divorce of Patience by God's House! I rue: What blamers preach of patience I unheed; * Here am I, love path firmly to pursue! Indeed they bar me access to my love, * Here am I by God's ruth no ill I sue! Good sooth my bones, whenas they hear thy name, * Quail as birds quailed when Nisus o'er them flew:[FN#72] Ah! say to them who blame my love that I * Will love that face fair cousin till I die.\"\n\nAnd when he had ended his verses he said to his mother, <|quote_start|>\"I have no longer a place in my aunt's house nor among these people, but I will go forth from the palace and abide in the corners of the city.\"<|quote_end|> So he and his mother left the court; and, having sought an abode in the neighbourhood of the poorer sort, there settled; but she used to go from time to time to King Sasan's palace and thence take daily bread for herself and her son. As this went on Kuzia Fakan took her aside one day and said to her, \"Alas, O my naunty, how is it with thy son?\" Replied she, \"O my daughter, sooth to say, he is tearful-eyed and heavy hearted, being fallen into the net of thy love", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/3585.thousand_nights_vol03_07_burton_64kb_7.flac"}, {"text": "\"Alas, O my naunty, how is it with thy son?", "start_byte": 134837, "end_byte": 134880, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 780.315, "cut_end_time": 783.9100625, "narration": {"text": " And she repeated to her the couplets he had made; whereupon Kuzia Fakan wept and said,", "cut_start_time": 797.09498046875, "cut_end_time": 804.20010546875, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3585.thousand_nights_vol03_07_burton_64kb_8.flac"}, "context": "\"I have no longer a place in my aunt's house nor among these people, but I will go forth from the palace and abide in the corners of the city.\" So he and his mother left the court; and, having sought an abode in the neighbourhood of the poorer sort, there settled; but she used to go from time to time to King Sasan's palace and thence take daily bread for herself and her son. As this went on Kuzia Fakan took her aside one day and said to her, <|quote_start|>\"Alas, O my naunty, how is it with thy son?\"<|quote_end|> Replied she, \"O my daughter, sooth to say, he is tearful-eyed and heavy hearted, being fallen into the net of thy love.\" And she repeated to her the couplets he had made; whereupon Kuzia Fakan wept and said, \"By Allah! I rebuked him not for his words, nor for ill-will to him, but because I feared for him the malice of foes. Indeed my passion for him is double that he feeleth for me; my tongue may not describe my yearning for him; and were it not for the extravagant wilfulness of his words and the wanderings of his wit, my father had not cut off from him favours that besit, nor had decreed unto him exclusion and prohibition as fit. However, man's days bring nought but change, and patience in all case is most becoming: peradventure He who ordained our severance will vouchsafe us reunion", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/3585.thousand_nights_vol03_07_burton_64kb_8.flac"}, {"text": "\"O my daughter, sooth to say, he is tearful-eyed and heavy hearted, being fallen into the net of thy love.", "start_byte": 134895, "end_byte": 135001, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 786.195, "cut_end_time": 795.69, "narration": {"text": " And she repeated to her the couplets he had made; whereupon Kuzia Fakan wept and said,", "cut_start_time": 797.09498046875, "cut_end_time": 804.20010546875, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3585.thousand_nights_vol03_07_burton_64kb_9.flac"}, "context": "\"I have no longer a place in my aunt's house nor among these people, but I will go forth from the palace and abide in the corners of the city.\" So he and his mother left the court; and, having sought an abode in the neighbourhood of the poorer sort, there settled; but she used to go from time to time to King Sasan's palace and thence take daily bread for herself and her son. As this went on Kuzia Fakan took her aside one day and said to her, \"Alas, O my naunty, how is it with thy son?\" Replied she, <|quote_start|>\"O my daughter, sooth to say, he is tearful-eyed and heavy hearted, being fallen into the net of thy love.\"<|quote_end|> And she repeated to her the couplets he had made; whereupon Kuzia Fakan wept and said, \"By Allah! I rebuked him not for his words, nor for ill-will to him, but because I feared for him the malice of foes. Indeed my passion for him is double that he feeleth for me; my tongue may not describe my yearning for him; and were it not for the extravagant wilfulness of his words and the wanderings of his wit, my father had not cut off from him favours that besit, nor had decreed unto him exclusion and prohibition as fit. However, man's days bring nought but change, and patience in all case is most becoming: peradventure He who ordained our severance will vouchsafe us reunion", "narrative_information_pred": {"replied": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/3585.thousand_nights_vol03_07_burton_64kb_9.flac"}, {"text": "\"O son of mine uncle! same sorrow I bear, * And suffer the like of thy cark and thy care Yet hide I from man what I suffer for pine; * Hide it too, and such secret to man never bare!\"", "start_byte": 135729, "end_byte": 135912, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 862.0849926757812, "cut_end_time": 877.4701176757812, "narration": {"text": " And he began to improvise and recited these couplets,", "cut_start_time": 988.6349780273438, "cut_end_time": 992.5701030273437, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3585.thousand_nights_vol03_07_burton_64kb_10.flac"}, "context": "\"By Allah! I rebuked him not for his words, nor for ill-will to him, but because I feared for him the malice of foes. Indeed my passion for him is double that he feeleth for me; my tongue may not describe my yearning for him; and were it not for the extravagant wilfulness of his words and the wanderings of his wit, my father had not cut off from him favours that besit, nor had decreed unto him exclusion and prohibition as fit. However, man's days bring nought but change, and patience in all case is most becoming: peradventure He who ordained our severance will vouchsafe us reunion!\" And she began versifying in these two couplets,\n\n<|quote_start|>\"O son of mine uncle! same sorrow I bear, * And suffer the like of thy cark and thy care Yet hide I from man what I suffer for pine; * Hide it too, and such secret to man never bare!\"<|quote_end|>\n\nWhen his mother heard this from her, she thanked her and blessed her: then she left her and acquainted her son with what she had said; whereupon his desire for her increased and he took heart, being eased of his despair and the turmoil of his love and care. And he said, \"By Allah, I desire none but her!\"; and he began improvising,\n\n\"Leave this blame, I will list to no flout of my foe! * I divulged a secret was told me to keep: He is lost to my sight for whose union I yearn, * And I watch all the while he can slumber and sleep.\"", "narrative_information_pred": {"began": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/3585.thousand_nights_vol03_07_burton_64kb_10.flac"}, {"text": "\"Leave this blame, I will list to no flout of my foe! * I divulged a secret was told me to keep: He is lost to my sight for whose union I yearn, * And I watch all the while he can slumber and sleep.\"", "start_byte": 136248, "end_byte": 136447, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 908.2850170898438, "cut_end_time": 925.9700170898437, "narration": {"text": " And he began to improvise and recited these couplets,", "cut_start_time": 988.6349780273438, "cut_end_time": 992.5701030273437, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3585.thousand_nights_vol03_07_burton_64kb_11.flac"}, "context": "\"O son of mine uncle! same sorrow I bear, * And suffer the like of thy cark and thy care Yet hide I from man what I suffer for pine; * Hide it too, and such secret to man never bare!\"\n\nWhen his mother heard this from her, she thanked her and blessed her: then she left her and acquainted her son with what she had said; whereupon his desire for her increased and he took heart, being eased of his despair and the turmoil of his love and care. And he said, \"By Allah, I desire none but her!\"; and he began improvising,\n\n<|quote_start|>\"Leave this blame, I will list to no flout of my foe! * I divulged a secret was told me to keep: He is lost to my sight for whose union I yearn, * And I watch all the while he can slumber and sleep.\"<|quote_end|>\n\nSo the days and nights went by whilst Kanmakan lay tossing upon coals of fire,[FN#73] till he reached the age of seventeen; and his beauty had waxt perfect and his wits were at their brightest. One night, as he lay awake, he communed with himself and said, \"Why should I keep silence till I waste away and see not my lover? Fault have I none save poverty; so, by Allah, I am resolved to remove me from this region and wander over the wild and the word; for my position in this city is a torture and I have no friend nor lover therein to comfort me; wherefore I am determined to distract myself by absence from my native land till I die and take my rest after this shame and tribulation", "narrative_information_pred": {"began": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 9}}, "audio_path": "wavs/3585.thousand_nights_vol03_07_burton_64kb_11.flac"}, {"text": "\"Where is thine eye, O Zau al- Makan?", "start_byte": 139890, "end_byte": 139927, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 1241.1249658203124, "cut_end_time": 1243.6000283203125, "narration": {"text": " Then her sobs burst out, and she began repeating these couplets,", "cut_start_time": 1158.0850146484374, "cut_end_time": 1162.5600146484373, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3585.thousand_nights_vol03_07_burton_64kb_12.flac"}, "context": "\"Well learnt we, since you left, our grief and sorrow to sustain, * While bows of severance shot their shafts in many a railing rain: They left me, after girthing on their selles of corduwayne * To fight the very pangs of death while spanned they sandy plain: Mysterious through the nightly gloom there came the moan of dove; * A ring dove, and replied I, 'Cease thy plaint, how durst complain?' If, by my life, her heart, like mine, were full of pain and pine * She had not decks her neck with ring nor sole with ruddy stain.[FN#75] Fled is mine own familiar friend, bequeathing me a store * Of parting pang and absence ache to suffer evermore.\"\n\nThen she abstained from food and drink and gave herself up to excessive tear shedding and lamentation. Her grief became public property far and wide and all the people of the town and country side wept with her and cried, <|quote_start|>\"Where is thine eye, O Zau al- Makan?\"<|quote_end|> And they bewailed the rigours of Time, saying, \"Would Heaven we knew what hath befallen Kanmakan that he fled his native town, and chased himself from the place where his father used to fill all in hungry case and do justice and grace?\" And his mother redoubled her weeping and wailing till the news of Kanmakan's departure came to King Sasan. \u2014 And Shahrazad perceived the dawn of day and ceased saying her permitted say.\n\nWhen it was the One Hundred and Fortieth Night,", "narrative_information_pred": {"cried": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/3585.thousand_nights_vol03_07_burton_64kb_12.flac"}, {"text": "\"Would Heaven we knew what hath befallen Kanmakan that he fled his native town, and chased himself from the place where his father used to fill all in hungry case and do justice and grace?", "start_byte": 139976, "end_byte": 140164, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 1249.73505859375, "cut_end_time": 1264.2300585937498, "narration": {"text": "When it was the One Hundred and Fortieth Night,", "cut_start_time": 1282.7850244140625, "cut_end_time": 1289.9400244140625, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3585.thousand_nights_vol03_07_burton_64kb_13.flac"}, "context": "\"Well learnt we, since you left, our grief and sorrow to sustain, * While bows of severance shot their shafts in many a railing rain: They left me, after girthing on their selles of corduwayne * To fight the very pangs of death while spanned they sandy plain: Mysterious through the nightly gloom there came the moan of dove; * A ring dove, and replied I, 'Cease thy plaint, how durst complain?' If, by my life, her heart, like mine, were full of pain and pine * She had not decks her neck with ring nor sole with ruddy stain.[FN#75] Fled is mine own familiar friend, bequeathing me a store * Of parting pang and absence ache to suffer evermore.\"\n\nThen she abstained from food and drink and gave herself up to excessive tear shedding and lamentation. Her grief became public property far and wide and all the people of the town and country side wept with her and cried, \"Where is thine eye, O Zau al- Makan?\" And they bewailed the rigours of Time, saying, <|quote_start|>\"Would Heaven we knew what hath befallen Kanmakan that he fled his native town, and chased himself from the place where his father used to fill all in hungry case and do justice and grace?\"<|quote_end|> And his mother redoubled her weeping and wailing till the news of Kanmakan's departure came to King Sasan. \u2014 And Shahrazad perceived the dawn of day and ceased saying her permitted say.\n\nWhen it was the One Hundred and Fortieth Night,\n\nShe said, It hath reached me, O auspicious King, that came to King Sasan the tidings of the departure of Kanmakan, through the Chief Emirs who said to him, \"Verily he is the son of our Sovran and the seed of King Omar bin al-Nu'uman and it hath reached us that he hath exiled himself from the land", "narrative_information_pred": {"saying": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 9}}, "audio_path": "wavs/3585.thousand_nights_vol03_07_burton_64kb_13.flac"}]}

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Then he called to mind all the kindness that Zau al-Makan had done him, and how he had charged him with the care of his son; wherefore he grieved for Kanmakan and said, \"Needs must I have search made for him in all countries", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/3585.thousand_nights_vol03_08_burton_64kb_0.flac"}, {"text": "\"Needs must I have search made for him in all countries.", "start_byte": 141097, "end_byte": 141153, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 89.46499694824219, "cut_end_time": 94.14012194824218, "narration": {"text": "] Then he hailed the speaker and cried out to him, saying,", "cut_start_time": 472.9149938964844, "cut_end_time": 476.5501188964844, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3585.thousand_nights_vol03_08_burton_64kb_1.flac"}, "context": "\"Verily he is the son of our Sovran and the seed of King Omar bin al-Nu'uman and it hath reached us that he hath exiled himself from the land.\" When King Sasan heard these words, he was wroth with them and ordered one of them to be hanged by way of silencing him, whereat the fear of him fell upon the hearts of all the other Grandees and they dared not speak one word. Then he called to mind all the kindness that Zau al-Makan had done him, and how he had charged him with the care of his son; wherefore he grieved for Kanmakan and said, <|quote_start|>\"Needs must I have search made for him in all countries.\"<|quote_end|> So he summoned Tarkash and bade him choose an hundred horse and wend with them in quest of the Prince. Accordingly he went out and was absent ten days, after which he returned and said, \"I can learn no tidings of him and have hit on no trace of him, nor can any tell me aught of him.\" Upon this King Sasan repented him of that which he had done by the Prince; whilst his mother abode in unrest continual nor would patience come at her call: and thus passed over her twenty days in heaviness all. This is how it fared with these; but as regards Kanmakan, when he left Baghdad, he went forth perplexed about his case and knowing not whither he should go: so he fared on alone through the desert for three days and saw neither footman nor horseman; withal, his sleep fled and his wakefulness redoubled, for he pined after his people and his homestead. He ate of the herbs of the earth and drank of its flowing waters and siesta'd under its trees at hours of noontide heats, till he turned from that road to another way and, following it other three days, came on the fourth to a land of green leas, dyed with the hues of plants and trees and with sloping valley sides made to please, abounding with the fruits of the earth. It had drunken of the cups of the cloud, to the sound of thunders rolling loud and the song of the turtle-dove gently sough'd, till its hill slopes were brightly verdant and its fields were sweetly fragrant. Then Kanmakan recalled his father's city Baghdad, and for excess of emotion he broke out into verse,", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/3585.thousand_nights_vol03_08_burton_64kb_1.flac"}, {"text": "\"I can learn no tidings of him and have hit on no trace of him, nor can any tell me aught of him.", "start_byte": 141341, "end_byte": 141438, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 112.2549981689453, "cut_end_time": 119.9901231689453, "narration": {"text": "] Then he hailed the speaker and cried out to him, saying,", "cut_start_time": 472.9149938964844, "cut_end_time": 476.5501188964844, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3585.thousand_nights_vol03_08_burton_64kb_2.flac"}, "context": "\" When King Sasan heard these words, he was wroth with them and ordered one of them to be hanged by way of silencing him, whereat the fear of him fell upon the hearts of all the other Grandees and they dared not speak one word. Then he called to mind all the kindness that Zau al-Makan had done him, and how he had charged him with the care of his son; wherefore he grieved for Kanmakan and said, \"Needs must I have search made for him in all countries.\" So he summoned Tarkash and bade him choose an hundred horse and wend with them in quest of the Prince. Accordingly he went out and was absent ten days, after which he returned and said, <|quote_start|>\"I can learn no tidings of him and have hit on no trace of him, nor can any tell me aught of him.\"<|quote_end|> Upon this King Sasan repented him of that which he had done by the Prince; whilst his mother abode in unrest continual nor would patience come at her call: and thus passed over her twenty days in heaviness all. This is how it fared with these; but as regards Kanmakan, when he left Baghdad, he went forth perplexed about his case and knowing not whither he should go: so he fared on alone through the desert for three days and saw neither footman nor horseman; withal, his sleep fled and his wakefulness redoubled, for he pined after his people and his homestead. He ate of the herbs of the earth and drank of its flowing waters and siesta'd under its trees at hours of noontide heats, till he turned from that road to another way and, following it other three days, came on the fourth to a land of green leas, dyed with the hues of plants and trees and with sloping valley sides made to please, abounding with the fruits of the earth. It had drunken of the cups of the cloud, to the sound of thunders rolling loud and the song of the turtle-dove gently sough'd, till its hill slopes were brightly verdant and its fields were sweetly fragrant. Then Kanmakan recalled his father's city Baghdad, and for excess of emotion he broke out into verse,", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/3585.thousand_nights_vol03_08_burton_64kb_2.flac"}, {"text": "\"I roam, and roaming hope I to return; * Yet of returning see not how or when: I went for love of one I could not win, * Nor way of 'scaping ills that pressed could ken.\"", "start_byte": 142686, "end_byte": 142856, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 232.94499938964844, "cut_end_time": 247.56006188964844, "narration": {"text": "] Then he hailed the speaker and cried out to him, saying,", "cut_start_time": 472.9149938964844, "cut_end_time": 476.5501188964844, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3585.thousand_nights_vol03_08_burton_64kb_3.flac"}, "context": "\" Upon this King Sasan repented him of that which he had done by the Prince; whilst his mother abode in unrest continual nor would patience come at her call: and thus passed over her twenty days in heaviness all. This is how it fared with these; but as regards Kanmakan, when he left Baghdad, he went forth perplexed about his case and knowing not whither he should go: so he fared on alone through the desert for three days and saw neither footman nor horseman; withal, his sleep fled and his wakefulness redoubled, for he pined after his people and his homestead. He ate of the herbs of the earth and drank of its flowing waters and siesta'd under its trees at hours of noontide heats, till he turned from that road to another way and, following it other three days, came on the fourth to a land of green leas, dyed with the hues of plants and trees and with sloping valley sides made to please, abounding with the fruits of the earth. It had drunken of the cups of the cloud, to the sound of thunders rolling loud and the song of the turtle-dove gently sough'd, till its hill slopes were brightly verdant and its fields were sweetly fragrant. Then Kanmakan recalled his father's city Baghdad, and for excess of emotion he broke out into verse,\n\n<|quote_start|>\"I roam, and roaming hope I to return; * Yet of returning see not how or when: I went for love of one I could not win, * Nor way of 'scaping ills that pressed could ken.\"<|quote_end|>\n\nWhen he ended his recital he wept, but presently he wiped away his tears and ate of the fruits of the earth enough for his present need. Then he made the Wuzu-ablution and prayed the ordained prayers which he had neglected all this time; and he sat resting in that place through the livelong day. When night came he slept and ceased not sleeping till midnight, when he awoke and heard a human voice declaiming these couplets,\n\n\"What's life to me, unless I see the pearly sheen * Of teeth I love, and sight that glorious mien? Pray for her Bishops who in convents reign, * Vying to bow before that heavenly queen. And Death is lighter than the loved one's wrath, * Whose phantom haunts me seen in every scene: O joy of cup companions, when they meet, * And loved and lover o'er each other lean! E'en more in time of spring, the lord of flowers, * When fragrant is the world with bloom and green: Drainer of vine-juice! up wi' thee, for now * Earth is a Heaven where sweet waters flow.[FN#76]\"", "narrative_information_pred": {"recital": {"id": "1", "type": "noun", "confidence": 8}}, "audio_path": "wavs/3585.thousand_nights_vol03_08_burton_64kb_3.flac"}, {"text": "\"'Twere fitting that this man should lay his head to my head and become my comrade in this my strangerhood.\"[FN#7", "start_byte": 145308, "end_byte": 145421, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 463.7650024414063, "cut_end_time": 471.67000244140627, "narration": {"text": "] Then he hailed the speaker and cried out to him, saying,", "cut_start_time": 472.9149938964844, "cut_end_time": 476.5501188964844, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3585.thousand_nights_vol03_08_burton_64kb_4.flac"}, "context": "\"Tho' 'tis thy wont to hide thy love perforce, * Yet weep on day of parting and divorce! Twixt me and my dear love were plighted vows; * Pledge of reunion, fonder intercourse: With joy inspires my heart and deals it rest * Zephyr, whose coolness doth desire enforce. O Sa'ad\u00e1,[FN#77] thinks of me that anklet wearer? * Or parting broke she troth without remorse? And say! shall nights foregather us, and we * Of suffered hardships tell in soft discourse? Quoth she, 'Thou'rt daft for us and fey'; quoth I, * ' 'Sain thee! how many a friend hast turned to corse!' If taste mine eyes sweet sleep while she's away, * Allah with loss of her these eyne accurse. O wounds in vitals mine! for cure they lack * Union and dewy lips' sweet theriack.\"[FN#78]\n\nWhen Kanmakan heard this verse again spoken by the same voice yet saw no one, he knew that the speaker was a lover like unto himself, debarred from union with her who loved him; and he said to himself, <|quote_start|>\"'Twere fitting that this man should lay his head to my head and become my comrade in this my strangerhood.\"[FN#79<|quote_end|>] Then he hailed the speaker and cried out to him, saying, \"O thou who farest in sombrest night, draw near to me and tell me thy tale haply thou shalt find me one who will succour thee in thy sufferings.\" And when the owner of the voice heard these words, he cried out, \"O thou that respondest to my complaint and wouldest hear my history, who art thou amongst the knights? Art thou human or Jinni? Answer me speedily ere thy death draw near for I have wandered in this desert some twenty days and have seen no one nor heard any voice but thy voice", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/3585.thousand_nights_vol03_08_burton_64kb_4.flac"}, {"text": "\"O thou who farest in sombrest night, draw near to me and tell me thy tale haply thou shalt find me one who will succour thee in thy sufferings.", "start_byte": 145481, "end_byte": 145625, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 477.1050048828125, "cut_end_time": 489.1800048828125, "narration": {"text": " And when the owner of the voice heard these words, he cried out,", "cut_start_time": 490.35498779296876, "cut_end_time": 494.7800502929688, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3585.thousand_nights_vol03_08_burton_64kb_5.flac"}, "context": "\"Tho' 'tis thy wont to hide thy love perforce, * Yet weep on day of parting and divorce! Twixt me and my dear love were plighted vows; * Pledge of reunion, fonder intercourse: With joy inspires my heart and deals it rest * Zephyr, whose coolness doth desire enforce. O Sa'ad\u00e1,[FN#77] thinks of me that anklet wearer? * Or parting broke she troth without remorse? And say! shall nights foregather us, and we * Of suffered hardships tell in soft discourse? Quoth she, 'Thou'rt daft for us and fey'; quoth I, * ' 'Sain thee! how many a friend hast turned to corse!' If taste mine eyes sweet sleep while she's away, * Allah with loss of her these eyne accurse. O wounds in vitals mine! for cure they lack * Union and dewy lips' sweet theriack.\"[FN#78]\n\nWhen Kanmakan heard this verse again spoken by the same voice yet saw no one, he knew that the speaker was a lover like unto himself, debarred from union with her who loved him; and he said to himself, \"'Twere fitting that this man should lay his head to my head and become my comrade in this my strangerhood.\"[FN#79] Then he hailed the speaker and cried out to him, saying, <|quote_start|>\"O thou who farest in sombrest night, draw near to me and tell me thy tale haply thou shalt find me one who will succour thee in thy sufferings.\"<|quote_end|> And when the owner of the voice heard these words, he cried out, \"O thou that respondest to my complaint and wouldest hear my history, who art thou amongst the knights? Art thou human or Jinni? Answer me speedily ere thy death draw near for I have wandered in this desert some twenty days and have seen no one nor heard any voice but thy voice.\" At these words Kanmakan said to himself, \"This one's case is like my case, for I, even I, have wandered twenty days, nor during my wayfare have I seen man or heard voice", "narrative_information_pred": {"saying": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/3585.thousand_nights_vol03_08_burton_64kb_5.flac"}, {"text": "\"This one's case is like my case, for I, even I, have wandered twenty days, nor during my wayfare have I seen man or heard voice:", "start_byte": 146014, "end_byte": 146143, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 524.80501953125, "cut_end_time": 536.63001953125, "narration": {"text": " So he was silent, and the voice again called out to him, saying,", "cut_start_time": 542.6950073242188, "cut_end_time": 547.4300073242188, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3585.thousand_nights_vol03_08_burton_64kb_6.flac"}, "context": "\"O thou who farest in sombrest night, draw near to me and tell me thy tale haply thou shalt find me one who will succour thee in thy sufferings.\" And when the owner of the voice heard these words, he cried out, \"O thou that respondest to my complaint and wouldest hear my history, who art thou amongst the knights? Art thou human or Jinni? Answer me speedily ere thy death draw near for I have wandered in this desert some twenty days and have seen no one nor heard any voice but thy voice.\" At these words Kanmakan said to himself, <|quote_start|>\"This one's case is like my case, for I, even I, have wandered twenty days, nor during my wayfare have I seen man or heard voice:\"<|quote_end|> and he added, \"I will make him no answer till day arise.\" So he was silent, and the voice again called out to him, saying, \"O thou that callest, if thou be of the Jinn fare in peace and, if thou be man, stay awhile till the day break stark and the night flee with the dark.\" The speaker abode in his place and Kanmakan did likewise and the twain in reciting verses never failed, and wept tears that railed till the light of day began loom and the night departed with its gloom. Then Kanmakan looked at the other and found him to be of the Badawi Arabs, a youth in the flower of his age; clad in worn clothes and bearing in baldrick a rusty sword which he kept sheathed, and the signs of love longing were apparent on him. He went up to him and accosted him and saluted him, and the Badawi returned the salute and greeted him with courteous wishes for his long life, but somewhat despised him, seeing his tender years and his condition, which was that of a pauper. So he said to him,", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/3585.thousand_nights_vol03_08_burton_64kb_6.flac"}, {"text": "\"I will make him no answer till day arise.", "start_byte": 146159, "end_byte": 146201, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 538.9149975585938, "cut_end_time": 542.0101225585938, "narration": {"text": " So he was silent, and the voice again called out to him, saying,", "cut_start_time": 542.6950073242188, "cut_end_time": 547.4300073242188, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3585.thousand_nights_vol03_08_burton_64kb_7.flac"}, "context": "\"O thou that respondest to my complaint and wouldest hear my history, who art thou amongst the knights? Art thou human or Jinni? Answer me speedily ere thy death draw near for I have wandered in this desert some twenty days and have seen no one nor heard any voice but thy voice.\" At these words Kanmakan said to himself, \"This one's case is like my case, for I, even I, have wandered twenty days, nor during my wayfare have I seen man or heard voice:\" and he added, <|quote_start|>\"I will make him no answer till day arise.\"<|quote_end|> So he was silent, and the voice again called out to him, saying, \"O thou that callest, if thou be of the Jinn fare in peace and, if thou be man, stay awhile till the day break stark and the night flee with the dark.\" The speaker abode in his place and Kanmakan did likewise and the twain in reciting verses never failed, and wept tears that railed till the light of day began loom and the night departed with its gloom. Then Kanmakan looked at the other and found him to be of the Badawi Arabs, a youth in the flower of his age; clad in worn clothes and bearing in baldrick a rusty sword which he kept sheathed, and the signs of love longing were apparent on him. He went up to him and accosted him and saluted him, and the Badawi returned the salute and greeted him with courteous wishes for his long life, but somewhat despised him, seeing his tender years and his condition, which was that of a pauper. So he said to him,", "narrative_information_pred": {"added": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/3585.thousand_nights_vol03_08_burton_64kb_7.flac"}, {"text": "\"O thou that callest, if thou be of the Jinn fare in peace and, if thou be man, stay awhile till the day break stark and the night flee with the dark.", "start_byte": 146268, "end_byte": 146418, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 548.2849780273438, "cut_end_time": 561.2500405273438, "narration": {"text": " Hearing this, Sabbah waxed angry; his arrogance and fury redoubled and he said,", "cut_start_time": 999.3449877929688, "cut_end_time": 1005.9400502929687, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3585.thousand_nights_vol03_08_burton_64kb_8.flac"}, "context": "\"O thou that respondest to my complaint and wouldest hear my history, who art thou amongst the knights? Art thou human or Jinni? Answer me speedily ere thy death draw near for I have wandered in this desert some twenty days and have seen no one nor heard any voice but thy voice.\" At these words Kanmakan said to himself, \"This one's case is like my case, for I, even I, have wandered twenty days, nor during my wayfare have I seen man or heard voice:\" and he added, \"I will make him no answer till day arise.\" So he was silent, and the voice again called out to him, saying, <|quote_start|>\"O thou that callest, if thou be of the Jinn fare in peace and, if thou be man, stay awhile till the day break stark and the night flee with the dark.\"<|quote_end|> The speaker abode in his place and Kanmakan did likewise and the twain in reciting verses never failed, and wept tears that railed till the light of day began loom and the night departed with its gloom. Then Kanmakan looked at the other and found him to be of the Badawi Arabs, a youth in the flower of his age; clad in worn clothes and bearing in baldrick a rusty sword which he kept sheathed, and the signs of love longing were apparent on him. He went up to him and accosted him and saluted him, and the Badawi returned the salute and greeted him with courteous wishes for his long life, but somewhat despised him, seeing his tender years and his condition, which was that of a pauper. So he said to him,", "narrative_information_pred": {"saying": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 9}}, "audio_path": "wavs/3585.thousand_nights_vol03_08_burton_64kb_8.flac"}, {"text": "\"O Chief of the Arabs, leave my tenderness of age and tell me why thou wanderest by night in the desert reciting verses. Thou talkest, I see, of my serving thee; who then art thou and what moved thee to talk this wise?", "start_byte": 147790, "end_byte": 148008, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 686.035009765625, "cut_end_time": 704.770009765625, "narration": {"text": " Hearing this, Sabbah waxed angry; his arrogance and fury redoubled and he said,", "cut_start_time": 999.3449877929688, "cut_end_time": 1005.9400502929687, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3585.thousand_nights_vol03_08_burton_64kb_9.flac"}, "context": "\"O youth, of what tribe art thou and to whom art thou kin among the Arabs; and what is thy history that thou goest by night, after the fashion of knights? Indeed thou spakest to me in the dark words such as are spoken of none but doughty cavaliers and lion- like warriors; and now I hold thy life in hand. But I have compassion on thee by reason of thy green years; so I will make thee my companion and thou shalt go with me, to do me service.\" When Kanmakan heard him speak these unseemly words, after showing him such skill in verse, he knew that he despised him and would presume with him; therefore he answered him with soft and well- chosen speech, saying, <|quote_start|>\"O Chief of the Arabs, leave my tenderness of age and tell me why thou wanderest by night in the desert reciting verses. Thou talkest, I see, of my serving thee; who then art thou and what moved thee to talk this wise?\"<|quote_end|> Answered he, \"Hark ye, boy! I am Sabb\u00e1h, son of Ramm\u00e1h bin Hum\u00e1m.[FN#80] My people are of the Arabs of Syria and I have a cousin, Najmah highs, who to all that look on her brings delight. And when my father died I was brought up in the house of his brother, the father of Najmah; but as soon I grew up and my uncle's daughter became a woman, they secluded her from me and me from her, seeing that I was poor and without money in pouch. Then the Chiefs of the Arabs and the heads of the tribes rebuked her sire, and he was abashed before them and consented to give me my cousin, but upon condition that I should bring him as her dower fifty head of horses and fifty dromedaries which travel ten days[FN#81] without a halt and fifty camels laden with wheat and a like number laden with barley, together with ten black slaves and ten handmaids. Thus the weight he set upon me was beyond my power to bear; for he exacted more than the marriage settlement as by law established. So here am I, travelling from Syria to Irak, and I have passed twenty days with out seeing other than thyself; yet I mean to go to Baghdad that I may ascertain what merchant men of wealth and importance start thence. Then will I fare forth in their track and loot their goods, and I will slay their escort and drive off their camels with their loads. But what manner of man art thou?\" Replied Kanmakan,", "narrative_information_pred": {"saying": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 9}}, "audio_path": "wavs/3585.thousand_nights_vol03_08_burton_64kb_9.flac"}, {"text": "\"Thy case is like unto my case, save that my evil is more grievous than thine ill; for my cousin is a King's daughter and the dowry of which thou hast spoken would not content her people, nor would they be satisfied with the like of that from me.", "start_byte": 149387, "end_byte": 149633, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 830.0550097656251, "cut_end_time": 849.330009765625, "narration": {"text": " Hearing this, Sabbah waxed angry; his arrogance and fury redoubled and he said,", "cut_start_time": 999.3449877929688, "cut_end_time": 1005.9400502929687, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3585.thousand_nights_vol03_08_burton_64kb_10.flac"}, "context": "\" Answered he, \"Hark ye, boy! I am Sabb\u00e1h, son of Ramm\u00e1h bin Hum\u00e1m.[FN#80] My people are of the Arabs of Syria and I have a cousin, Najmah highs, who to all that look on her brings delight. And when my father died I was brought up in the house of his brother, the father of Najmah; but as soon I grew up and my uncle's daughter became a woman, they secluded her from me and me from her, seeing that I was poor and without money in pouch. Then the Chiefs of the Arabs and the heads of the tribes rebuked her sire, and he was abashed before them and consented to give me my cousin, but upon condition that I should bring him as her dower fifty head of horses and fifty dromedaries which travel ten days[FN#81] without a halt and fifty camels laden with wheat and a like number laden with barley, together with ten black slaves and ten handmaids. Thus the weight he set upon me was beyond my power to bear; for he exacted more than the marriage settlement as by law established. So here am I, travelling from Syria to Irak, and I have passed twenty days with out seeing other than thyself; yet I mean to go to Baghdad that I may ascertain what merchant men of wealth and importance start thence. Then will I fare forth in their track and loot their goods, and I will slay their escort and drive off their camels with their loads. But what manner of man art thou?\" Replied Kanmakan, <|quote_start|>\"Thy case is like unto my case, save that my evil is more grievous than thine ill; for my cousin is a King's daughter and the dowry of which thou hast spoken would not content her people, nor would they be satisfied with the like of that from me.\"<|quote_end|> Quoth Sabbah, \"Surely thou art a fool or thy wits for excess of passion are gathering wool! How can thy cousin be a King's daughter? Thou hast no sign of royal rank on thee, for thou art but a mendicant.\" Re joined Kanmakan, \"O Chief of the Arabs, let not this my case seem strange to thee; for what happened, happened;[FN#82] and if thou desire proof of me, I am Kanmakan, son of King Zau al-Makan, son of King Omar bin al-Nu'uman Lord of Baghdad and the realm Khorasan; and Fortune banned me with her tyrant ban, for my father died and my Sultanate was taken by King Sasan. So I fled forth from Baghdad secretly, lest I be seen of any man, and have wandered twenty days without any but thyself to scan. So now I have discovered to thee my case, and my story is as thy story and my need as thy need", "narrative_information_pred": {"replied": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/3585.thousand_nights_vol03_08_burton_64kb_10.flac"}, {"text": "\"Surely thou art a fool or thy wits for excess of passion are gathering wool! How can thy cousin be a King's daughter? Thou hast no sign of royal rank on thee, for thou art but a mendicant.", "start_byte": 149649, "end_byte": 149838, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 852.0349755859376, "cut_end_time": 867.9700380859375, "narration": {"text": " Hearing this, Sabbah waxed angry; his arrogance and fury redoubled and he said,", "cut_start_time": 999.3449877929688, "cut_end_time": 1005.9400502929687, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3585.thousand_nights_vol03_08_burton_64kb_11.flac"}, "context": "\" Answered he, \"Hark ye, boy! I am Sabb\u00e1h, son of Ramm\u00e1h bin Hum\u00e1m.[FN#80] My people are of the Arabs of Syria and I have a cousin, Najmah highs, who to all that look on her brings delight. And when my father died I was brought up in the house of his brother, the father of Najmah; but as soon I grew up and my uncle's daughter became a woman, they secluded her from me and me from her, seeing that I was poor and without money in pouch. Then the Chiefs of the Arabs and the heads of the tribes rebuked her sire, and he was abashed before them and consented to give me my cousin, but upon condition that I should bring him as her dower fifty head of horses and fifty dromedaries which travel ten days[FN#81] without a halt and fifty camels laden with wheat and a like number laden with barley, together with ten black slaves and ten handmaids. Thus the weight he set upon me was beyond my power to bear; for he exacted more than the marriage settlement as by law established. So here am I, travelling from Syria to Irak, and I have passed twenty days with out seeing other than thyself; yet I mean to go to Baghdad that I may ascertain what merchant men of wealth and importance start thence. Then will I fare forth in their track and loot their goods, and I will slay their escort and drive off their camels with their loads. But what manner of man art thou?\" Replied Kanmakan, \"Thy case is like unto my case, save that my evil is more grievous than thine ill; for my cousin is a King's daughter and the dowry of which thou hast spoken would not content her people, nor would they be satisfied with the like of that from me.\" Quoth Sabbah, <|quote_start|>\"Surely thou art a fool or thy wits for excess of passion are gathering wool! How can thy cousin be a King's daughter? Thou hast no sign of royal rank on thee, for thou art but a mendicant.\"<|quote_end|> Re joined Kanmakan, \"O Chief of the Arabs, let not this my case seem strange to thee; for what happened, happened;[FN#82] and if thou desire proof of me, I am Kanmakan, son of King Zau al-Makan, son of King Omar bin al-Nu'uman Lord of Baghdad and the realm Khorasan; and Fortune banned me with her tyrant ban, for my father died and my Sultanate was taken by King Sasan. So I fled forth from Baghdad secretly, lest I be seen of any man, and have wandered twenty days without any but thyself to scan. So now I have discovered to thee my case, and my story is as thy story and my need as thy need", "narrative_information_pred": {"Quoth": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/3585.thousand_nights_vol03_08_burton_64kb_11.flac"}, {"text": "\"Woe to thee! Dost thou bandy words with me, O vilest of dogs that be? Turn thee thy back, or I will come down on thee with clack!", "start_byte": 151365, "end_byte": 151495, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 1006.6549804687501, "cut_end_time": 1017.1700429687501, "narration": {"text": " Hearing this, Sabbah waxed angry; his arrogance and fury redoubled and he said,", "cut_start_time": 999.3449877929688, "cut_end_time": 1005.9400502929687, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3585.thousand_nights_vol03_08_burton_64kb_12.flac"}, "context": "\"O brother of the Arabs, act not on this wise, for my people will not buy me with silver nor with gold, not even with a copper dirham; and I am a poor man, having with me neither much nor little, so cease then to be upon this track and take me to thy comrade. Fare we forth for the land of Irak and wander over the world, so haply we may win dower and marriage portion, and we may seek and enjoy our cousins' kisses and embraces when we come back.\" Hearing this, Sabbah waxed angry; his arrogance and fury redoubled and he said, <|quote_start|>\"Woe to thee! Dost thou bandy words with me, O vilest of dogs that be? Turn thee thy back, or I will come down on thee with clack!\"<|quote_end|> Kanmakan smiled and answered, \"Why should I turn my back for thee? Is there no justice in thee? Dost thou not fear to bring blame upon the Arab men by driving a man like myself captive, in shame and disdain, before thou hast proved him on the plain, to know if he be a warrior or of cowardly strain?\" Upon this Sabbah laughed and replied, \"By Allah, a wonder! Thou art a boy in years told, but in talk thou art old. These words should come from none but a champion doughty and bold: what wantest thou of justice", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/3585.thousand_nights_vol03_08_burton_64kb_12.flac"}, {"text": "\"By Allah, a wonder! Thou art a boy in years told, but in talk thou art old. These words should come from none but a champion doughty and bold: what wantest thou of justice?", "start_byte": 151836, "end_byte": 152009, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 1048.3649560546874, "cut_end_time": 1063.2300810546874, "narration": {"text": " Hearing this, Sabbah waxed angry; his arrogance and fury redoubled and he said,", "cut_start_time": 999.3449877929688, "cut_end_time": 1005.9400502929687, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3585.thousand_nights_vol03_08_burton_64kb_13.flac"}, "context": "\"Woe to thee! Dost thou bandy words with me, O vilest of dogs that be? Turn thee thy back, or I will come down on thee with clack!\" Kanmakan smiled and answered, \"Why should I turn my back for thee? Is there no justice in thee? Dost thou not fear to bring blame upon the Arab men by driving a man like myself captive, in shame and disdain, before thou hast proved him on the plain, to know if he be a warrior or of cowardly strain?\" Upon this Sabbah laughed and replied, <|quote_start|>\"By Allah, a wonder! Thou art a boy in years told, but in talk thou art old. These words should come from none but a champion doughty and bold: what wantest thou of justice?\"<|quote_end|> Quoth Kanmakan, \"If thou wilt have me thy captive, to wend with thee and serve thee, throw down thine arms and put off thine outer gear and come on and wrestle with me; and whichever of us throw his opponent shall have his will of him and make him his boy.\" Then Sabbah laughed and said, \"I think this waste of breath de noteth the nearness of thy death.\" Then he arose and threw down his weapon and, tucking up his skirt, drew near unto Kanmakan who also drew near and they gripped each other. But the Badawi found that the other had the better of him and weighed him down as the quintal downweighs the diner; and he looked at his legs firmly planted on the ground, and saw that they were as two minarets[FN#83] strongly based, or two tent-poles in earth encased, or two mountains which may not he displaced. So he acknowledged himself to be a failure and repented of having come to wrestle with him, saying in himself,", "narrative_information_pred": {"replied": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/3585.thousand_nights_vol03_08_burton_64kb_13.flac"}, {"text": "\"If thou wilt have me thy captive, to wend with thee and serve thee, throw down thine arms and put off thine outer gear and come on and wrestle with me; and whichever of us throw his opponent shall have his will of him and make him his boy.", "start_byte": 152027, "end_byte": 152267, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 1065.9149755859373, "cut_end_time": 1084.9400380859374, "narration": {"text": " Hearing this, Sabbah waxed angry; his arrogance and fury redoubled and he said,", "cut_start_time": 999.3449877929688, "cut_end_time": 1005.9400502929687, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3585.thousand_nights_vol03_08_burton_64kb_14.flac"}, "context": "\"Why should I turn my back for thee? Is there no justice in thee? Dost thou not fear to bring blame upon the Arab men by driving a man like myself captive, in shame and disdain, before thou hast proved him on the plain, to know if he be a warrior or of cowardly strain?\" Upon this Sabbah laughed and replied, \"By Allah, a wonder! Thou art a boy in years told, but in talk thou art old. These words should come from none but a champion doughty and bold: what wantest thou of justice?\" Quoth Kanmakan, <|quote_start|>\"If thou wilt have me thy captive, to wend with thee and serve thee, throw down thine arms and put off thine outer gear and come on and wrestle with me; and whichever of us throw his opponent shall have his will of him and make him his boy.\"<|quote_end|> Then Sabbah laughed and said, \"I think this waste of breath de noteth the nearness of thy death.\" Then he arose and threw down his weapon and, tucking up his skirt, drew near unto Kanmakan who also drew near and they gripped each other. But the Badawi found that the other had the better of him and weighed him down as the quintal downweighs the diner; and he looked at his legs firmly planted on the ground, and saw that they were as two minarets[FN#83] strongly based, or two tent-poles in earth encased, or two mountains which may not he displaced. So he acknowledged himself to be a failure and repented of having come to wrestle with him, saying in himself,", "narrative_information_pred": {"quoth": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/3585.thousand_nights_vol03_08_burton_64kb_14.flac"}, {"text": "\"I think this waste of breath de noteth the nearness of thy death.", "start_byte": 152299, "end_byte": 152365, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 1089.1149755859374, "cut_end_time": 1093.9901005859374, "narration": {"text": " Hearing this, Sabbah waxed angry; his arrogance and fury redoubled and he said,", "cut_start_time": 999.3449877929688, "cut_end_time": 1005.9400502929687, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3585.thousand_nights_vol03_08_burton_64kb_15.flac"}, "context": "\"By Allah, a wonder! Thou art a boy in years told, but in talk thou art old. These words should come from none but a champion doughty and bold: what wantest thou of justice?\" Quoth Kanmakan, \"If thou wilt have me thy captive, to wend with thee and serve thee, throw down thine arms and put off thine outer gear and come on and wrestle with me; and whichever of us throw his opponent shall have his will of him and make him his boy.\" Then Sabbah laughed and said, <|quote_start|>\"I think this waste of breath de noteth the nearness of thy death.\"<|quote_end|> Then he arose and threw down his weapon and, tucking up his skirt, drew near unto Kanmakan who also drew near and they gripped each other. But the Badawi found that the other had the better of him and weighed him down as the quintal downweighs the diner; and he looked at his legs firmly planted on the ground, and saw that they were as two minarets[FN#83] strongly based, or two tent-poles in earth encased, or two mountains which may not he displaced. So he acknowledged himself to be a failure and repented of having come to wrestle with him, saying in himself,", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/3585.thousand_nights_vol03_08_burton_64kb_15.flac"}, {"text": "\"Would I had slain him with my weapon!", "start_byte": 152932, "end_byte": 152970, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 1144.005009765625, "cut_end_time": 1146.9000097656249, "narration": {"text": " Hearing this, Sabbah waxed angry; his arrogance and fury redoubled and he said,", "cut_start_time": 999.3449877929688, "cut_end_time": 1005.9400502929687, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3585.thousand_nights_vol03_08_burton_64kb_16.flac"}, "context": "\" Then he arose and threw down his weapon and, tucking up his skirt, drew near unto Kanmakan who also drew near and they gripped each other. But the Badawi found that the other had the better of him and weighed him down as the quintal downweighs the diner; and he looked at his legs firmly planted on the ground, and saw that they were as two minarets[FN#83] strongly based, or two tent-poles in earth encased, or two mountains which may not he displaced. So he acknowledged himself to be a failure and repented of having come to wrestle with him, saying in himself, <|quote_start|>\"Would I had slain him with my weapon!\"<|quote_end|> Then Kanmakan took hold of him and mastering him, shook him till the Badawi thought his bowels would burst in his belly, and he broke out, \"Hold thy hand, O boy!\" He heeded not his words, but shook him again and, lifting him from the ground, made with him towards the stream, that he might throw him therein: where upon the Badawi roared out, saying, \"O thou valiant man, what wilt thou do with me?\"[FN#", "narrative_information_pred": {"saying": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/3585.thousand_nights_vol03_08_burton_64kb_16.flac"}, {"text": "\"Hold thy hand, O boy!", "start_byte": 153111, "end_byte": 153133, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 1158.9749707031249, "cut_end_time": 1160.610095703125, "narration": {"text": " Hearing this, Sabbah waxed angry; his arrogance and fury redoubled and he said,", "cut_start_time": 999.3449877929688, "cut_end_time": 1005.9400502929687, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3585.thousand_nights_vol03_08_burton_64kb_17.flac"}, "context": "\" Then he arose and threw down his weapon and, tucking up his skirt, drew near unto Kanmakan who also drew near and they gripped each other. But the Badawi found that the other had the better of him and weighed him down as the quintal downweighs the diner; and he looked at his legs firmly planted on the ground, and saw that they were as two minarets[FN#83] strongly based, or two tent-poles in earth encased, or two mountains which may not he displaced. So he acknowledged himself to be a failure and repented of having come to wrestle with him, saying in himself, \"Would I had slain him with my weapon!\" Then Kanmakan took hold of him and mastering him, shook him till the Badawi thought his bowels would burst in his belly, and he broke out, <|quote_start|>\"Hold thy hand, O boy!\"<|quote_end|> He heeded not his words, but shook him again and, lifting him from the ground, made with him towards the stream, that he might throw him therein: where upon the Badawi roared out, saying, \"O thou valiant man, what wilt thou do with me?\"[FN#84] Quoth he, \"I mean to throw thee into this stream: it will bear thee to the Tigris. The Tigris will bring thee to the river Isa and the Isa will carry thee to the Euphrates, and the Euphrates will land thee in shine own country; so thy tribe shall see thee and know thy manly cheer and how thy passion be sincere", "narrative_information_pred": {"broke": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 9}}, "audio_path": "wavs/3585.thousand_nights_vol03_08_burton_64kb_17.flac"}, {"text": "\"O thou valiant man, what wilt thou do with me?\"[FN#8", "start_byte": 153323, "end_byte": 153376, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 1178.444990234375, "cut_end_time": 1181.860115234375, "narration": {"text": " Hearing this, Sabbah waxed angry; his arrogance and fury redoubled and he said,", "cut_start_time": 999.3449877929688, "cut_end_time": 1005.9400502929687, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3585.thousand_nights_vol03_08_burton_64kb_18.flac"}, "context": "\" Then he arose and threw down his weapon and, tucking up his skirt, drew near unto Kanmakan who also drew near and they gripped each other. But the Badawi found that the other had the better of him and weighed him down as the quintal downweighs the diner; and he looked at his legs firmly planted on the ground, and saw that they were as two minarets[FN#83] strongly based, or two tent-poles in earth encased, or two mountains which may not he displaced. So he acknowledged himself to be a failure and repented of having come to wrestle with him, saying in himself, \"Would I had slain him with my weapon!\" Then Kanmakan took hold of him and mastering him, shook him till the Badawi thought his bowels would burst in his belly, and he broke out, \"Hold thy hand, O boy!\" He heeded not his words, but shook him again and, lifting him from the ground, made with him towards the stream, that he might throw him therein: where upon the Badawi roared out, saying, <|quote_start|>\"O thou valiant man, what wilt thou do with me?\"[FN#84<|quote_end|>] Quoth he, \"I mean to throw thee into this stream: it will bear thee to the Tigris. The Tigris will bring thee to the river Isa and the Isa will carry thee to the Euphrates, and the Euphrates will land thee in shine own country; so thy tribe shall see thee and know thy manly cheer and how thy passion be sincere.\" Then Sabbah cried aloud and said, \"O Champion of the desert lair, do not with me what deed the wicked dare but let me go, by the life of thy cousin, the jewel of the fair", "narrative_information_pred": {"saying": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/3585.thousand_nights_vol03_08_burton_64kb_18.flac"}, {"text": "\"O Champion of the desert lair, do not with me what deed the wicked dare but let me go, by the life of thy cousin, the jewel of the fair!", "start_byte": 153727, "end_byte": 153864, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 1213.1050048828124, "cut_end_time": 1223.5600673828123, "narration": {"text": " Hearing this, Sabbah waxed angry; his arrogance and fury redoubled and he said,", "cut_start_time": 999.3449877929688, "cut_end_time": 1005.9400502929687, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3585.thousand_nights_vol03_08_burton_64kb_19.flac"}, "context": "\"O thou valiant man, what wilt thou do with me?\"[FN#84] Quoth he, \"I mean to throw thee into this stream: it will bear thee to the Tigris. The Tigris will bring thee to the river Isa and the Isa will carry thee to the Euphrates, and the Euphrates will land thee in shine own country; so thy tribe shall see thee and know thy manly cheer and how thy passion be sincere.\" Then Sabbah cried aloud and said, <|quote_start|>\"O Champion of the desert lair, do not with me what deed the wicked dare but let me go, by the life of thy cousin, the jewel of the fair!\"<|quote_end|> Hearing this, Kanmakan set him on the ground, but when he found him self at liberty, he ran to his sword and targe and taking them up stood plotting in himself treachery and sudden assault on his adversary.[FN#85] The Prince kenned his intent in his eye and said to him, \"I con what is in thy heart, now thou hast hold of thy sword and thy targe. Thou hast neither length of hand nor trick of wrestling, but thou thinkest that, wert thou on thy mare and couldst wheel about the plain, and ply me with thy skene, I had long ago been slain. But I will give thee thy requite, so there may be left in thy heart no despite; now give me the targe and fall on me with thy whinger; either thou shalt kill me or I shall kill thee", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/3585.thousand_nights_vol03_08_burton_64kb_19.flac"}, {"text": "\"This is the finishing blow!", "start_byte": 154823, "end_byte": 154851, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 1313.7549560546875, "cut_end_time": 1315.3800810546875, "narration": {"text": " Hearing this, Sabbah waxed angry; his arrogance and fury redoubled and he said,", "cut_start_time": 999.3449877929688, "cut_end_time": 1005.9400502929687, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3585.thousand_nights_vol03_08_burton_64kb_20.flac"}, "context": "\"I con what is in thy heart, now thou hast hold of thy sword and thy targe. Thou hast neither length of hand nor trick of wrestling, but thou thinkest that, wert thou on thy mare and couldst wheel about the plain, and ply me with thy skene, I had long ago been slain. But I will give thee thy requite, so there may be left in thy heart no despite; now give me the targe and fall on me with thy whinger; either thou shalt kill me or I shall kill thee.\" \"Here it is,\" answered Sabbah and, throwing him the targe, bared his brand and rushed at him sword in hand; Kanmakan hent the buckler in his right and began to fend himself with it, whilst Sabbah struck at him, saying at each stroke, <|quote_start|>\"This is the finishing blow!\"<|quote_end|> But it fell harmless enow, for Kanmakan took all on his buckler and it was waste work, though he did not reply lacking the wherewithal to strike and Sabbah ceased not to smite at him with his sabre, till his arm was weary. When his opponent saw this, he rushed upon him and, hugging him in his arms, shook him and threw him to the ground. Then he turned him over on his face and pinioned his elbows behind him with the baldrick of his sword, and began to drag him by the feet and to make for the river. Thereupon cried Sabbah,", "narrative_information_pred": {"saying": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/3585.thousand_nights_vol03_08_burton_64kb_20.flac"}, {"text": "\"What wilt thou do with me, O youth, and cavalier of the age and brave of the plain where battles rage?", "start_byte": 155380, "end_byte": 155483, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 1364.7450244140623, "cut_end_time": 1372.3800244140625, "narration": {"text": " Hearing this, Sabbah waxed angry; his arrogance and fury redoubled and he said,", "cut_start_time": 999.3449877929688, "cut_end_time": 1005.9400502929687, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3585.thousand_nights_vol03_08_burton_64kb_21.flac"}, "context": "\" But it fell harmless enow, for Kanmakan took all on his buckler and it was waste work, though he did not reply lacking the wherewithal to strike and Sabbah ceased not to smite at him with his sabre, till his arm was weary. When his opponent saw this, he rushed upon him and, hugging him in his arms, shook him and threw him to the ground. Then he turned him over on his face and pinioned his elbows behind him with the baldrick of his sword, and began to drag him by the feet and to make for the river. Thereupon cried Sabbah, <|quote_start|>\"What wilt thou do with me, O youth, and cavalier of the age and brave of the plain where battles rage?\"<|quote_end|> Answered he, \"Did I not tell thee that it was my intent to send thee by the river to thy kin and to thy tribe, that thy heart be not troubled for them nor their hearts be troubled for thee, and lest thou miss thy cousin's bride-feast!\" At this Sabbah shrieked aloud and wept and screaming said, \"Do not thus, O champion of the time's braves! Let me go and make me one of thy slaves!\" And he wept and wailed and began reciting these verses,", "narrative_information_pred": {"cried": {"id": "6", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/3585.thousand_nights_vol03_08_burton_64kb_21.flac"}, {"text": "\"Did I not tell thee that it was my intent to send thee by the river to thy kin and to thy tribe, that thy heart be not troubled for them nor their hearts be troubled for thee, and lest thou miss thy cousin's bride-feast!", "start_byte": 155498, "end_byte": 155719, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 1374.6050292968748, "cut_end_time": 1392.530091796875, "narration": {"text": " Hearing this, Sabbah waxed angry; his arrogance and fury redoubled and he said,", "cut_start_time": 999.3449877929688, "cut_end_time": 1005.9400502929687, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3585.thousand_nights_vol03_08_burton_64kb_22.flac"}, "context": "\" But it fell harmless enow, for Kanmakan took all on his buckler and it was waste work, though he did not reply lacking the wherewithal to strike and Sabbah ceased not to smite at him with his sabre, till his arm was weary. When his opponent saw this, he rushed upon him and, hugging him in his arms, shook him and threw him to the ground. Then he turned him over on his face and pinioned his elbows behind him with the baldrick of his sword, and began to drag him by the feet and to make for the river. Thereupon cried Sabbah, \"What wilt thou do with me, O youth, and cavalier of the age and brave of the plain where battles rage?\" Answered he, <|quote_start|>\"Did I not tell thee that it was my intent to send thee by the river to thy kin and to thy tribe, that thy heart be not troubled for them nor their hearts be troubled for thee, and lest thou miss thy cousin's bride-feast!\"<|quote_end|> At this Sabbah shrieked aloud and wept and screaming said, \"Do not thus, O champion of the time's braves! Let me go and make me one of thy slaves!\" And he wept and wailed and began reciting these verses,\n\n\"I'm estranged fro' my folk and estrangement's long: * Shall I die amid strangers? Ah, would that I kenned! I die, nor my kinsman shall know where I'm slain, * Die in exile nor see the dear face of my friend!\"", "narrative_information_pred": {"Answered": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/3585.thousand_nights_vol03_08_burton_64kb_22.flac"}, {"text": "\"Do not thus, O champion of the time's braves! Let me go and make me one of thy slaves!", "start_byte": 155780, "end_byte": 155867, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 1401.0150097656249, "cut_end_time": 1407.530009765625, "narration": {"text": " At this Sabbah shrieked aloud and wept and screaming said,", "cut_start_time": 1395.1450244140624, "cut_end_time": 1400.1500869140625, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3585.thousand_nights_vol03_08_burton_64kb_23.flac"}, "context": "\" But it fell harmless enow, for Kanmakan took all on his buckler and it was waste work, though he did not reply lacking the wherewithal to strike and Sabbah ceased not to smite at him with his sabre, till his arm was weary. When his opponent saw this, he rushed upon him and, hugging him in his arms, shook him and threw him to the ground. Then he turned him over on his face and pinioned his elbows behind him with the baldrick of his sword, and began to drag him by the feet and to make for the river. Thereupon cried Sabbah, \"What wilt thou do with me, O youth, and cavalier of the age and brave of the plain where battles rage?\" Answered he, \"Did I not tell thee that it was my intent to send thee by the river to thy kin and to thy tribe, that thy heart be not troubled for them nor their hearts be troubled for thee, and lest thou miss thy cousin's bride-feast!\" At this Sabbah shrieked aloud and wept and screaming said, <|quote_start|>\"Do not thus, O champion of the time's braves! Let me go and make me one of thy slaves!\"<|quote_end|> And he wept and wailed and began reciting these verses,\n\n\"I'm estranged fro' my folk and estrangement's long: * Shall I die amid strangers? Ah, would that I kenned! I die, nor my kinsman shall know where I'm slain, * Die in exile nor see the dear face of my friend!\"\n\nThereupon Kanmakan had compassion on him and said, \"Make with me a covenant true and swear me an oath to be a comrade as due and to bear me company wheresoever I may go", "narrative_information_pred": {"screaming": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 9}}, "audio_path": "wavs/3585.thousand_nights_vol03_08_burton_64kb_23.flac"}, {"text": "\"I'm estranged fro' my folk and estrangement's long: * Shall I die amid strangers? Ah, would that I kenned! I die, nor my kinsman shall know where I'm slain, * Die in exile nor see the dear face of my friend!\"", "start_byte": 155926, "end_byte": 156135, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 1414.2050537109374, "cut_end_time": 1431.5900537109374, "narration": {"text": " And he wept and wailed and began reciting these verses,", "cut_start_time": 1408.8049902343748, "cut_end_time": 1413.380115234375, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3585.thousand_nights_vol03_08_burton_64kb_24.flac"}, "context": "\"Did I not tell thee that it was my intent to send thee by the river to thy kin and to thy tribe, that thy heart be not troubled for them nor their hearts be troubled for thee, and lest thou miss thy cousin's bride-feast!\" At this Sabbah shrieked aloud and wept and screaming said, \"Do not thus, O champion of the time's braves! Let me go and make me one of thy slaves!\" And he wept and wailed and began reciting these verses,\n\n<|quote_start|>\"I'm estranged fro' my folk and estrangement's long: * Shall I die amid strangers? Ah, would that I kenned! I die, nor my kinsman shall know where I'm slain, * Die in exile nor see the dear face of my friend!\"<|quote_end|>\n\nThereupon Kanmakan had compassion on him and said, \"Make with me a covenant true and swear me an oath to be a comrade as due and to bear me company wheresoever I may go.\" \"'Tis well,\" replied Sabbah and swore accordingly. Then Kanmakan loosed him and he rose and would have kissed the Prince's hand; but he forbade him that. Then the Badawi opened his scrip and, taking out three barley scones, laid them before Kanmakan and they both sat down on the bank of the stream to eat.[FN#86] When they had done eating together, they made the lesser ablution and prayed; after which they sat talking of what had befallen each of them from his people and from the shifts of Time. Presently said Kanmakan,", "narrative_information_pred": {}, "audio_path": "wavs/3585.thousand_nights_vol03_08_burton_64kb_24.flac"}, {"text": "\"Make with me a covenant true and swear me an oath to be a comrade as due and to bear me company wheresoever I may go.", "start_byte": 156188, "end_byte": 156306, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 1438.1150439453124, "cut_end_time": 1447.4200439453125, "narration": {"text": " So the Badawi farewelled him and took the way for Baghdad, whilst Kanmakan remained behind, saying to himself,", "cut_start_time": 1513.0449755859374, "cut_end_time": 1521.4300380859374, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3585.thousand_nights_vol03_08_burton_64kb_25.flac"}, "context": "\"Do not thus, O champion of the time's braves! Let me go and make me one of thy slaves!\" And he wept and wailed and began reciting these verses,\n\n\"I'm estranged fro' my folk and estrangement's long: * Shall I die amid strangers? Ah, would that I kenned! I die, nor my kinsman shall know where I'm slain, * Die in exile nor see the dear face of my friend!\"\n\nThereupon Kanmakan had compassion on him and said, <|quote_start|>\"Make with me a covenant true and swear me an oath to be a comrade as due and to bear me company wheresoever I may go.\"<|quote_end|> \"'Tis well,\" replied Sabbah and swore accordingly. Then Kanmakan loosed him and he rose and would have kissed the Prince's hand; but he forbade him that. Then the Badawi opened his scrip and, taking out three barley scones, laid them before Kanmakan and they both sat down on the bank of the stream to eat.[FN#86] When they had done eating together, they made the lesser ablution and prayed; after which they sat talking of what had befallen each of them from his people and from the shifts of Time. Presently said Kanmakan,", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/3585.thousand_nights_vol03_08_burton_64kb_25.flac"}, {"text": "\"Whither dost thou now intend?", "start_byte": 156833, "end_byte": 156863, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 1492.8150244140625, "cut_end_time": 1494.7400244140624, "narration": {"text": " So the Badawi farewelled him and took the way for Baghdad, whilst Kanmakan remained behind, saying to himself,", "cut_start_time": 1513.0449755859374, "cut_end_time": 1521.4300380859374, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3585.thousand_nights_vol03_08_burton_64kb_26.flac"}, "context": "\" \"'Tis well,\" replied Sabbah and swore accordingly. Then Kanmakan loosed him and he rose and would have kissed the Prince's hand; but he forbade him that. Then the Badawi opened his scrip and, taking out three barley scones, laid them before Kanmakan and they both sat down on the bank of the stream to eat.[FN#86] When they had done eating together, they made the lesser ablution and prayed; after which they sat talking of what had befallen each of them from his people and from the shifts of Time. Presently said Kanmakan, <|quote_start|>\"Whither dost thou now intend?\"<|quote_end|> Replied Sabbah, \"I purpose to repair to Baghdad, thy native town, and abide there, until Allah vouchsafe me the marriage portion.\" Rejoined the other, \"Up then and to the road! I tarry here.\" So the Badawi farewelled him and took the way for Baghdad, whilst Kanmakan remained behind, saying to himself, \"O my soul, with what face shall I return pauper- poor? Now by Allah, I will not go back empty handed and, if the Almighty please, I will assuredly work my deliverance", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/3585.thousand_nights_vol03_08_burton_64kb_26.flac"}, {"text": "\"I purpose to repair to Baghdad, thy native town, and abide there, until Allah vouchsafe me the marriage portion.", "start_byte": 156881, "end_byte": 156994, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 1497.3650048828124, "cut_end_time": 1506.2100673828124, "narration": {"text": " So the Badawi farewelled him and took the way for Baghdad, whilst Kanmakan remained behind, saying to himself,", "cut_start_time": 1513.0449755859374, "cut_end_time": 1521.4300380859374, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3585.thousand_nights_vol03_08_burton_64kb_27.flac"}, "context": "\" \"'Tis well,\" replied Sabbah and swore accordingly. Then Kanmakan loosed him and he rose and would have kissed the Prince's hand; but he forbade him that. Then the Badawi opened his scrip and, taking out three barley scones, laid them before Kanmakan and they both sat down on the bank of the stream to eat.[FN#86] When they had done eating together, they made the lesser ablution and prayed; after which they sat talking of what had befallen each of them from his people and from the shifts of Time. Presently said Kanmakan, \"Whither dost thou now intend?\" Replied Sabbah, <|quote_start|>\"I purpose to repair to Baghdad, thy native town, and abide there, until Allah vouchsafe me the marriage portion.\"<|quote_end|> Rejoined the other, \"Up then and to the road! I tarry here.\" So the Badawi farewelled him and took the way for Baghdad, whilst Kanmakan remained behind, saying to himself, \"O my soul, with what face shall I return pauper- poor? Now by Allah, I will not go back empty handed and, if the Almighty please, I will assuredly work my deliverance.\" Then he went to the stream and made the Wuzu-washing and when prostrating he laid his brow in the dust and prayed to the Lord, saying,", "narrative_information_pred": {"replied": {"id": "2", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/3585.thousand_nights_vol03_08_burton_64kb_27.flac"}, {"text": "\"Up then and to the road! I tarry here.", "start_byte": 157016, "end_byte": 157055, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 1508.71505859375, "cut_end_time": 1511.93005859375, "narration": {"text": " So the Badawi farewelled him and took the way for Baghdad, whilst Kanmakan remained behind, saying to himself,", "cut_start_time": 1513.0449755859374, "cut_end_time": 1521.4300380859374, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3585.thousand_nights_vol03_08_burton_64kb_28.flac"}, "context": "\" \"'Tis well,\" replied Sabbah and swore accordingly. Then Kanmakan loosed him and he rose and would have kissed the Prince's hand; but he forbade him that. Then the Badawi opened his scrip and, taking out three barley scones, laid them before Kanmakan and they both sat down on the bank of the stream to eat.[FN#86] When they had done eating together, they made the lesser ablution and prayed; after which they sat talking of what had befallen each of them from his people and from the shifts of Time. Presently said Kanmakan, \"Whither dost thou now intend?\" Replied Sabbah, \"I purpose to repair to Baghdad, thy native town, and abide there, until Allah vouchsafe me the marriage portion.\" Rejoined the other, <|quote_start|>\"Up then and to the road! I tarry here.\"<|quote_end|> So the Badawi farewelled him and took the way for Baghdad, whilst Kanmakan remained behind, saying to himself, \"O my soul, with what face shall I return pauper- poor? Now by Allah, I will not go back empty handed and, if the Almighty please, I will assuredly work my deliverance.\" Then he went to the stream and made the Wuzu-washing and when prostrating he laid his brow in the dust and prayed to the Lord, saying,", "narrative_information_pred": {"rejoined": {"id": "2", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/3585.thousand_nights_vol03_08_burton_64kb_28.flac"}, {"text": "\"O my soul, with what face shall I return pauper- poor? Now by Allah, I will not go back empty handed and, if the Almighty please, I will assuredly work my deliverance.", "start_byte": 157168, "end_byte": 157336, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 1522.6049462890624, "cut_end_time": 1537.1400712890625, "narration": {"text": " So the Badawi farewelled him and took the way for Baghdad, whilst Kanmakan remained behind, saying to himself,", "cut_start_time": 1513.0449755859374, "cut_end_time": 1521.4300380859374, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3585.thousand_nights_vol03_08_burton_64kb_29.flac"}, "context": "\" \"'Tis well,\" replied Sabbah and swore accordingly. Then Kanmakan loosed him and he rose and would have kissed the Prince's hand; but he forbade him that. Then the Badawi opened his scrip and, taking out three barley scones, laid them before Kanmakan and they both sat down on the bank of the stream to eat.[FN#86] When they had done eating together, they made the lesser ablution and prayed; after which they sat talking of what had befallen each of them from his people and from the shifts of Time. Presently said Kanmakan, \"Whither dost thou now intend?\" Replied Sabbah, \"I purpose to repair to Baghdad, thy native town, and abide there, until Allah vouchsafe me the marriage portion.\" Rejoined the other, \"Up then and to the road! I tarry here.\" So the Badawi farewelled him and took the way for Baghdad, whilst Kanmakan remained behind, saying to himself, <|quote_start|>\"O my soul, with what face shall I return pauper- poor? Now by Allah, I will not go back empty handed and, if the Almighty please, I will assuredly work my deliverance.\"<|quote_end|> Then he went to the stream and made the Wuzu-washing and when prostrating he laid his brow in the dust and prayed to the Lord, saying, \"O Allah! Thou who sendest down the dew, and feedest the worm that homes in the stone, I beseech Thee vouchsafe me my livelihood of Thine Omnipotence and the Grace of Thy benevolence!\" Then he pronounced the salutation which closes prayer; yet every road appeared closed to him. And while he sat turning right and left, behold, he espied a horseman making towards him with bent back and reins slack. He sat up right and after a time reached the Prince; and the stranger was at the last gasp and made sure of death, for he was grievously wounded when he came up; the tears streamed down his cheeks like water from the mouths of skins, and he said to Kanmakan,", "narrative_information_pred": {"saying": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 9}}, "audio_path": "wavs/3585.thousand_nights_vol03_08_burton_64kb_29.flac"}, {"text": "\"O Allah! Thou who sendest down the dew, and feedest the worm that homes in the stone, I beseech Thee vouchsafe me my livelihood of Thine Omnipotence and the Grace of Thy benevolence!", "start_byte": 157473, "end_byte": 157656, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 1549.945009765625, "cut_end_time": 1565.1700722656249, "narration": {"text": " So the Badawi farewelled him and took the way for Baghdad, whilst Kanmakan remained behind, saying to himself,", "cut_start_time": 1513.0449755859374, "cut_end_time": 1521.4300380859374, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3585.thousand_nights_vol03_08_burton_64kb_30.flac"}, "context": "\" So the Badawi farewelled him and took the way for Baghdad, whilst Kanmakan remained behind, saying to himself, \"O my soul, with what face shall I return pauper- poor? Now by Allah, I will not go back empty handed and, if the Almighty please, I will assuredly work my deliverance.\" Then he went to the stream and made the Wuzu-washing and when prostrating he laid his brow in the dust and prayed to the Lord, saying, <|quote_start|>\"O Allah! Thou who sendest down the dew, and feedest the worm that homes in the stone, I beseech Thee vouchsafe me my livelihood of Thine Omnipotence and the Grace of Thy benevolence!\"<|quote_end|> Then he pronounced the salutation which closes prayer; yet every road appeared closed to him. And while he sat turning right and left, behold, he espied a horseman making towards him with bent back and reins slack. He sat up right and after a time reached the Prince; and the stranger was at the last gasp and made sure of death, for he was grievously wounded when he came up; the tears streamed down his cheeks like water from the mouths of skins, and he said to Kanmakan,", "narrative_information_pred": {"saying": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/3585.thousand_nights_vol03_08_burton_64kb_30.flac"}, {"text": "\"Verily the like of this stallion[FN#88] is not to be found in our time.", "start_byte": 158714, "end_byte": 158786, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 1661.944970703125, "cut_end_time": 1666.7200957031248, "narration": {"text": " So the Badawi farewelled him and took the way for Baghdad, whilst Kanmakan remained behind, saying to himself,", "cut_start_time": 1513.0449755859374, "cut_end_time": 1521.4300380859374, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3585.thousand_nights_vol03_08_burton_64kb_31.flac"}, "context": "\"O Chief of the Arabs, take me to thy friendship as long as I live, for thou wilt not find my like; and give me a little water though the drinking of water be harmful to one wounded, especially whilst the blood is flowing and the life with it. And if I live, I will give thee what shall heal thy penury and thy poverty: and if I die, mayst thou be blessed for thy good intent.\" Now under that horseman was a stallion, so noble a Rabite[FN#87] the tongue fails to describe him; and as Kanmakan looked at his legs like marble shafts, he was seized with a longing and said to himself, <|quote_start|>\"Verily the like of this stallion[FN#88] is not to be found in our time.\"<|quote_end|> Then he helped the rider to alight and entreated him in friendly guise and gave him a little water to swallow; after which he waited till he had taken rest and addressed him, saying, \"Who hath dealt thus with thee?\" Quoth the rider, \"I will tell thee the truth of the case. I am a horse thief and I have busied myself with lifting and snatching horses all my life, night and day, and my name is Ghassan, the plague of every stable and stallion. I heard tell of this horse, that he was in the land of Roum, with King Afridun, where they had named him Al-Kat\u00fal and surnamed him Al Majn\u00fan.[FN#89] So I journeyed to Constantinople for his sake and watched my opportunity and whilst I was thus waiting, there came out an old woman, one highly honoured among the Greeks, and whose word with them is law, by name Zat al-Dawahi, a past mistress in all manner of trickery. She had with her this steed and ten slaves, no more, to attend on her and the horse; and she was bound for Baghdad and Khorasan, there to seek King Sasan and to sue for peace and pardon from ban. So I went out in their track, longing to get at the horse,[FN#90] and ceased not to follow them, but was unable to come by the stallion, because of the strict guard kept by the slaves, till they reached this country and I feared lest they enter the city of Baghdad. As I was casting about to steal the stallion lo! a great cloud of dust arose on them and walled the horizon. Presently it opened and disclosed fifty horsemen, gathered together to waylay merchants on the highway, and their captain, by name Kahrdash, was a lion in daring and dash; a furious lion who layeth knights flat as carpets in battle-crash.\" \u2014 And Shahrazad perceived the dawn of day and ceased to say her permitted say.", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/3585.thousand_nights_vol03_08_burton_64kb_31.flac"}, {"text": "\"Who hath dealt thus with thee?", "start_byte": 158971, "end_byte": 159002, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 1685.03505859375, "cut_end_time": 1686.88005859375, "narration": {"text": " So the Badawi farewelled him and took the way for Baghdad, whilst Kanmakan remained behind, saying to himself,", "cut_start_time": 1513.0449755859374, "cut_end_time": 1521.4300380859374, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3585.thousand_nights_vol03_08_burton_64kb_32.flac"}, "context": "\" Now under that horseman was a stallion, so noble a Rabite[FN#87] the tongue fails to describe him; and as Kanmakan looked at his legs like marble shafts, he was seized with a longing and said to himself, \"Verily the like of this stallion[FN#88] is not to be found in our time.\" Then he helped the rider to alight and entreated him in friendly guise and gave him a little water to swallow; after which he waited till he had taken rest and addressed him, saying, <|quote_start|>\"Who hath dealt thus with thee?\"<|quote_end|> Quoth the rider, \"I will tell thee the truth of the case. I am a horse thief and I have busied myself with lifting and snatching horses all my life, night and day, and my name is Ghassan, the plague of every stable and stallion. I heard tell of this horse, that he was in the land of Roum, with King Afridun, where they had named him Al-Kat\u00fal and surnamed him Al Majn\u00fan.[FN#89] So I journeyed to Constantinople for his sake and watched my opportunity and whilst I was thus waiting, there came out an old woman, one highly honoured among the Greeks, and whose word with them is law, by name Zat al-Dawahi, a past mistress in all manner of trickery. She had with her this steed and ten slaves, no more, to attend on her and the horse; and she was bound for Baghdad and Khorasan, there to seek King Sasan and to sue for peace and pardon from ban. So I went out in their track, longing to get at the horse,[FN#90] and ceased not to follow them, but was unable to come by the stallion, because of the strict guard kept by the slaves, till they reached this country and I feared lest they enter the city of Baghdad. As I was casting about to steal the stallion lo! a great cloud of dust arose on them and walled the horizon. Presently it opened and disclosed fifty horsemen, gathered together to waylay merchants on the highway, and their captain, by name Kahrdash, was a lion in daring and dash; a furious lion who layeth knights flat as carpets in battle-crash.\" \u2014 And Shahrazad perceived the dawn of day and ceased to say her permitted say.", "narrative_information_pred": {"addressed": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}, "saying": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 9}}, "audio_path": "wavs/3585.thousand_nights_vol03_08_burton_64kb_32.flac"}]}

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But he was stricken in years and his bones were wasted, without having been blessed with a son, albeit he had four wives, daughters of Kings, and threescore concubines, with each of whom he was wont to lie one night in turn.[FN#222] This preyed upon his mind and disquieted him, so that he complained thereof to one of his Wazirs, saying, <|quote_start|>\"Verily I fear lest my kingdom be lost when I die, for that I have no son to succeed me.\"<|quote_end|> The Minister answered, \"O King, peradventure Allah shall yet bring something to pass; so rely upon the Almighty and be instant in prayer. It is also my counsel that thou spread a banquet and invite to it the poor and needy, and let them eat of thy food; and supplicate the Lord to vouchsafe thee a son; for perchance there may be among thy guests a righteous soul whose prayers find acceptance; and thereby thou shalt win thy wish.\" So the King rose, made the lesser ablution, and prayed a two-bow prayer,[FN#223] then he cried upon Allah with pure intention; after which he called his chief wife to bed and lay with her forthright. By grace of God she conceived and, when her months were accomplished, she bore a male child, like the moon on the night of fulness. The King named him Kamar al-Zam\u00e1n,[FN#224] and rejoiced in him with extreme joy and bade the city be dressed out in his honour; so they decorated the streets seven days, whilst the drums beat and the messengers bore the glad tidings abroad. Then wet and dry nurses were provided for the boy and he was reared in splendour and delight, until he reached the age of fifteen. He grew up of surpassing beauty and seemlihead and symmetry, and his father loved him so dear that he could not brook to be parted from him day or night. One day he complained to a certain of his Ministers anent the excess of his love for his only child, saying,", "narrative_information_pred": {"saying": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/3585.thousand_nights_vol03_25_burton_64kb_0.flac"}, {"text": "\"O thou the Wazir, of a truth I fear for my son, Kamar al-Zaman, the shifts and accidents which befal man and fain would I marry him in my life-time.", "start_byte": 464532, "end_byte": 464681, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 218.65500732421876, "cut_end_time": 232.30006982421875, "narration": {"text": " so he came and bowed his head to the ground in modesty before his sire.", "cut_start_time": 256.7050036621094, "cut_end_time": 262.0900661621094, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3585.thousand_nights_vol03_25_burton_64kb_1.flac"}, "context": "\" So the King rose, made the lesser ablution, and prayed a two-bow prayer,[FN#223] then he cried upon Allah with pure intention; after which he called his chief wife to bed and lay with her forthright. By grace of God she conceived and, when her months were accomplished, she bore a male child, like the moon on the night of fulness. The King named him Kamar al-Zam\u00e1n,[FN#224] and rejoiced in him with extreme joy and bade the city be dressed out in his honour; so they decorated the streets seven days, whilst the drums beat and the messengers bore the glad tidings abroad. Then wet and dry nurses were provided for the boy and he was reared in splendour and delight, until he reached the age of fifteen. He grew up of surpassing beauty and seemlihead and symmetry, and his father loved him so dear that he could not brook to be parted from him day or night. One day he complained to a certain of his Ministers anent the excess of his love for his only child, saying, <|quote_start|>\"O thou the Wazir, of a truth I fear for my son, Kamar al-Zaman, the shifts and accidents which befal man and fain would I marry him in my life-time.\"<|quote_end|> Answered the Wazir, \"O King, know thou that marriage is one of the most honourable of moral actions, and thou wouldst indeed do well and right to marry thy son in thy lifetime, ere thou make him Sultan.\" On this quoth the King, \"Hither with my son Kamar al-Zaman;\" so he came and bowed his head to the ground in modesty before his sire. \"O Kamar al Zaman,\" said King Shahriman, \"of a truth I desire to marry thee and rejoice in thee during my lifetime", "narrative_information_pred": {"complained": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/3585.thousand_nights_vol03_25_burton_64kb_1.flac"}, {"text": "\"O King, know thou that marriage is one of the most honourable of moral actions, and thou wouldst indeed do well and right to marry thy son in thy lifetime, ere thou make him Sultan.", "start_byte": 464703, "end_byte": 464885, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 235.4149932861328, "cut_end_time": 249.6800557861328, "narration": {"text": " so he came and bowed his head to the ground in modesty before his sire.", "cut_start_time": 256.7050036621094, "cut_end_time": 262.0900661621094, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3585.thousand_nights_vol03_25_burton_64kb_2.flac"}, "context": "\" So the King rose, made the lesser ablution, and prayed a two-bow prayer,[FN#223] then he cried upon Allah with pure intention; after which he called his chief wife to bed and lay with her forthright. By grace of God she conceived and, when her months were accomplished, she bore a male child, like the moon on the night of fulness. The King named him Kamar al-Zam\u00e1n,[FN#224] and rejoiced in him with extreme joy and bade the city be dressed out in his honour; so they decorated the streets seven days, whilst the drums beat and the messengers bore the glad tidings abroad. Then wet and dry nurses were provided for the boy and he was reared in splendour and delight, until he reached the age of fifteen. He grew up of surpassing beauty and seemlihead and symmetry, and his father loved him so dear that he could not brook to be parted from him day or night. One day he complained to a certain of his Ministers anent the excess of his love for his only child, saying, \"O thou the Wazir, of a truth I fear for my son, Kamar al-Zaman, the shifts and accidents which befal man and fain would I marry him in my life-time.\" Answered the Wazir, <|quote_start|>\"O King, know thou that marriage is one of the most honourable of moral actions, and thou wouldst indeed do well and right to marry thy son in thy lifetime, ere thou make him Sultan.\"<|quote_end|> On this quoth the King, \"Hither with my son Kamar al-Zaman;\" so he came and bowed his head to the ground in modesty before his sire. \"O Kamar al Zaman,\" said King Shahriman, \"of a truth I desire to marry thee and rejoice in thee during my lifetime.\" Replied he, \"O my father, know that I have no lust to marry nor cloth my soul incline to women; for that concerning their craft and perfidy I have read many books and heard much talk, even as saith the poet,", "narrative_information_pred": {"Answered": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/3585.thousand_nights_vol03_25_burton_64kb_2.flac"}, {"text": "\"Hither with my son Kamar al-Zaman;", "start_byte": 464911, "end_byte": 464946, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 252.90499938964842, "cut_end_time": 255.37012438964842, "narration": {"text": " so he came and bowed his head to the ground in modesty before his sire.", "cut_start_time": 256.7050036621094, "cut_end_time": 262.0900661621094, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3585.thousand_nights_vol03_25_burton_64kb_3.flac"}, "context": "\" So the King rose, made the lesser ablution, and prayed a two-bow prayer,[FN#223] then he cried upon Allah with pure intention; after which he called his chief wife to bed and lay with her forthright. By grace of God she conceived and, when her months were accomplished, she bore a male child, like the moon on the night of fulness. The King named him Kamar al-Zam\u00e1n,[FN#224] and rejoiced in him with extreme joy and bade the city be dressed out in his honour; so they decorated the streets seven days, whilst the drums beat and the messengers bore the glad tidings abroad. Then wet and dry nurses were provided for the boy and he was reared in splendour and delight, until he reached the age of fifteen. He grew up of surpassing beauty and seemlihead and symmetry, and his father loved him so dear that he could not brook to be parted from him day or night. One day he complained to a certain of his Ministers anent the excess of his love for his only child, saying, \"O thou the Wazir, of a truth I fear for my son, Kamar al-Zaman, the shifts and accidents which befal man and fain would I marry him in my life-time.\" Answered the Wazir, \"O King, know thou that marriage is one of the most honourable of moral actions, and thou wouldst indeed do well and right to marry thy son in thy lifetime, ere thou make him Sultan.\" On this quoth the King, <|quote_start|>\"Hither with my son Kamar al-Zaman;\"<|quote_end|> so he came and bowed his head to the ground in modesty before his sire. \"O Kamar al Zaman,\" said King Shahriman, \"of a truth I desire to marry thee and rejoice in thee during my lifetime.\" Replied he, \"O my father, know that I have no lust to marry nor cloth my soul incline to women; for that concerning their craft and perfidy I have read many books and heard much talk, even as saith the poet,\n\n'Now, an of women ask ye, I reply: \u2014 * In their affairs I'm versed a doctor rare! When man's head grizzles and his money dwindles, * In their affections he hath naught for share.'", "narrative_information_pred": {"quoth": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/3585.thousand_nights_vol03_25_burton_64kb_3.flac"}, {"text": "\"O Kamar al Zaman,", "start_byte": 465020, "end_byte": 465038, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 262.995009765625, "cut_end_time": 264.33000976562505, "narration": {"text": " so he came and bowed his head to the ground in modesty before his sire.", "cut_start_time": 256.7050036621094, "cut_end_time": 262.0900661621094, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3585.thousand_nights_vol03_25_burton_64kb_4.flac"}, "context": "\"O thou the Wazir, of a truth I fear for my son, Kamar al-Zaman, the shifts and accidents which befal man and fain would I marry him in my life-time.\" Answered the Wazir, \"O King, know thou that marriage is one of the most honourable of moral actions, and thou wouldst indeed do well and right to marry thy son in thy lifetime, ere thou make him Sultan.\" On this quoth the King, \"Hither with my son Kamar al-Zaman;\" so he came and bowed his head to the ground in modesty before his sire. <|quote_start|>\"O Kamar al Zaman,\"<|quote_end|> said King Shahriman, \"of a truth I desire to marry thee and rejoice in thee during my lifetime.\" Replied he, \"O my father, know that I have no lust to marry nor cloth my soul incline to women; for that concerning their craft and perfidy I have read many books and heard much talk, even as saith the poet,\n\n'Now, an of women ask ye, I reply: \u2014 * In their affairs I'm versed a doctor rare! When man's head grizzles and his money dwindles, * In their affections he hath naught for share.'", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/3585.thousand_nights_vol03_25_burton_64kb_4.flac"}, {"text": "\"of a truth I desire to marry thee and rejoice in thee during my lifetime.", "start_byte": 465061, "end_byte": 465135, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 266.63500732421875, "cut_end_time": 272.19000732421875, "narration": {"text": " so he came and bowed his head to the ground in modesty before his sire.", "cut_start_time": 256.7050036621094, "cut_end_time": 262.0900661621094, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3585.thousand_nights_vol03_25_burton_64kb_5.flac"}, "context": "\" Answered the Wazir, \"O King, know thou that marriage is one of the most honourable of moral actions, and thou wouldst indeed do well and right to marry thy son in thy lifetime, ere thou make him Sultan.\" On this quoth the King, \"Hither with my son Kamar al-Zaman;\" so he came and bowed his head to the ground in modesty before his sire. \"O Kamar al Zaman,\" said King Shahriman, <|quote_start|>\"of a truth I desire to marry thee and rejoice in thee during my lifetime.\"<|quote_end|> Replied he, \"O my father, know that I have no lust to marry nor cloth my soul incline to women; for that concerning their craft and perfidy I have read many books and heard much talk, even as saith the poet,\n\n'Now, an of women ask ye, I reply: \u2014 * In their affairs I'm versed a doctor rare! When man's head grizzles and his money dwindles, * In their affections he hath naught for share.'", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/3585.thousand_nights_vol03_25_burton_64kb_5.flac"}, {"text": "\"O my father, wedlock is a thing whereto I will never consent; no, not though I drink the cup of death.", "start_byte": 465861, "end_byte": 465964, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 337.73500244140627, "cut_end_time": 346.51006494140626, "narration": {"text": "When the year came to an end, the King called his son to him and said,", "cut_start_time": 511.9849987792969, "cut_end_time": 517.3700612792969, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3585.thousand_nights_vol03_25_burton_64kb_6.flac"}, "context": "'Now, an of women ask ye, I reply: \u2014 * In their affairs I'm versed a doctor rare! When man's head grizzles and his money dwindles, * In their affections he hath naught for share.'\n\nAnd another said: \u2014 \n\n'Rebel against women and so shalt thou serve Allah the more; * The youth who gives women the rein must forfeit all hope to soar. They'll baulk him when seeking the strange device, Excelsior, * Tho' waste he a thousand of years in the study of science and lore.' \"\n\nAnd when he had ended his verses he continued, <|quote_start|>\"O my father, wedlock is a thing whereto I will never consent; no, not though I drink the cup of death.\"<|quote_end|> When Sultan Shahriman heard these words from his son, light became darkness in his sight and he grieved thereat with great grief. \u2014 And Shahrazad perceived the dawn of day and ceased to say her permitted say.\n\nWhen it was the One Hundred and Seventy-first Night,\n\nShe said, It hath reached me, O auspicious King, that when King Shahriman heard these words from his son, the light became darkness in his sight and he grieved over his son's lack of obedience to his directions in the matter of marriage; yet, for the great love he bore him, he was unwilling to repeat his wishes and was not wroth with him, but caressed him and spake him fair and showed him all manner of kindness such as tendeth to induce affection. All this, and Kamar al-Zaman increased daily in beauty and loveliness and amorous grace; and the King bore with him for a whole year till he became perfect in eloquence and elegant wit. All men were ravished with his charms; and every breeze that blew bore the tidings of his gracious favour; his fair sight was a seduction to the loving and a garden of delight to the longing, for he was honey-sweet of speech and the sheen of his face shamed the full moon; he was a model of symmetry and blandishment and engaging ways; his shape was as the willow-wand or the rattan- cane and his cheeks might take the place of rose or red anemone. He was, in fine the pink of perfection, even as the poet hath said of him,", "narrative_information_pred": {"continued": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/3585.thousand_nights_vol03_25_burton_64kb_6.flac"}, {"text": "\"O my son, wilt thou not hearken to me?", "start_byte": 467928, "end_byte": 467967, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 518.3249780273437, "cut_end_time": 521.7501030273438, "narration": {"text": " Whereupon Kamar al-Zaman fell down for respect and shame before his sire and replied,", "cut_start_time": 522.5850073242187, "cut_end_time": 529.4300073242188, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3585.thousand_nights_vol03_25_burton_64kb_7.flac"}, "context": "\"He came and cried they, 'Now be Allah blest! * Praise Him that clad that soul in so fair vest!' He's King of Beauty where the beauteous be; * All are his Ryots,[FN#225] all obey his hest: His lip-dew's sweeter than the virgin honey; * His teeth are pearls in double row close press: All charms are congregate in him alone, * And deals his loveliness to man unrest. Beauty wrote on those cheeks for worlds to see * 'I testify there is none good but He.'\"[FN#226]\n\nWhen the year came to an end, the King called his son to him and said, <|quote_start|>\"O my son, wilt thou not hearken to me?\"<|quote_end|> Whereupon Kamar al-Zaman fell down for respect and shame before his sire and replied, \"O my father, how should I not hearken to thee, seeing that Allah commandeth me to obey thee and not gain-say thee?\" Rejoined King Shahriman, \"O my son, know that I desire to marry thee and rejoice in thee whilst yet I live, and make thee King over my realm, before my death.\" When the Prince heard his sire pronounce these words he bowed his head awhile, then raised it and said, \"O my father, this is a thing which I will never do; no, not though I drink the cup of death! I know of a surety that the Almighty hath made obedience to thee a duty in religion; but, Allah upon thee! press me not in this matter of marriage, nor fancy that I will ever marry my life long; for that I have read the books both of the ancients and the moderns, and have come to know all the mischiefs and miseries which have befallen them through women and their endless artifices. And how excellent is the saying of the poet,", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/3585.thousand_nights_vol03_25_burton_64kb_7.flac"}, {"text": "\"O my father, how should I not hearken to thee, seeing that Allah commandeth me to obey thee and not gain-say thee?", "start_byte": 468055, "end_byte": 468170, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 530.2349829101563, "cut_end_time": 540.0100454101563, "narration": {"text": " Whereupon Kamar al-Zaman fell down for respect and shame before his sire and replied,", "cut_start_time": 522.5850073242187, "cut_end_time": 529.4300073242188, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3585.thousand_nights_vol03_25_burton_64kb_8.flac"}, "context": "\"He came and cried they, 'Now be Allah blest! * Praise Him that clad that soul in so fair vest!' He's King of Beauty where the beauteous be; * All are his Ryots,[FN#225] all obey his hest: His lip-dew's sweeter than the virgin honey; * His teeth are pearls in double row close press: All charms are congregate in him alone, * And deals his loveliness to man unrest. Beauty wrote on those cheeks for worlds to see * 'I testify there is none good but He.'\"[FN#226]\n\nWhen the year came to an end, the King called his son to him and said, \"O my son, wilt thou not hearken to me?\" Whereupon Kamar al-Zaman fell down for respect and shame before his sire and replied, <|quote_start|>\"O my father, how should I not hearken to thee, seeing that Allah commandeth me to obey thee and not gain-say thee?\"<|quote_end|> Rejoined King Shahriman, \"O my son, know that I desire to marry thee and rejoice in thee whilst yet I live, and make thee King over my realm, before my death.\" When the Prince heard his sire pronounce these words he bowed his head awhile, then raised it and said, \"O my father, this is a thing which I will never do; no, not though I drink the cup of death! I know of a surety that the Almighty hath made obedience to thee a duty in religion; but, Allah upon thee! press me not in this matter of marriage, nor fancy that I will ever marry my life long; for that I have read the books both of the ancients and the moderns, and have come to know all the mischiefs and miseries which have befallen them through women and their endless artifices. And how excellent is the saying of the poet,", "narrative_information_pred": {"replied": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/3585.thousand_nights_vol03_25_burton_64kb_8.flac"}, {"text": "\"O my son, know that I desire to marry thee and rejoice in thee whilst yet I live, and make thee King over my realm, before my death.", "start_byte": 468197, "end_byte": 468330, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 543.4750122070312, "cut_end_time": 554.2600122070313, "narration": {"text": " Whereupon Kamar al-Zaman fell down for respect and shame before his sire and replied,", "cut_start_time": 522.5850073242187, "cut_end_time": 529.4300073242188, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3585.thousand_nights_vol03_25_burton_64kb_9.flac"}, "context": "\"He came and cried they, 'Now be Allah blest! * Praise Him that clad that soul in so fair vest!' He's King of Beauty where the beauteous be; * All are his Ryots,[FN#225] all obey his hest: His lip-dew's sweeter than the virgin honey; * His teeth are pearls in double row close press: All charms are congregate in him alone, * And deals his loveliness to man unrest. Beauty wrote on those cheeks for worlds to see * 'I testify there is none good but He.'\"[FN#226]\n\nWhen the year came to an end, the King called his son to him and said, \"O my son, wilt thou not hearken to me?\" Whereupon Kamar al-Zaman fell down for respect and shame before his sire and replied, \"O my father, how should I not hearken to thee, seeing that Allah commandeth me to obey thee and not gain-say thee?\" Rejoined King Shahriman, <|quote_start|>\"O my son, know that I desire to marry thee and rejoice in thee whilst yet I live, and make thee King over my realm, before my death.\"<|quote_end|> When the Prince heard his sire pronounce these words he bowed his head awhile, then raised it and said, \"O my father, this is a thing which I will never do; no, not though I drink the cup of death! I know of a surety that the Almighty hath made obedience to thee a duty in religion; but, Allah upon thee! press me not in this matter of marriage, nor fancy that I will ever marry my life long; for that I have read the books both of the ancients and the moderns, and have come to know all the mischiefs and miseries which have befallen them through women and their endless artifices. And how excellent is the saying of the poet,", "narrative_information_pred": {"rejoined": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/3585.thousand_nights_vol03_25_burton_64kb_9.flac"}, {"text": "\"O thou the Wazir! tell me how I shall deal with my son in the matter of marriage.\"", "start_byte": 470075, "end_byte": 470158, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 708.1650048828125, "cut_end_time": 714.0700673828126, "narration": {"text": " Whereupon Kamar al-Zaman fell down for respect and shame before his sire and replied,", "cut_start_time": 522.5850073242187, "cut_end_time": 529.4300073242188, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3585.thousand_nights_vol03_25_burton_64kb_10.flac"}, "context": "'Women, for all the chastity they claim, * Are offal cast by kites where'er they list: This night their talk and secret charms are shine, * That night another joyeth calf and wrist: Like inn, whence after night thou far'st at dawn, * And lodges other wight thou hast not wist.'\"[FN#228]\n\nNow when King Shahriman heard these his son's words and learnt the import of his verses and poetical quotations, he made no answer, of his excessive love for him, but redoubled in graciousness and kindness to him. He at once broke up the audience and, as soon as the seance was over, he summoned his Minister and taking him apart, said to him, <|quote_start|>\"O thou the Wazir! tell me how I shall deal with my son in the matter of marriage.\"<|quote_end|>- -And Shahrazad perceived the dawn of day and ceased saying her permitted stay.\n\nWhen it was the One Hundred and Seventy-second Night,\n\nShe said, It hath reached me, O auspicious King, that the King summoned his Minister; and, taking him apart, said to him, \"O thou the Wazir, tell me what I shall do with my son in the matter of marriage. Of a truth I took counsel with thee thereon and thou didst counsel me to marry him, before making him King. I have spoken with him of wedlock time after time and he still gainsaid me; so do thou, O Wazir, forthright advise me what to do", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/3585.thousand_nights_vol03_25_burton_64kb_10.flac"}, {"text": "\"How durst thou answer me on this wise before my captains and soldiers? But hitherto none hath chastised thee. Knowest thou not that this deed thou hast done were a disgrace to him had it been done by the meanest of my subjects?", "start_byte": 476765, "end_byte": 476993, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 1276.8249804687498, "cut_end_time": 1295.54004296875, "narration": {"text": "She said, It hath reached me, O auspicious King, that King Shahriman cried out to his son Kamar al-Zaman,", "cut_start_time": 1266.8550585937498, "cut_end_time": 1276.2400585937498, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3585.thousand_nights_vol03_25_burton_64kb_11.flac"}, "context": "\" So saying Kamar al-Zaman unclasped his hands from behind his back and tucked up his sleeves above his elbows before his father, being in a fit of fury; moreover, he added many words to his sire, knowing not what he said in the trouble of his spirits. The King was confounded and ashamed, for that this befel in the presence of his grandees and soldier-officers assembled on a high festival and a state occasion; but presently the majesty of Kingship took him, and he cried out at his son and made him tremble. Then he called to the guards standing before him and said, \"Seize him!' So they came forward and laid hands on him and, binding him, brought him before his sire, who bade them pinion his elbows behind his back and in this guise make him stand before the presence. And the Prince bowed down his head for fear and apprehension, and his brow and face were beaded and spangled with sweat; and shame and confusion troubled him sorely. Thereupon his father abused him and reviled him and cried, \"Woe to thee, thou son of adultery and nursling of abomination![FN#234] How durst thou answer me on this wise before my captains and soldiers? But hitherto none hath chastised thee,\" \u2014 And Shahrazad perceived the dawn of day and ceased saying her permitted say.\n\nWhen it was the One Hundred and Seventy-fourth Night,\n\nShe said, It hath reached me, O auspicious King, that King Shahriman cried out to his son Kamar al-Zaman, <|quote_start|>\"How durst thou answer me on this wise before my captains and soldiers? But hitherto none hath chastised thee. Knowest thou not that this deed thou hast done were a disgrace to him had it been done by the meanest of my subjects?\"<|quote_end|> And the King commanded his Mamelukes to loose his elbow bonds and imprison him in one of the bastions of the citadel. So they took the Prince and thrust him into an old tower, wherein there was a dilapidated saloon and in its middle a ruined well, after having first swept it and cleansed its floor-flags and set therein a couch on which they laid a mattress, a leathern rug and a cushion; and then they brought a great lanthorn and a wax candle, for that place was dark, even by day. And lastly the Mamelukes led Kamar al-Zaman thither, and stationed an eunuch at the door. And when all this was done, the Prince threw himself on the couch, sad-spirited, and heavy- hearted; blaming himself and repenting of his injurious conduct to his father, whenas repentance availed him naught, and saying,", "narrative_information_pred": {"cried": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/3585.thousand_nights_vol03_25_burton_64kb_11.flac"}, {"text": "\"Allah curse marriage and marriageable and married women, the traitresses all! Would I had hearkened to my father and accepted a wife! 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And lastly the Mamelukes led Kamar al-Zaman thither, and stationed an eunuch at the door. And when all this was done, the Prince threw himself on the couch, sad-spirited, and heavy- hearted; blaming himself and repenting of his injurious conduct to his father, whenas repentance availed him naught, and saying, <|quote_start|>\"Allah curse marriage and marriageable and married women, the traitresses all! Would I had hearkened to my father and accepted a wife! 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So they took the Prince and thrust him into an old tower, wherein there was a dilapidated saloon and in its middle a ruined well, after having first swept it and cleansed its floor-flags and set therein a couch on which they laid a mattress, a leathern rug and a cushion; and then they brought a great lanthorn and a wax candle, for that place was dark, even by day. And lastly the Mamelukes led Kamar al-Zaman thither, and stationed an eunuch at the door. And when all this was done, the Prince threw himself on the couch, sad-spirited, and heavy- hearted; blaming himself and repenting of his injurious conduct to his father, whenas repentance availed him naught, and saying, \"Allah curse marriage and marriageable and married women, the traitresses all! Would I had hearkened to my father and accepted a wife! Had I so done it had been better for me than this jail.\" This is how it fared with him; but as regards King Shahri man, he remained seated on his throne all through the day until sundown; then he took the Minister apart and said to him <|quote_start|>\"Know thou, O Wazir, that thou and thou only west the cause of all this that hath come to pass between me and my son by the advice thou west pleased to devise; and so what dost thou counsel me to do now?\"<|quote_end|> Answered he, \"O King, leave thy son in limbo for the space of fifteen days: then summon him to thy presence and bid him wed; and assuredly he shall not gainsay thee again.\" \u2014 And Shahrazad perceived the dawn of day and ceased saying her permitted say.\n\nWhen it was the One Hundred and Seventy-fifth Night,\n\nShe said, It hath reached me, O auspicious King, that the Wazir, said to King Shahriman, \"Leave thy son in limbo for the space of fifteen days; then summon him to thy presence and bid him wed; and assuredly he shall not gainsay thee again", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/3585.thousand_nights_vol03_25_burton_64kb_13.flac"}, {"text": "\"O King, leave thy son in limbo for the space of fifteen days: then summon him to thy presence and bid him wed; and assuredly he shall not gainsay thee again.", "start_byte": 478380, "end_byte": 478538, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 1412.3450341796874, "cut_end_time": 1424.6900341796875, "narration": {"text": "She said, It hath reached me, O auspicious King, that King Shahriman cried out to his son Kamar al-Zaman,", "cut_start_time": 1266.8550585937498, "cut_end_time": 1276.2400585937498, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3585.thousand_nights_vol03_25_burton_64kb_14.flac"}, "context": "\"Allah curse marriage and marriageable and married women, the traitresses all! 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So he passed that night in trouble and unease on the Prince 's account, tossing from side to side, as he were laid on coals of Artemisia-wood[FN#235]: for he was overcome with doubts and fears and sleep visited him not all that livelong night; but his eyes ran over with tears and he began repeating, ;", "narrative_information_pred": {"Answered": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/3585.thousand_nights_vol03_25_burton_64kb_14.flac"}]}

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A fine web, which spread far and wide, and was very black and ornamented with dead flies, formed a wheel on one of the window-panes. The room, which was small and low-ceiled, was furnished with a heap of empty bottles piled up in one corner.\n\nThe wall, which was daubed with an ochre yellow wash, was scaling off in large flakes. At one end there was a chimney-piece painted in black with a narrow shelf. A fire was burning there; which indicated that Jean Valjean\u2019s reply: <|quote_start|>\u201cI will remain below,\u201d<|quote_end|> had been foreseen.\n\nTwo armchairs were placed at the two corners of the fireplace. Between the chairs an old bedside rug, which displayed more foundation thread than wool, had been spread by way of a carpet.\n\nThe chamber was lighted by the fire on the hearth and the twilight falling through the window.\n\nJean Valjean was fatigued. For days he had neither eaten nor slept. He threw himself into one of the armchairs.\n\nBasque returned, set a lighted candle on the chimney-piece and retired. Jean Valjean, his head drooping and his chin resting on his breast, perceived neither Basque nor the candle.", "narrative_information_pred": {}, "audio_path": "wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_38_hugo_64kb_4.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cfather, I knew that you were peculiar, but I never should have expected this. What an idea! Marius told me that you wish me to receive you here.\u201d", "start_byte": 3107926, "end_byte": 3108072, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 203.09499328613282, "cut_end_time": 212.1801182861328, "narration": {"text": "He turned round. He gazed at her. She was adorably lovely. But what he was contemplating with that profound gaze was not her beauty but her soul.", "cut_start_time": 190.64500549316406, "cut_end_time": 200.38000549316405, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_38_hugo_64kb_5.flac"}, "context": "Basque returned, set a lighted candle on the chimney-piece and retired. Jean Valjean, his head drooping and his chin resting on his breast, perceived neither Basque nor the candle.\n\nAll at once, he drew himself up with a start. Cosette was standing beside him.\n\nHe had not seen her enter, but he had felt that she was there.\n\nHe turned round. He gazed at her. She was adorably lovely. But what he was contemplating with that profound gaze was not her beauty but her soul.\n\n\u201cWell,\u201d exclaimed Cosette, <|quote_start|>\u201cfather, I knew that you were peculiar, but I never should have expected this. What an idea! Marius told me that you wish me to receive you here.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\n\u201cYes, it is my wish.\u201d\n\n\u201cI expected that reply. Good. I warn you that I am going to make a scene for you. Let us begin at the beginning. Embrace me, father.\u201d\n\nAnd she offered him her cheek.\n\nJean Valjean remained motionless.\n\n\u201cYou do not stir. I take note of it. Attitude of guilt. But never mind, I pardon you. Jesus Christ said: Offer the other cheek. Here it is.\u201d\n\nAnd she presented her other cheek.\n\nJean Valjean did not move. It seemed as though his feet were nailed to the pavement.", "narrative_information_pred": {"exclaimed": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_38_hugo_64kb_5.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cYes, it is my wish.\u201d", "start_byte": 3108074, "end_byte": 3108095, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 213.2350012207031, "cut_end_time": 214.59000122070313, "narration": {"text": "He turned round. He gazed at her. She was adorably lovely. But what he was contemplating with that profound gaze was not her beauty but her soul.", "cut_start_time": 190.64500549316406, "cut_end_time": 200.38000549316405, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_38_hugo_64kb_6.flac"}, "context": "All at once, he drew himself up with a start. Cosette was standing beside him.\n\nHe had not seen her enter, but he had felt that she was there.\n\nHe turned round. He gazed at her. She was adorably lovely. But what he was contemplating with that profound gaze was not her beauty but her soul.\n\n\u201cWell,\u201d exclaimed Cosette, \u201cfather, I knew that you were peculiar, but I never should have expected this. What an idea! Marius told me that you wish me to receive you here.\u201d\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cYes, it is my wish.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\n\u201cI expected that reply. Good. I warn you that I am going to make a scene for you. Let us begin at the beginning. Embrace me, father.\u201d\n\nAnd she offered him her cheek.\n\nJean Valjean remained motionless.\n\n\u201cYou do not stir. I take note of it. Attitude of guilt. But never mind, I pardon you. Jesus Christ said: Offer the other cheek. Here it is.\u201d\n\nAnd she presented her other cheek.\n\nJean Valjean did not move. It seemed as though his feet were nailed to the pavement.", "narrative_information_pred": {}, "audio_path": "wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_38_hugo_64kb_6.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cI expected that reply. Good. I warn you that I am going to make a scene for you. Let us begin at the beginning. Embrace me, father.\u201d", "start_byte": 3108097, "end_byte": 3108230, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 215.38499816894532, "cut_end_time": 223.5800606689453, "narration": {"text": "He turned round. He gazed at her. She was adorably lovely. But what he was contemplating with that profound gaze was not her beauty but her soul.", "cut_start_time": 190.64500549316406, "cut_end_time": 200.38000549316405, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_38_hugo_64kb_7.flac"}, "context": "All at once, he drew himself up with a start. Cosette was standing beside him.\n\nHe had not seen her enter, but he had felt that she was there.\n\nHe turned round. He gazed at her. She was adorably lovely. But what he was contemplating with that profound gaze was not her beauty but her soul.\n\n\u201cWell,\u201d exclaimed Cosette, \u201cfather, I knew that you were peculiar, but I never should have expected this. What an idea! Marius told me that you wish me to receive you here.\u201d\n\n\u201cYes, it is my wish.\u201d\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cI expected that reply. Good. I warn you that I am going to make a scene for you. Let us begin at the beginning. 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He gazed at her. She was adorably lovely. But what he was contemplating with that profound gaze was not her beauty but her soul.", "cut_start_time": 190.64500549316406, "cut_end_time": 200.38000549316405, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_38_hugo_64kb_8.flac"}, "context": "He turned round. He gazed at her. She was adorably lovely. But what he was contemplating with that profound gaze was not her beauty but her soul.\n\n\u201cWell,\u201d exclaimed Cosette, \u201cfather, I knew that you were peculiar, but I never should have expected this. What an idea! Marius told me that you wish me to receive you here.\u201d\n\n\u201cYes, it is my wish.\u201d\n\n\u201cI expected that reply. Good. I warn you that I am going to make a scene for you. Let us begin at the beginning. Embrace me, father.\u201d\n\nAnd she offered him her cheek.\n\nJean Valjean remained motionless.\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cYou do not stir. I take note of it. Attitude of guilt. But never mind, I pardon you. 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She ceased to command and passed to questioning.", "cut_start_time": 274.0849890136719, "cut_end_time": 279.2700515136719, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_38_hugo_64kb_9.flac"}, "context": "\u201cI expected that reply. Good. I warn you that I am going to make a scene for you. Let us begin at the beginning. Embrace me, father.\u201d\n\nAnd she offered him her cheek.\n\nJean Valjean remained motionless.\n\n\u201cYou do not stir. I take note of it. Attitude of guilt. But never mind, I pardon you. Jesus Christ said: Offer the other cheek. Here it is.\u201d\n\nAnd she presented her other cheek.\n\nJean Valjean did not move. It seemed as though his feet were nailed to the pavement.\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cThis is becoming serious,\u201d<|quote_end|> said Cosette. \u201cWhat have I done to you? I declare that I am perplexed. You owe me reparation. You will dine with us.\u201d\n\n\u201cI have dined.\u201d\n\n\u201cThat is not true. I will get M. Gillenormand to scold you. Grandfathers are made to reprimand fathers. Come. Go upstairs with me to the drawing-room. Immediately.\u201d\n\n\u201cImpossible.\u201d\n\nHere Cosette lost ground a little. She ceased to command and passed to questioning.\n\n\u201cBut why? and you choose the ugliest chamber in the house in which to see me. It\u2019s horrible here.\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_38_hugo_64kb_9.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cWhat have I done to you? I declare that I am perplexed. You owe me reparation. You will dine with us.\u201d", "start_byte": 3108605, "end_byte": 3108708, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 251.29499511718748, "cut_end_time": 257.6901201171875, "narration": {"text": "Here Cosette lost ground a little. She ceased to command and passed to questioning.", "cut_start_time": 274.0849890136719, "cut_end_time": 279.2700515136719, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_38_hugo_64kb_10.flac"}, "context": "\u201cI expected that reply. Good. I warn you that I am going to make a scene for you. Let us begin at the beginning. Embrace me, father.\u201d\n\nAnd she offered him her cheek.\n\nJean Valjean remained motionless.\n\n\u201cYou do not stir. I take note of it. Attitude of guilt. But never mind, I pardon you. Jesus Christ said: Offer the other cheek. Here it is.\u201d\n\nAnd she presented her other cheek.\n\nJean Valjean did not move. It seemed as though his feet were nailed to the pavement.\n\n\u201cThis is becoming serious,\u201d said Cosette. <|quote_start|>\u201cWhat have I done to you? I declare that I am perplexed. You owe me reparation. You will dine with us.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\n\u201cI have dined.\u201d\n\n\u201cThat is not true. I will get M. Gillenormand to scold you. Grandfathers are made to reprimand fathers. Come. Go upstairs with me to the drawing-room. Immediately.\u201d\n\n\u201cImpossible.\u201d\n\nHere Cosette lost ground a little. She ceased to command and passed to questioning.\n\n\u201cBut why? and you choose the ugliest chamber in the house in which to see me. It\u2019s horrible here.\u201d\n\n\u201cThou knowest . . .\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {}, "audio_path": "wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_38_hugo_64kb_10.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cThat is not true. I will get M. Gillenormand to scold you. Grandfathers are made to reprimand fathers. Come. Go upstairs with me to the drawing-room. Immediately.\u201d", "start_byte": 3108727, "end_byte": 3108891, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 260.3250134277344, "cut_end_time": 271.1400134277344, "narration": {"text": "Here Cosette lost ground a little. She ceased to command and passed to questioning.", "cut_start_time": 274.0849890136719, "cut_end_time": 279.2700515136719, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_38_hugo_64kb_11.flac"}, "context": "\u201cYou do not stir. I take note of it. Attitude of guilt. But never mind, I pardon you. Jesus Christ said: Offer the other cheek. Here it is.\u201d\n\nAnd she presented her other cheek.\n\nJean Valjean did not move. It seemed as though his feet were nailed to the pavement.\n\n\u201cThis is becoming serious,\u201d said Cosette. \u201cWhat have I done to you? I declare that I am perplexed. You owe me reparation. You will dine with us.\u201d\n\n\u201cI have dined.\u201d\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cThat is not true. I will get M. Gillenormand to scold you. Grandfathers are made to reprimand fathers. Come. Go upstairs with me to the drawing-room. Immediately.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\n\u201cImpossible.\u201d\n\nHere Cosette lost ground a little. She ceased to command and passed to questioning.\n\n\u201cBut why? and you choose the ugliest chamber in the house in which to see me. It\u2019s horrible here.\u201d\n\n\u201cThou knowest . . .\u201d\n\nJean Valjean caught himself up.\n\n\u201cYou know, madame, that I am peculiar, I have my freaks.\u201d\n\nCosette struck her tiny hands together.\n\n\u201cMadame! . . . You know! . . . more novelties! What is the meaning of this?\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {}, "audio_path": "wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_38_hugo_64kb_11.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cBut why? and you choose the ugliest chamber in the house in which to see me. It\u2019s horrible here.\u201d", "start_byte": 3108993, "end_byte": 3109091, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 279.7849975585938, "cut_end_time": 285.94006005859376, "narration": {"text": "Jean Valjean directed upon her that heartrending smile to which he occasionally had recourse:", "cut_start_time": 303.42498779296875, "cut_end_time": 308.70011279296875, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_38_hugo_64kb_12.flac"}, "context": "\u201d said Cosette. \u201cWhat have I done to you? I declare that I am perplexed. You owe me reparation. You will dine with us.\u201d\n\n\u201cI have dined.\u201d\n\n\u201cThat is not true. I will get M. Gillenormand to scold you. Grandfathers are made to reprimand fathers. Come. Go upstairs with me to the drawing-room. Immediately.\u201d\n\n\u201cImpossible.\u201d\n\nHere Cosette lost ground a little. She ceased to command and passed to questioning.\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cBut why? and you choose the ugliest chamber in the house in which to see me. It\u2019s horrible here.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\n\u201cThou knowest . . .\u201d\n\nJean Valjean caught himself up.\n\n\u201cYou know, madame, that I am peculiar, I have my freaks.\u201d\n\nCosette struck her tiny hands together.\n\n\u201cMadame! . . . You know! . . . more novelties! What is the meaning of this?\u201d\n\nJean Valjean directed upon her that heartrending smile to which he occasionally had recourse:\n\n\u201cYou wished to be Madame. You are so.\u201d\n\n\u201cNot for you, father.\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {}, "audio_path": "wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_38_hugo_64kb_12.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cYou know, madame, that I am peculiar, I have my freaks.\u201d", "start_byte": 3109148, "end_byte": 3109205, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 291.6849987792969, "cut_end_time": 294.6300612792969, "narration": {"text": "Jean Valjean directed upon her that heartrending smile to which he occasionally had recourse:", "cut_start_time": 303.42498779296875, "cut_end_time": 308.70011279296875, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_38_hugo_64kb_13.flac"}, "context": "\u201cThat is not true. I will get M. Gillenormand to scold you. Grandfathers are made to reprimand fathers. Come. Go upstairs with me to the drawing-room. Immediately.\u201d\n\n\u201cImpossible.\u201d\n\nHere Cosette lost ground a little. She ceased to command and passed to questioning.\n\n\u201cBut why? and you choose the ugliest chamber in the house in which to see me. It\u2019s horrible here.\u201d\n\n\u201cThou knowest . . .\u201d\n\nJean Valjean caught himself up.\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cYou know, madame, that I am peculiar, I have my freaks.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\nCosette struck her tiny hands together.\n\n\u201cMadame! . . . You know! . . . more novelties! What is the meaning of this?\u201d\n\nJean Valjean directed upon her that heartrending smile to which he occasionally had recourse:\n\n\u201cYou wished to be Madame. You are so.\u201d\n\n\u201cNot for you, father.\u201d\n\n\u201cDo not call me father.\u201d\n\n\u201cWhat?\u201d\n\n\u201cCall me \u2018Monsieur Jean.\u2019 \u2018Jean,\u2019 if you like.\u201d\n\n\u201cYou are no longer my father? I am no longer Cosette? \u2018Monsieur Jean\u2019? What does this mean? why, these are revolutions, aren\u2019t they? what has taken place? come, look me in the face. And you won\u2019t live with us! And you won\u2019t have my chamber! What have I done to you? Has anything happened?\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {}, "audio_path": "wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_38_hugo_64kb_13.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cMadame! . . . You know! . . . more novelties! What is the meaning of this?\u201d", "start_byte": 3109248, "end_byte": 3109324, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 298.0150134277344, "cut_end_time": 302.3600134277344, "narration": {"text": "Jean Valjean directed upon her that heartrending smile to which he occasionally had recourse:", "cut_start_time": 303.42498779296875, "cut_end_time": 308.70011279296875, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_38_hugo_64kb_14.flac"}, "context": "\u201cThat is not true. I will get M. Gillenormand to scold you. Grandfathers are made to reprimand fathers. Come. Go upstairs with me to the drawing-room. Immediately.\u201d\n\n\u201cImpossible.\u201d\n\nHere Cosette lost ground a little. She ceased to command and passed to questioning.\n\n\u201cBut why? and you choose the ugliest chamber in the house in which to see me. It\u2019s horrible here.\u201d\n\n\u201cThou knowest . . .\u201d\n\nJean Valjean caught himself up.\n\n\u201cYou know, madame, that I am peculiar, I have my freaks.\u201d\n\nCosette struck her tiny hands together.\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cMadame! . . . You know! . . . more novelties! What is the meaning of this?\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\nJean Valjean directed upon her that heartrending smile to which he occasionally had recourse:\n\n\u201cYou wished to be Madame. You are so.\u201d\n\n\u201cNot for you, father.\u201d\n\n\u201cDo not call me father.\u201d\n\n\u201cWhat?\u201d\n\n\u201cCall me \u2018Monsieur Jean.\u2019 \u2018Jean,\u2019 if you like.\u201d\n\n\u201cYou are no longer my father? I am no longer Cosette? \u2018Monsieur Jean\u2019? What does this mean? why, these are revolutions, aren\u2019t they? what has taken place? come, look me in the face. And you won\u2019t live with us! And you won\u2019t have my chamber! What have I done to you? Has anything happened?\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {}, "audio_path": "wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_38_hugo_64kb_14.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cYou wished to be Madame. You are so.\u201d", "start_byte": 3109421, "end_byte": 3109459, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 309.5350122070313, "cut_end_time": 312.07001220703125, "narration": {"text": "She seized his hands with vivacity, and raising them to her face with an irresistible movement, she pressed them against her neck beneath her chin, which is a gesture of profound tenderness.", "cut_start_time": 385.28498779296876, "cut_end_time": 395.2200502929688, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_38_hugo_64kb_15.flac"}, "context": "\u201cBut why? and you choose the ugliest chamber in the house in which to see me. It\u2019s horrible here.\u201d\n\n\u201cThou knowest . . .\u201d\n\nJean Valjean caught himself up.\n\n\u201cYou know, madame, that I am peculiar, I have my freaks.\u201d\n\nCosette struck her tiny hands together.\n\n\u201cMadame! . . . You know! . . . more novelties! What is the meaning of this?\u201d\n\nJean Valjean directed upon her that heartrending smile to which he occasionally had recourse:\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cYou wished to be Madame. You are so.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\n\u201cNot for you, father.\u201d\n\n\u201cDo not call me father.\u201d\n\n\u201cWhat?\u201d\n\n\u201cCall me \u2018Monsieur Jean.\u2019 \u2018Jean,\u2019 if you like.\u201d\n\n\u201cYou are no longer my father? I am no longer Cosette? \u2018Monsieur Jean\u2019? What does this mean? why, these are revolutions, aren\u2019t they? what has taken place? come, look me in the face. And you won\u2019t live with us! And you won\u2019t have my chamber! What have I done to you? Has anything happened?\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {"directed": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 9}}, "audio_path": "wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_38_hugo_64kb_15.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cNot for you, father.\u201d", "start_byte": 3109461, "end_byte": 3109483, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 312.9449975585938, "cut_end_time": 314.44006005859376, "narration": {"text": "She seized his hands with vivacity, and raising them to her face with an irresistible movement, she pressed them against her neck beneath her chin, which is a gesture of profound tenderness.", "cut_start_time": 385.28498779296876, "cut_end_time": 395.2200502929688, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_38_hugo_64kb_16.flac"}, "context": "\u201cBut why? and you choose the ugliest chamber in the house in which to see me. It\u2019s horrible here.\u201d\n\n\u201cThou knowest . . .\u201d\n\nJean Valjean caught himself up.\n\n\u201cYou know, madame, that I am peculiar, I have my freaks.\u201d\n\nCosette struck her tiny hands together.\n\n\u201cMadame! . . . You know! . . . more novelties! What is the meaning of this?\u201d\n\nJean Valjean directed upon her that heartrending smile to which he occasionally had recourse:\n\n\u201cYou wished to be Madame. You are so.\u201d\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cNot for you, father.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\n\u201cDo not call me father.\u201d\n\n\u201cWhat?\u201d\n\n\u201cCall me \u2018Monsieur Jean.\u2019 \u2018Jean,\u2019 if you like.\u201d\n\n\u201cYou are no longer my father? I am no longer Cosette? \u2018Monsieur Jean\u2019? What does this mean? why, these are revolutions, aren\u2019t they? what has taken place? come, look me in the face. And you won\u2019t live with us! And you won\u2019t have my chamber! What have I done to you? 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I shall ask permission of my husband for you to be \u2018Monsieur Jean.\u2019 I hope that he will not consent to it. You cause me a great deal of pain. One does have freaks, but one does not cause one\u2019s little Cosette grief. That is wrong. 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I will not have you say \u2018you\u2019 to me.", "narrative_information_pred": {}, "audio_path": "wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_38_hugo_64kb_26.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cIf Toussaint were here,", "start_byte": 3111246, "end_byte": 3111270, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 436.78501098632813, "cut_end_time": 438.54007348632814, "narration": {"text": "She seized his hands with vivacity, and raising them to her face with an irresistible movement, she pressed them against her neck beneath her chin, which is a gesture of profound tenderness.", "cut_start_time": 385.28498779296876, "cut_end_time": 395.2200502929688, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_38_hugo_64kb_27.flac"}, "context": "\u201cThis is what I call being good: being nice and coming and living here, \u2014 there are birds here as there are in the Rue Plumet, \u2014 living with us, quitting that hole of a Rue de l\u2019Homme Arm\u00e9, not giving us riddles to guess, being like all the rest of the world, dining with us, breakfasting with us, being my father.\u201d\n\nHe loosed her hands.\n\n\u201cYou no longer need a father, you have a husband.\u201d\n\nCosette became angry.\n\n\u201cI no longer need a father! One really does not know what to say to things like that, which are not common sense!\u201d\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cIf Toussaint were here,\u201d<|quote_end|> resumed Jean Valjean, like a person who is driven to seek authorities, and who clutches at every branch, \u201cshe would be the first to agree that it is true that I have always had ways of my own. There is nothing new in this. I always have loved my black corner.\u201d\n\n\u201cBut it is cold here. One cannot see distinctly. It is abominable, that it is, to wish to be Monsieur Jean! I will not have you say \u2018you\u2019 to me.", "narrative_information_pred": {"resumed": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_38_hugo_64kb_27.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cshe would be the first to agree that it is true that I have always had ways of my own. There is nothing new in this. I always have loved my black corner.\u201d", "start_byte": 3111377, "end_byte": 3111532, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 444.57500732421875, "cut_end_time": 453.2700073242188, "narration": {"text": "And with supreme grace, setting her teeth and drawing back her lips, she blew at Jean Valjean. She was a Grace copying a cat.", "cut_start_time": 496.7749938964844, "cut_end_time": 506.06011889648437, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_38_hugo_64kb_28.flac"}, "context": "\u201cThis is what I call being good: being nice and coming and living here, \u2014 there are birds here as there are in the Rue Plumet, \u2014 living with us, quitting that hole of a Rue de l\u2019Homme Arm\u00e9, not giving us riddles to guess, being like all the rest of the world, dining with us, breakfasting with us, being my father.\u201d\n\nHe loosed her hands.\n\n\u201cYou no longer need a father, you have a husband.\u201d\n\nCosette became angry.\n\n\u201cI no longer need a father! One really does not know what to say to things like that, which are not common sense!\u201d\n\n\u201cIf Toussaint were here,\u201d resumed Jean Valjean, like a person who is driven to seek authorities, and who clutches at every branch, <|quote_start|>\u201cshe would be the first to agree that it is true that I have always had ways of my own. There is nothing new in this. I always have loved my black corner.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\n\u201cBut it is cold here. One cannot see distinctly. It is abominable, that it is, to wish to be Monsieur Jean! I will not have you say \u2018you\u2019 to me.\n\n\u201cJust now, as I was coming hither,\u201d replied Jean Valjean, \u201cI saw a piece of furniture in the Rue Saint Louis. It was at a cabinet-maker\u2019s. If I were a pretty woman, I would treat myself to that bit of furniture. A very neat toilet table in the reigning style. What you call rosewood, I think. It is inlaid. The mirror is quite large. There are drawers. It is pretty.\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {"resumed": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_38_hugo_64kb_28.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cJust now, as I was coming hither,", "start_byte": 3111680, "end_byte": 3111714, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 467.734990234375, "cut_end_time": 469.700115234375, "narration": {"text": "And with supreme grace, setting her teeth and drawing back her lips, she blew at Jean Valjean. She was a Grace copying a cat.", "cut_start_time": 496.7749938964844, "cut_end_time": 506.06011889648437, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_38_hugo_64kb_29.flac"}, "context": "\u201d resumed Jean Valjean, like a person who is driven to seek authorities, and who clutches at every branch, \u201cshe would be the first to agree that it is true that I have always had ways of my own. There is nothing new in this. I always have loved my black corner.\u201d\n\n\u201cBut it is cold here. One cannot see distinctly. It is abominable, that it is, to wish to be Monsieur Jean! I will not have you say \u2018you\u2019 to me.\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cJust now, as I was coming hither,\u201d<|quote_end|> replied Jean Valjean, \u201cI saw a piece of furniture in the Rue Saint Louis. It was at a cabinet-maker\u2019s. If I were a pretty woman, I would treat myself to that bit of furniture. A very neat toilet table in the reigning style. What you call rosewood, I think. It is inlaid. The mirror is quite large. There are drawers. It is pretty.\u201d\n\n\u201cHou! the villainous bear!\u201d replied Cosette.\n\nAnd with supreme grace, setting her teeth and drawing back her lips, she blew at Jean Valjean. She was a Grace copying a cat.", "narrative_information_pred": {"replied": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_38_hugo_64kb_29.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cHou! the villainous bear!", "start_byte": 3112049, "end_byte": 3112075, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 493.1250048828125, "cut_end_time": 494.97006738281254, "narration": {"text": "And with supreme grace, setting her teeth and drawing back her lips, she blew at Jean Valjean. She was a Grace copying a cat.", "cut_start_time": 496.7749938964844, "cut_end_time": 506.06011889648437, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_38_hugo_64kb_30.flac"}, "context": "\u201cBut it is cold here. One cannot see distinctly. It is abominable, that it is, to wish to be Monsieur Jean! I will not have you say \u2018you\u2019 to me.\n\n\u201cJust now, as I was coming hither,\u201d replied Jean Valjean, \u201cI saw a piece of furniture in the Rue Saint Louis. It was at a cabinet-maker\u2019s. If I were a pretty woman, I would treat myself to that bit of furniture. A very neat toilet table in the reigning style. What you call rosewood, I think. It is inlaid. The mirror is quite large. There are drawers. It is pretty.\u201d\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cHou! the villainous bear!\u201d<|quote_end|> replied Cosette.\n\nAnd with supreme grace, setting her teeth and drawing back her lips, she blew at Jean Valjean. She was a Grace copying a cat.\n\n\u201cI am furious,\u201d she resumed. \u201cEver since yesterday, you have made me rage, all of you. I am greatly vexed. I don\u2019t understand. You do not defend me against Marius. Marius will not uphold me against you. I am all alone. I arrange a chamber prettily. If I could have put the good God there I would have done it. My chamber is left on my hands. My lodger sends me into bankruptcy. I order a nice little dinner of Nicolette. We will have nothing to do with your dinner, Madame. And my father Fauchelevent wants me to call him \u2018Monsieur Jean,\u2019 and to receive him in a frightful, old, ugly cellar, where the walls have beards, and where the crystal consists of empty bottles, and the curtains are of spiders\u2019 webs! You are singular, I admit, that is your style, but people who get married are granted a truce. You ought not to have begun being singular again instantly. So you are going to be perfectly contented in your abominable Rue de l\u2019Homme Arm\u00e9. I was very desperate indeed there, that I was. What have you against me? You cause me a great deal of grief. Fi!\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {"replied": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_38_hugo_64kb_30.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cI am furious,", "start_byte": 3112222, "end_byte": 3112236, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 507.16501464843753, "cut_end_time": 508.3300146484375, "narration": {"text": "And with supreme grace, setting her teeth and drawing back her lips, she blew at Jean Valjean. She was a Grace copying a cat.", "cut_start_time": 496.7749938964844, "cut_end_time": 506.06011889648437, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_38_hugo_64kb_31.flac"}, "context": "\u201cI saw a piece of furniture in the Rue Saint Louis. It was at a cabinet-maker\u2019s. If I were a pretty woman, I would treat myself to that bit of furniture. A very neat toilet table in the reigning style. What you call rosewood, I think. It is inlaid. The mirror is quite large. There are drawers. It is pretty.\u201d\n\n\u201cHou! the villainous bear!\u201d replied Cosette.\n\nAnd with supreme grace, setting her teeth and drawing back her lips, she blew at Jean Valjean. She was a Grace copying a cat.\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cI am furious,\u201d<|quote_end|> she resumed. \u201cEver since yesterday, you have made me rage, all of you. I am greatly vexed. I don\u2019t understand. You do not defend me against Marius. Marius will not uphold me against you. I am all alone. I arrange a chamber prettily. If I could have put the good God there I would have done it. My chamber is left on my hands. My lodger sends me into bankruptcy. I order a nice little dinner of Nicolette. We will have nothing to do with your dinner, Madame. And my father Fauchelevent wants me to call him \u2018Monsieur Jean,\u2019 and to receive him in a frightful, old, ugly cellar, where the walls have beards, and where the crystal consists of empty bottles, and the curtains are of spiders\u2019 webs! You are singular, I admit, that is your style, but people who get married are granted a truce. You ought not to have begun being singular again instantly. So you are going to be perfectly contented in your abominable Rue de l\u2019Homme Arm\u00e9. I was very desperate indeed there, that I was. What have you against me? You cause me a great deal of grief. Fi!\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {"resumed": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_38_hugo_64kb_31.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cAre you angry with me because I am happy?\u201d", "start_byte": 3113363, "end_byte": 3113406, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 580.6850024414063, "cut_end_time": 583.0500649414063, "narration": {"text": "He remained for a moment without replying, then, with an inexpressible intonation, and speaking to himself, he murmured:", "cut_start_time": 599.7950073242188, "cut_end_time": 606.7800698242188, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_38_hugo_64kb_32.flac"}, "context": "\u201d she resumed. \u201cEver since yesterday, you have made me rage, all of you. I am greatly vexed. I don\u2019t understand. You do not defend me against Marius. Marius will not uphold me against you. I am all alone. I arrange a chamber prettily. If I could have put the good God there I would have done it. My chamber is left on my hands. My lodger sends me into bankruptcy. I order a nice little dinner of Nicolette. We will have nothing to do with your dinner, Madame. And my father Fauchelevent wants me to call him \u2018Monsieur Jean,\u2019 and to receive him in a frightful, old, ugly cellar, where the walls have beards, and where the crystal consists of empty bottles, and the curtains are of spiders\u2019 webs! You are singular, I admit, that is your style, but people who get married are granted a truce. You ought not to have begun being singular again instantly. So you are going to be perfectly contented in your abominable Rue de l\u2019Homme Arm\u00e9. I was very desperate indeed there, that I was. What have you against me? You cause me a great deal of grief. Fi!\u201d\n\nAnd, becoming suddenly serious, she gazed intently at Jean Valjean and added:\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cAre you angry with me because I am happy?\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\nIngenuousness sometimes unconsciously penetrates deep. This question, which was simple for Cosette, was profound for Jean Valjean. Cosette had meant to scratch, and she lacerated.\n\nJean Valjean turned pale.\n\nHe remained for a moment without replying, then, with an inexpressible intonation, and speaking to himself, he murmured:\n\n\u201cHer happiness was the object of my life. Now God may sign my dismissal. Cosette, thou art happy; my day is over.\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {"added": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_38_hugo_64kb_32.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cHer happiness was the object of my life. Now God may sign my dismissal. Cosette, thou art happy; my day is over.\u201d", "start_byte": 3113738, "end_byte": 3113852, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 607.9150024414063, "cut_end_time": 615.9800024414063, "narration": {"text": "Jean Valjean, in bewilderment, strained her wildly to his breast. It almost seemed to him as though he were taking her back.", "cut_start_time": 623.2550048828125, "cut_end_time": 630.8600048828125, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_38_hugo_64kb_33.flac"}, "context": "And, becoming suddenly serious, she gazed intently at Jean Valjean and added:\n\n\u201cAre you angry with me because I am happy?\u201d\n\nIngenuousness sometimes unconsciously penetrates deep. This question, which was simple for Cosette, was profound for Jean Valjean. Cosette had meant to scratch, and she lacerated.\n\nJean Valjean turned pale.\n\nHe remained for a moment without replying, then, with an inexpressible intonation, and speaking to himself, he murmured:\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cHer happiness was the object of my life. Now God may sign my dismissal. Cosette, thou art happy; my day is over.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\n\u201cAh, you have said thou to me!\u201d exclaimed Cosette.\n\nAnd she sprang to his neck.\n\nJean Valjean, in bewilderment, strained her wildly to his breast. It almost seemed to him as though he were taking her back.\n\n\u201cThanks, father!\u201d said Cosette.\n\nThis enthusiastic impulse was on the point of becoming poignant for Jean Valjean. He gently removed Cosette\u2019s arms, and took his hat.\n\n\u201cWell?\u201d said Cosette.\n\n\u201cI leave you, Madame, they are waiting for you.\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {"murmured": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_38_hugo_64kb_33.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cAh, you have said thou to me!", "start_byte": 3113854, "end_byte": 3113884, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 617.1549804687501, "cut_end_time": 619.12010546875, "narration": {"text": "Jean Valjean, in bewilderment, strained her wildly to his breast. It almost seemed to him as though he were taking her back.", "cut_start_time": 623.2550048828125, "cut_end_time": 630.8600048828125, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_38_hugo_64kb_34.flac"}, "context": "Ingenuousness sometimes unconsciously penetrates deep. This question, which was simple for Cosette, was profound for Jean Valjean. Cosette had meant to scratch, and she lacerated.\n\nJean Valjean turned pale.\n\nHe remained for a moment without replying, then, with an inexpressible intonation, and speaking to himself, he murmured:\n\n\u201cHer happiness was the object of my life. Now God may sign my dismissal. Cosette, thou art happy; my day is over.\u201d\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cAh, you have said thou to me!\u201d<|quote_end|> exclaimed Cosette.\n\nAnd she sprang to his neck.\n\nJean Valjean, in bewilderment, strained her wildly to his breast. It almost seemed to him as though he were taking her back.\n\n\u201cThanks, father!\u201d said Cosette.\n\nThis enthusiastic impulse was on the point of becoming poignant for Jean Valjean. He gently removed Cosette\u2019s arms, and took his hat.\n\n\u201cWell?\u201d said Cosette.\n\n\u201cI leave you, Madame, they are waiting for you.\u201d\n\nAnd, from the threshold, he added:", "narrative_information_pred": {"exclaimed": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_38_hugo_64kb_34.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cThanks, father!", "start_byte": 3114061, "end_byte": 3114077, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 631.9049926757813, "cut_end_time": 633.0101176757813, "narration": {"text": "This enthusiastic impulse was on the point of becoming poignant for Jean Valjean. He gently removed Cosette\u2019s arms, and took his hat.", "cut_start_time": 634.6649853515626, "cut_end_time": 642.7101103515625, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_38_hugo_64kb_35.flac"}, "context": "He remained for a moment without replying, then, with an inexpressible intonation, and speaking to himself, he murmured:\n\n\u201cHer happiness was the object of my life. Now God may sign my dismissal. Cosette, thou art happy; my day is over.\u201d\n\n\u201cAh, you have said thou to me!\u201d exclaimed Cosette.\n\nAnd she sprang to his neck.\n\nJean Valjean, in bewilderment, strained her wildly to his breast. It almost seemed to him as though he were taking her back.\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cThanks, father!\u201d<|quote_end|> said Cosette.\n\nThis enthusiastic impulse was on the point of becoming poignant for Jean Valjean. He gently removed Cosette\u2019s arms, and took his hat.\n\n\u201cWell?\u201d said Cosette.\n\n\u201cI leave you, Madame, they are waiting for you.\u201d\n\nAnd, from the threshold, he added:\n\n\u201cI have said thou to you. Tell your husband that this shall not happen again. Pardon me.\u201d\n\nJean Valjean quitted the room, leaving Cosette stupefied at this enigmatical farewell.", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_38_hugo_64kb_35.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cI leave you, Madame, they are waiting for you.\u201d", "start_byte": 3114252, "end_byte": 3114300, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 645.5549731445312, "cut_end_time": 647.9100981445313, "narration": {"text": "This enthusiastic impulse was on the point of becoming poignant for Jean Valjean. He gently removed Cosette\u2019s arms, and took his hat.", "cut_start_time": 634.6649853515626, "cut_end_time": 642.7101103515625, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_38_hugo_64kb_36.flac"}, "context": "\u201cHer happiness was the object of my life. Now God may sign my dismissal. Cosette, thou art happy; my day is over.\u201d\n\n\u201cAh, you have said thou to me!\u201d exclaimed Cosette.\n\nAnd she sprang to his neck.\n\nJean Valjean, in bewilderment, strained her wildly to his breast. It almost seemed to him as though he were taking her back.\n\n\u201cThanks, father!\u201d said Cosette.\n\nThis enthusiastic impulse was on the point of becoming poignant for Jean Valjean. He gently removed Cosette\u2019s arms, and took his hat.\n\n\u201cWell?\u201d said Cosette.\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cI leave you, Madame, they are waiting for you.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\nAnd, from the threshold, he added:\n\n\u201cI have said thou to you. Tell your husband that this shall not happen again. Pardon me.\u201d\n\nJean Valjean quitted the room, leaving Cosette stupefied at this enigmatical farewell.\n\nCHAPTER II \u2014 ANOTHER STEP BACKWARDS\n\nOn the following day, at the same hour, Jean Valjean came.\n\nCosette asked him no questions, was no longer astonished, no longer exclaimed that she was cold, no longer spoke of the drawing-room, she avoided saying either \u201cfather\u201d or", "narrative_information_pred": {}, "audio_path": "wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_38_hugo_64kb_36.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cI have said thou to you. Tell your husband that this shall not happen again. Pardon me.\u201d", "start_byte": 3114338, "end_byte": 3114427, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 650.8450146484375, "cut_end_time": 656.2000771484376, "narration": {"text": "This enthusiastic impulse was on the point of becoming poignant for Jean Valjean. He gently removed Cosette\u2019s arms, and took his hat.", "cut_start_time": 634.6649853515626, "cut_end_time": 642.7101103515625, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_38_hugo_64kb_37.flac"}, "context": "And she sprang to his neck.\n\nJean Valjean, in bewilderment, strained her wildly to his breast. It almost seemed to him as though he were taking her back.\n\n\u201cThanks, father!\u201d said Cosette.\n\nThis enthusiastic impulse was on the point of becoming poignant for Jean Valjean. He gently removed Cosette\u2019s arms, and took his hat.\n\n\u201cWell?\u201d said Cosette.\n\n\u201cI leave you, Madame, they are waiting for you.\u201d\n\nAnd, from the threshold, he added:\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cI have said thou to you. Tell your husband that this shall not happen again. Pardon me.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\nJean Valjean quitted the room, leaving Cosette stupefied at this enigmatical farewell.\n\nCHAPTER II \u2014 ANOTHER STEP BACKWARDS\n\nOn the following day, at the same hour, Jean Valjean came.\n\nCosette asked him no questions, was no longer astonished, no longer exclaimed that she was cold, no longer spoke of the drawing-room, she avoided saying either \u201cfather\u201d or \u201cMonsieur Jean.\u201d She allowed herself to be addressed as you. She allowed herself to be called Madame. Only, her joy had undergone a certain diminution. She would have been sad, if sadness had been possible to her.", "narrative_information_pred": {"added": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_38_hugo_64kb_37.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cMonsieur Jean.", "start_byte": 3114786, "end_byte": 3114801, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 683.735009765625, "cut_end_time": 684.950009765625, "narration": {"text": "The lower room had made a little toilet. Basque had suppressed the bottles, and Nicolette the spiders.", "cut_start_time": 716.974990234375, "cut_end_time": 722.870052734375, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_38_hugo_64kb_38.flac"}, "context": "\u201cI have said thou to you. Tell your husband that this shall not happen again. Pardon me.\u201d\n\nJean Valjean quitted the room, leaving Cosette stupefied at this enigmatical farewell.\n\nCHAPTER II \u2014 ANOTHER STEP BACKWARDS\n\nOn the following day, at the same hour, Jean Valjean came.\n\nCosette asked him no questions, was no longer astonished, no longer exclaimed that she was cold, no longer spoke of the drawing-room, she avoided saying either \u201cfather\u201d or <|quote_start|>\u201cMonsieur Jean.\u201d<|quote_end|> She allowed herself to be addressed as you. She allowed herself to be called Madame. Only, her joy had undergone a certain diminution. She would have been sad, if sadness had been possible to her.\n\nIt is probable that she had had with Marius one of those conversations in which the beloved man says what he pleases, explains nothing, and satisfies the beloved woman. The curiosity of lovers does not extend very far beyond their own love.\n\nThe lower room had made a little toilet. Basque had suppressed the bottles, and Nicolette the spiders.", "narrative_information_pred": {}, "audio_path": "wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_38_hugo_64kb_38.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cMonsieur has always been like that,", "start_byte": 3115693, "end_byte": 3115729, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 748.355, "cut_end_time": 750.1, "narration": {"text": "The lower room had made a little toilet. Basque had suppressed the bottles, and Nicolette the spiders.", "cut_start_time": 716.974990234375, "cut_end_time": 722.870052734375, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_38_hugo_64kb_39.flac"}, "context": "The lower room had made a little toilet. Basque had suppressed the bottles, and Nicolette the spiders.\n\nAll the days which followed brought Jean Valjean at the same hour. He came every day, because he had not the strength to take Marius\u2019 words otherwise than literally. Marius arranged matters so as to be absent at the hours when Jean Valjean came. The house grew accustomed to the novel ways of M. Fauchelevent. Toussaint helped in this direction: <|quote_start|>\u201cMonsieur has always been like that,\u201d<|quote_end|> she repeated. The grandfather issued this decree: \u2014 \u201cHe\u2019s an original.\u201d And all was said. Moreover, at the age of ninety-six, no bond is any longer possible, all is merely juxtaposition; a newcomer is in the way. There is no longer any room; all habits are acquired. M. Fauchelevent, M. Tranchelevent, Father Gillenormand asked nothing better than to be relieved from \u201cthat gentleman.\u201d He added: \u2014 \u201cNothing is more common than those originals. They do all sorts of queer things. They have no reason. The Marquis de Canaples was still worse. He bought a palace that he might lodge in the garret. These are fantastic appearances that people affect.\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {"repeated": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_38_hugo_64kb_39.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cHe\u2019s an original.", "start_byte": 3115783, "end_byte": 3115801, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 754.0950268554687, "cut_end_time": 755.3000268554688, "narration": {"text": "He still lived in the Rue de l\u2019Homme Arm\u00e9, because he could not make up his mind to remove to a distance from the quarter where Cosette dwelt.", "cut_start_time": 1021.044970703125, "cut_end_time": 1028.810033203125, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_38_hugo_64kb_40.flac"}, "context": "All the days which followed brought Jean Valjean at the same hour. He came every day, because he had not the strength to take Marius\u2019 words otherwise than literally. Marius arranged matters so as to be absent at the hours when Jean Valjean came. The house grew accustomed to the novel ways of M. Fauchelevent. Toussaint helped in this direction: \u201cMonsieur has always been like that,\u201d she repeated. The grandfather issued this decree: \u2014 <|quote_start|>\u201cHe\u2019s an original.\u201d<|quote_end|> And all was said. Moreover, at the age of ninety-six, no bond is any longer possible, all is merely juxtaposition; a newcomer is in the way. There is no longer any room; all habits are acquired. M. Fauchelevent, M. Tranchelevent, Father Gillenormand asked nothing better than to be relieved from \u201cthat gentleman.\u201d He added: \u2014 \u201cNothing is more common than those originals. They do all sorts of queer things. They have no reason. The Marquis de Canaples was still worse. He bought a palace that he might lodge in the garret. These are fantastic appearances that people affect.\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_38_hugo_64kb_40.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cNothing is more common than those originals. They do all sorts of queer things. They have no reason. The Marquis de Canaples was still worse. He bought a palace that he might lodge in the garret. These are fantastic appearances that people affect.\u201d", "start_byte": 3116129, "end_byte": 3116378, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 781.54498046875, "cut_end_time": 797.52004296875, "narration": {"text": "He still lived in the Rue de l\u2019Homme Arm\u00e9, because he could not make up his mind to remove to a distance from the quarter where Cosette dwelt.", "cut_start_time": 1021.044970703125, "cut_end_time": 1028.810033203125, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_38_hugo_64kb_41.flac"}, "context": "\u201cMonsieur has always been like that,\u201d she repeated. The grandfather issued this decree: \u2014 \u201cHe\u2019s an original.\u201d And all was said. Moreover, at the age of ninety-six, no bond is any longer possible, all is merely juxtaposition; a newcomer is in the way. There is no longer any room; all habits are acquired. M. Fauchelevent, M. Tranchelevent, Father Gillenormand asked nothing better than to be relieved from \u201cthat gentleman.\u201d He added: \u2014 <|quote_start|>\u201cNothing is more common than those originals. They do all sorts of queer things. They have no reason. The Marquis de Canaples was still worse. He bought a palace that he might lodge in the garret. These are fantastic appearances that people affect.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\nNo one caught a glimpse of the sinister foundation. And moreover, who could have guessed such a thing? There are marshes of this description in India. The water seems extraordinary, inexplicable, rippling though there is no wind, and agitated where it should be calm. One gazes at the surface of these causeless ebullitions; one does not perceive the hydra which crawls on the bottom.\n\nMany men have a secret monster in this same manner, a dragon which gnaws them, a despair which inhabits their night. Such a man resembles other men, he goes and comes. No one knows that he bears within him a frightful parasitic pain with a thousand teeth, which lives within the unhappy man, and of which he is dying. No one knows that this man is a gulf. He is stagnant but deep. From time to time, a trouble of which the onlooker understands nothing appears on his surface. A mysterious wrinkle is formed, then vanishes, then reappears; an air-bubble rises and bursts. It is the breathing of the unknown beast.", "narrative_information_pred": {"added": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_38_hugo_64kb_41.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cMonsieur Jean,", "start_byte": 3118987, "end_byte": 3119002, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 983.0949951171875, "cut_end_time": 984.1300576171875, "narration": {"text": "He still lived in the Rue de l\u2019Homme Arm\u00e9, because he could not make up his mind to remove to a distance from the quarter where Cosette dwelt.", "cut_start_time": 1021.044970703125, "cut_end_time": 1028.810033203125, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_38_hugo_64kb_42.flac"}, "context": "Many weeks passed in this manner. A new life gradually took possession of Cosette: the relations which marriage creates, visits, the care of the house, pleasures, great matters. Cosette\u2019s pleasures were not costly, they consisted in one thing: being with Marius. The great occupation of her life was to go out with him, to remain with him. It was for them a joy that was always fresh, to go out arm in arm, in the face of the sun, in the open street, without hiding themselves, before the whole world, both of them completely alone.\n\nCosette had one vexation. Toussaint could not get on with Nicolette, the soldering of two elderly maids being impossible, and she went away. The grandfather was well; Marius argued a case here and there; Aunt Gillenormand peacefully led that life aside which sufficed for her, beside the new household. Jean Valjean came every day.\n\nThe address as thou disappeared, the you, the \u201cMadame,\u201d the <|quote_start|>\u201cMonsieur Jean,\u201d<|quote_end|> rendered him another person to Cosette. The care which he had himself taken to detach her from him was succeeding. She became more and more gay and less and less tender. Yet she still loved him sincerely, and he felt it.\n\nOne day she said to him suddenly: \u201cYou used to be my father, you are no longer my father, you were my uncle, you are no longer my uncle, you were Monsieur Fauchelevent, you are Jean. Who are you then? I don\u2019t like all this. If I did not know how good you are, I should be afraid of you.\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {"rendered": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 9}}, "audio_path": "wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_38_hugo_64kb_42.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cYou used to be my father, you are no longer my father, you were my uncle, you are no longer my uncle, you were Monsieur Fauchelevent, you are Jean. Who are you then? I don\u2019t like all this. If I did not know how good you are, I should be afraid of you.\u201d", "start_byte": 3119260, "end_byte": 3119513, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 1003.7150073242187, "cut_end_time": 1020.2300073242187, "narration": {"text": "He still lived in the Rue de l\u2019Homme Arm\u00e9, because he could not make up his mind to remove to a distance from the quarter where Cosette dwelt.", "cut_start_time": 1021.044970703125, "cut_end_time": 1028.810033203125, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_38_hugo_64kb_43.flac"}, "context": "Cosette had one vexation. Toussaint could not get on with Nicolette, the soldering of two elderly maids being impossible, and she went away. The grandfather was well; Marius argued a case here and there; Aunt Gillenormand peacefully led that life aside which sufficed for her, beside the new household. Jean Valjean came every day.\n\nThe address as thou disappeared, the you, the \u201cMadame,\u201d the \u201cMonsieur Jean,\u201d rendered him another person to Cosette. The care which he had himself taken to detach her from him was succeeding. She became more and more gay and less and less tender. Yet she still loved him sincerely, and he felt it.\n\nOne day she said to him suddenly: <|quote_start|>\u201cYou used to be my father, you are no longer my father, you were my uncle, you are no longer my uncle, you were Monsieur Fauchelevent, you are Jean. Who are you then? I don\u2019t like all this. If I did not know how good you are, I should be afraid of you.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\nHe still lived in the Rue de l\u2019Homme Arm\u00e9, because he could not make up his mind to remove to a distance from the quarter where Cosette dwelt.\n\nAt first, he only remained a few minutes with Cosette, and then went away.\n\nLittle by little he acquired the habit of making his visits less brief. One would have said that he was taking advantage of the authorization of the days which were lengthening, he arrived earlier and departed later.\n\nOne day Cosette chanced to say \u201cfather\u201d to him. A flash of joy illuminated Jean Valjean\u2019s melancholy old countenance. He caught her up: \u201cSay Jean.\u201d \u2014 \u201cAh! truly,\u201d she replied with a burst of laughter,", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_38_hugo_64kb_43.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cMonsieur Jean.", "start_byte": 3120154, "end_byte": 3120169, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 1062.195, "cut_end_time": 1063.1999999999998, "narration": {"text": " to him. A flash of joy illuminated Jean Valjean\u2019s melancholy old countenance. He caught her up:", "cut_start_time": 1050.6150146484374, "cut_end_time": 1058.0100771484374, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_38_hugo_64kb_44.flac"}, "context": "At first, he only remained a few minutes with Cosette, and then went away.\n\nLittle by little he acquired the habit of making his visits less brief. One would have said that he was taking advantage of the authorization of the days which were lengthening, he arrived earlier and departed later.\n\nOne day Cosette chanced to say \u201cfather\u201d to him. A flash of joy illuminated Jean Valjean\u2019s melancholy old countenance. He caught her up: \u201cSay Jean.\u201d \u2014 \u201cAh! truly,\u201d she replied with a burst of laughter, <|quote_start|>\u201cMonsieur Jean.\u201d<|quote_end|> \u2014 \u201cThat is right,\u201d said he. And he turned aside so that she might not see him wipe his eyes.\n\nCHAPTER III \u2014 THEY RECALL THE GARDEN OF THE RUE PLUMET\n\nThis was the last time. After that last flash of light, complete extinction ensued. No more familiarity, no more good-morning with a kiss, never more that word so profoundly sweet: \u201cMy father!\u201d He was at his own request and through his own complicity driven out of all his happinesses one after the other; and he had this sorrow, that after having lost Cosette wholly in one day, he was afterwards obliged to lose her again in detail.", "narrative_information_pred": {"laughing": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 8}}, "audio_path": "wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_38_hugo_64kb_44.flac"}]}

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He departed with drooping head.", "cut_start_time": 181.90499633789062, "cut_end_time": 191.3400588378906, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_39_hugo_64kb_0.flac"}, "context": "One afternoon, \u2014 it was on one of those early days in April, already warm and fresh, the moment of the sun\u2019s great gayety, the gardens which surrounded the windows of Marius and Cosette felt the emotion of waking, the hawthorn was on the point of budding, a jewelled garniture of gillyflowers spread over the ancient walls, snapdragons yawned through the crevices of the stones, amid the grass there was a charming beginning of daisies, and buttercups, the white butterflies of the year were making their first appearance, the wind, that minstrel of the eternal wedding, was trying in the trees the first notes of that grand, auroral symphony which the old poets called the springtide, \u2014 Marius said to Cosette: \u2014 <|quote_start|>\u201cWe said that we would go back to take a look at our garden in the Rue Plumet. Let us go thither. We must not be ungrateful.\u201d<|quote_end|> \u2014 And away they flitted, like two swallows towards the spring. This garden of the Rue Plumet produced on them the effect of the dawn. They already had behind them in life something which was like the springtime of their love. The house in the Rue Plumet being held on a lease, still belonged to Cosette. They went to that garden and that house. There they found themselves again, there they forgot themselves. That evening, at the usual hour, Jean Valjean came to the Rue des Filles-du-Calvaire. \u2014", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_39_hugo_64kb_0.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cMadame went out with Monsieur and has not yet returned,", "start_byte": 3122461, "end_byte": 3122517, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 179.09500122070312, "cut_end_time": 181.84000122070313, "narration": {"text": " Basque said to him. He seated himself in silence, and waited an hour. Cosette did not return. He departed with drooping head.", "cut_start_time": 181.90499633789062, "cut_end_time": 191.3400588378906, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_39_hugo_64kb_1.flac"}, "context": "\u201d \u2014 And away they flitted, like two swallows towards the spring. This garden of the Rue Plumet produced on them the effect of the dawn. They already had behind them in life something which was like the springtime of their love. The house in the Rue Plumet being held on a lease, still belonged to Cosette. They went to that garden and that house. There they found themselves again, there they forgot themselves. That evening, at the usual hour, Jean Valjean came to the Rue des Filles-du-Calvaire. \u2014 <|quote_start|>\u201cMadame went out with Monsieur and has not yet returned,\u201d<|quote_end|> Basque said to him. He seated himself in silence, and waited an hour. Cosette did not return. He departed with drooping head.\n\nCosette was so intoxicated with her walk to \u201ctheir garden,\u201d and so joyous at having \u201clived a whole day in her past,\u201d that she talked of nothing else on the morrow. She did not notice that she had not seen Jean Valjean.\n\n\u201cIn what way did you go thither?\u201d Jean Valjean asked her.\u201d\n\n\u201cOn foot.\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_39_hugo_64kb_1.flac"}, {"text": "\u201clived a whole day in her past,", "start_byte": 3122730, "end_byte": 3122761, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 197.17499694824218, "cut_end_time": 198.9300594482422, "narration": {"text": " Basque said to him. He seated himself in silence, and waited an hour. Cosette did not return. He departed with drooping head.", "cut_start_time": 181.90499633789062, "cut_end_time": 191.3400588378906, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_39_hugo_64kb_2.flac"}, "context": "\u201d \u2014 And away they flitted, like two swallows towards the spring. This garden of the Rue Plumet produced on them the effect of the dawn. They already had behind them in life something which was like the springtime of their love. The house in the Rue Plumet being held on a lease, still belonged to Cosette. They went to that garden and that house. There they found themselves again, there they forgot themselves. That evening, at the usual hour, Jean Valjean came to the Rue des Filles-du-Calvaire. \u2014 \u201cMadame went out with Monsieur and has not yet returned,\u201d Basque said to him. He seated himself in silence, and waited an hour. Cosette did not return. He departed with drooping head.\n\nCosette was so intoxicated with her walk to \u201ctheir garden,\u201d and so joyous at having <|quote_start|>\u201clived a whole day in her past,\u201d<|quote_end|> that she talked of nothing else on the morrow. She did not notice that she had not seen Jean Valjean.\n\n\u201cIn what way did you go thither?\u201d Jean Valjean asked her.\u201d\n\n\u201cOn foot.\u201d\n\n\u201cAnd how did you return?\u201d\n\n\u201cIn a hackney carriage.\u201d\n\nFor some time, Jean Valjean had noticed the economical life led by the young people. He was troubled by it. Marius\u2019 economy was severe, and that word had its absolute meaning for Jean Valjean. He hazarded a query:", "narrative_information_pred": {"joyous": {"id": "1", "type": "adjective", "confidence": 9}}, "audio_path": "wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_39_hugo_64kb_2.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cIn what way did you go thither?", "start_byte": 3122866, "end_byte": 3122898, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 207.42499633789063, "cut_end_time": 209.11005883789062, "narration": {"text": "Jean Valjean\u2019s visits were not abridged. Far from it. When it is the heart which is slipping, one does not halt on the downward slope.", "cut_start_time": 273.7349987792969, "cut_end_time": 282.0701237792969, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_39_hugo_64kb_3.flac"}, "context": "\u201d \u2014 And away they flitted, like two swallows towards the spring. This garden of the Rue Plumet produced on them the effect of the dawn. They already had behind them in life something which was like the springtime of their love. The house in the Rue Plumet being held on a lease, still belonged to Cosette. They went to that garden and that house. There they found themselves again, there they forgot themselves. That evening, at the usual hour, Jean Valjean came to the Rue des Filles-du-Calvaire. \u2014 \u201cMadame went out with Monsieur and has not yet returned,\u201d Basque said to him. He seated himself in silence, and waited an hour. Cosette did not return. He departed with drooping head.\n\nCosette was so intoxicated with her walk to \u201ctheir garden,\u201d and so joyous at having \u201clived a whole day in her past,\u201d that she talked of nothing else on the morrow. She did not notice that she had not seen Jean Valjean.\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cIn what way did you go thither?\u201d<|quote_end|> Jean Valjean asked her.\u201d\n\n\u201cOn foot.\u201d\n\n\u201cAnd how did you return?\u201d\n\n\u201cIn a hackney carriage.\u201d\n\nFor some time, Jean Valjean had noticed the economical life led by the young people. He was troubled by it. Marius\u2019 economy was severe, and that word had its absolute meaning for Jean Valjean. He hazarded a query:\n\n\u201cWhy do you not have a carriage of your own? A pretty coup\u00e9 would only cost you five hundred francs a month. You are rich.\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {"asked": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_39_hugo_64kb_3.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cAnd how did you return?\u201d", "start_byte": 3122938, "end_byte": 3122963, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 212.15499267578124, "cut_end_time": 213.44005517578125, "narration": {"text": "Jean Valjean\u2019s visits were not abridged. Far from it. When it is the heart which is slipping, one does not halt on the downward slope.", "cut_start_time": 273.7349987792969, "cut_end_time": 282.0701237792969, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_39_hugo_64kb_4.flac"}, "context": "\u201d Basque said to him. He seated himself in silence, and waited an hour. Cosette did not return. He departed with drooping head.\n\nCosette was so intoxicated with her walk to \u201ctheir garden,\u201d and so joyous at having \u201clived a whole day in her past,\u201d that she talked of nothing else on the morrow. She did not notice that she had not seen Jean Valjean.\n\n\u201cIn what way did you go thither?\u201d Jean Valjean asked her.\u201d\n\n\u201cOn foot.\u201d\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cAnd how did you return?\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\n\u201cIn a hackney carriage.\u201d\n\nFor some time, Jean Valjean had noticed the economical life led by the young people. He was troubled by it. Marius\u2019 economy was severe, and that word had its absolute meaning for Jean Valjean. He hazarded a query:\n\n\u201cWhy do you not have a carriage of your own? A pretty coup\u00e9 would only cost you five hundred francs a month. You are rich.\u201d\n\n\u201cI don\u2019t know,\u201d replied Cosette.\n\n\u201cIt is like Toussaint", "narrative_information_pred": {}, "audio_path": "wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_39_hugo_64kb_4.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cIn a hackney carriage.\u201d", "start_byte": 3122965, "end_byte": 3122989, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 214.39499999999998, "cut_end_time": 215.8100625, "narration": {"text": "Jean Valjean\u2019s visits were not abridged. Far from it. When it is the heart which is slipping, one does not halt on the downward slope.", "cut_start_time": 273.7349987792969, "cut_end_time": 282.0701237792969, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_39_hugo_64kb_5.flac"}, "context": "\u201d Basque said to him. He seated himself in silence, and waited an hour. Cosette did not return. He departed with drooping head.\n\nCosette was so intoxicated with her walk to \u201ctheir garden,\u201d and so joyous at having \u201clived a whole day in her past,\u201d that she talked of nothing else on the morrow. She did not notice that she had not seen Jean Valjean.\n\n\u201cIn what way did you go thither?\u201d Jean Valjean asked her.\u201d\n\n\u201cOn foot.\u201d\n\n\u201cAnd how did you return?\u201d\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cIn a hackney carriage.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\nFor some time, Jean Valjean had noticed the economical life led by the young people. He was troubled by it. Marius\u2019 economy was severe, and that word had its absolute meaning for Jean Valjean. He hazarded a query:\n\n\u201cWhy do you not have a carriage of your own? A pretty coup\u00e9 would only cost you five hundred francs a month. You are rich.\u201d\n\n\u201cI don\u2019t know,\u201d replied Cosette.\n\n\u201cIt is like Toussaint,\u201d resumed Jean Valjean.", "narrative_information_pred": {}, "audio_path": "wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_39_hugo_64kb_5.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cWhy do you not have a carriage of your own? A pretty coup\u00e9 would only cost you five hundred francs a month. You are rich.\u201d", "start_byte": 3123206, "end_byte": 3123329, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 233.08499938964843, "cut_end_time": 239.52012438964843, "narration": {"text": "Jean Valjean\u2019s visits were not abridged. Far from it. When it is the heart which is slipping, one does not halt on the downward slope.", "cut_start_time": 273.7349987792969, "cut_end_time": 282.0701237792969, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_39_hugo_64kb_6.flac"}, "context": "\u201d that she talked of nothing else on the morrow. She did not notice that she had not seen Jean Valjean.\n\n\u201cIn what way did you go thither?\u201d Jean Valjean asked her.\u201d\n\n\u201cOn foot.\u201d\n\n\u201cAnd how did you return?\u201d\n\n\u201cIn a hackney carriage.\u201d\n\nFor some time, Jean Valjean had noticed the economical life led by the young people. He was troubled by it. Marius\u2019 economy was severe, and that word had its absolute meaning for Jean Valjean. He hazarded a query:\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cWhy do you not have a carriage of your own? A pretty coup\u00e9 would only cost you five hundred francs a month. You are rich.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\n\u201cI don\u2019t know,\u201d replied Cosette.\n\n\u201cIt is like Toussaint,\u201d resumed Jean Valjean. \u201cShe is gone. You have not replaced her. Why?\u201d\n\n\u201cNicolette suffices.\u201d\n\n\u201cBut you ought to have a maid.\u201d\n\n\u201cHave I not Marius?\u201d\n\n\u201cYou ought to have a house of your own, your own servants, a carriage, a box at the theatre. There is nothing too fine for you. Why not profit by your riches? Wealth adds to happiness.\u201d\n\nCosette made no reply.", "narrative_information_pred": {"hazarded": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 9}}, "audio_path": "wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_39_hugo_64kb_6.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cIt is like Toussaint,", "start_byte": 3123365, "end_byte": 3123387, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 245.00500366210937, "cut_end_time": 246.26006616210938, "narration": {"text": "Jean Valjean\u2019s visits were not abridged. Far from it. When it is the heart which is slipping, one does not halt on the downward slope.", "cut_start_time": 273.7349987792969, "cut_end_time": 282.0701237792969, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_39_hugo_64kb_7.flac"}, "context": "\u201cAnd how did you return?\u201d\n\n\u201cIn a hackney carriage.\u201d\n\nFor some time, Jean Valjean had noticed the economical life led by the young people. He was troubled by it. Marius\u2019 economy was severe, and that word had its absolute meaning for Jean Valjean. He hazarded a query:\n\n\u201cWhy do you not have a carriage of your own? A pretty coup\u00e9 would only cost you five hundred francs a month. You are rich.\u201d\n\n\u201cI don\u2019t know,\u201d replied Cosette.\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cIt is like Toussaint,\u201d<|quote_end|> resumed Jean Valjean. \u201cShe is gone. You have not replaced her. Why?\u201d\n\n\u201cNicolette suffices.\u201d\n\n\u201cBut you ought to have a maid.\u201d\n\n\u201cHave I not Marius?\u201d\n\n\u201cYou ought to have a house of your own, your own servants, a carriage, a box at the theatre. There is nothing too fine for you. Why not profit by your riches? Wealth adds to happiness.\u201d\n\nCosette made no reply.\n\nJean Valjean\u2019s visits were not abridged. Far from it. When it is the heart which is slipping, one does not halt on the downward slope.", "narrative_information_pred": {"resumed": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_39_hugo_64kb_7.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cShe is gone. You have not replaced her. Why?\u201d", "start_byte": 3123411, "end_byte": 3123457, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 247.67499267578125, "cut_end_time": 250.55011767578125, "narration": {"text": "Jean Valjean\u2019s visits were not abridged. Far from it. When it is the heart which is slipping, one does not halt on the downward slope.", "cut_start_time": 273.7349987792969, "cut_end_time": 282.0701237792969, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_39_hugo_64kb_8.flac"}, "context": "For some time, Jean Valjean had noticed the economical life led by the young people. He was troubled by it. Marius\u2019 economy was severe, and that word had its absolute meaning for Jean Valjean. He hazarded a query:\n\n\u201cWhy do you not have a carriage of your own? A pretty coup\u00e9 would only cost you five hundred francs a month. You are rich.\u201d\n\n\u201cI don\u2019t know,\u201d replied Cosette.\n\n\u201cIt is like Toussaint,\u201d resumed Jean Valjean. <|quote_start|>\u201cShe is gone. You have not replaced her. Why?\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\n\u201cNicolette suffices.\u201d\n\n\u201cBut you ought to have a maid.\u201d\n\n\u201cHave I not Marius?\u201d\n\n\u201cYou ought to have a house of your own, your own servants, a carriage, a box at the theatre. There is nothing too fine for you. Why not profit by your riches? Wealth adds to happiness.\u201d\n\nCosette made no reply.\n\nJean Valjean\u2019s visits were not abridged. Far from it. When it is the heart which is slipping, one does not halt on the downward slope.", "narrative_information_pred": {"resumed": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_39_hugo_64kb_8.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cNicolette suffices.\u201d", "start_byte": 3123459, "end_byte": 3123480, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 252.2650067138672, "cut_end_time": 253.5300692138672, "narration": {"text": "Jean Valjean\u2019s visits were not abridged. Far from it. When it is the heart which is slipping, one does not halt on the downward slope.", "cut_start_time": 273.7349987792969, "cut_end_time": 282.0701237792969, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_39_hugo_64kb_9.flac"}, "context": "For some time, Jean Valjean had noticed the economical life led by the young people. He was troubled by it. Marius\u2019 economy was severe, and that word had its absolute meaning for Jean Valjean. He hazarded a query:\n\n\u201cWhy do you not have a carriage of your own? A pretty coup\u00e9 would only cost you five hundred francs a month. You are rich.\u201d\n\n\u201cI don\u2019t know,\u201d replied Cosette.\n\n\u201cIt is like Toussaint,\u201d resumed Jean Valjean. \u201cShe is gone. You have not replaced her. Why?\u201d\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cNicolette suffices.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\n\u201cBut you ought to have a maid.\u201d\n\n\u201cHave I not Marius?\u201d\n\n\u201cYou ought to have a house of your own, your own servants, a carriage, a box at the theatre. There is nothing too fine for you. Why not profit by your riches? Wealth adds to happiness.\u201d\n\nCosette made no reply.\n\nJean Valjean\u2019s visits were not abridged. Far from it. When it is the heart which is slipping, one does not halt on the downward slope.\n\nWhen Jean Valjean wished to prolong his visit and to induce forgetfulness of the hour, he sang the praises of Marius; he pronounced him handsome, noble, courageous, witty, eloquent, good. Cosette outdid him. Jean Valjean began again. They were never weary. Marius \u2014 that word was inexhaustible; those six letters contained volumes. In this manner, Jean Valjean contrived to remain a long time.", "narrative_information_pred": {}, "audio_path": "wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_39_hugo_64kb_9.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cBut you ought to have a maid.\u201d", "start_byte": 3123482, "end_byte": 3123513, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 255.69500427246092, "cut_end_time": 257.06000427246096, "narration": {"text": "Jean Valjean\u2019s visits were not abridged. Far from it. When it is the heart which is slipping, one does not halt on the downward slope.", "cut_start_time": 273.7349987792969, "cut_end_time": 282.0701237792969, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_39_hugo_64kb_10.flac"}, "context": "For some time, Jean Valjean had noticed the economical life led by the young people. He was troubled by it. Marius\u2019 economy was severe, and that word had its absolute meaning for Jean Valjean. He hazarded a query:\n\n\u201cWhy do you not have a carriage of your own? A pretty coup\u00e9 would only cost you five hundred francs a month. You are rich.\u201d\n\n\u201cI don\u2019t know,\u201d replied Cosette.\n\n\u201cIt is like Toussaint,\u201d resumed Jean Valjean. \u201cShe is gone. You have not replaced her. Why?\u201d\n\n\u201cNicolette suffices.\u201d\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cBut you ought to have a maid.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\n\u201cHave I not Marius?\u201d\n\n\u201cYou ought to have a house of your own, your own servants, a carriage, a box at the theatre. There is nothing too fine for you. Why not profit by your riches? Wealth adds to happiness.\u201d\n\nCosette made no reply.\n\nJean Valjean\u2019s visits were not abridged. Far from it. When it is the heart which is slipping, one does not halt on the downward slope.\n\nWhen Jean Valjean wished to prolong his visit and to induce forgetfulness of the hour, he sang the praises of Marius; he pronounced him handsome, noble, courageous, witty, eloquent, good. Cosette outdid him. Jean Valjean began again. They were never weary. Marius \u2014 that word was inexhaustible; those six letters contained volumes. In this manner, Jean Valjean contrived to remain a long time.", "narrative_information_pred": {}, "audio_path": "wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_39_hugo_64kb_10.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cHave I not Marius?\u201d", "start_byte": 3123515, "end_byte": 3123535, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 258.0049926757813, "cut_end_time": 259.44005517578125, "narration": {"text": "Jean Valjean\u2019s visits were not abridged. Far from it. When it is the heart which is slipping, one does not halt on the downward slope.", "cut_start_time": 273.7349987792969, "cut_end_time": 282.0701237792969, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_39_hugo_64kb_11.flac"}, "context": "For some time, Jean Valjean had noticed the economical life led by the young people. He was troubled by it. Marius\u2019 economy was severe, and that word had its absolute meaning for Jean Valjean. He hazarded a query:\n\n\u201cWhy do you not have a carriage of your own? A pretty coup\u00e9 would only cost you five hundred francs a month. You are rich.\u201d\n\n\u201cI don\u2019t know,\u201d replied Cosette.\n\n\u201cIt is like Toussaint,\u201d resumed Jean Valjean. \u201cShe is gone. You have not replaced her. Why?\u201d\n\n\u201cNicolette suffices.\u201d\n\n\u201cBut you ought to have a maid.\u201d\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cHave I not Marius?\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\n\u201cYou ought to have a house of your own, your own servants, a carriage, a box at the theatre. There is nothing too fine for you. Why not profit by your riches? Wealth adds to happiness.\u201d\n\nCosette made no reply.\n\nJean Valjean\u2019s visits were not abridged. Far from it. When it is the heart which is slipping, one does not halt on the downward slope.\n\nWhen Jean Valjean wished to prolong his visit and to induce forgetfulness of the hour, he sang the praises of Marius; he pronounced him handsome, noble, courageous, witty, eloquent, good. Cosette outdid him. Jean Valjean began again. They were never weary. Marius \u2014 that word was inexhaustible; those six letters contained volumes. In this manner, Jean Valjean contrived to remain a long time.", "narrative_information_pred": {}, "audio_path": "wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_39_hugo_64kb_11.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cYou ought to have a house of your own, your own servants, a carriage, a box at the theatre. There is nothing too fine for you. Why not profit by your riches? Wealth adds to happiness.\u201d", "start_byte": 3123537, "end_byte": 3123722, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 260.45499633789063, "cut_end_time": 270.2300588378906, "narration": {"text": "Jean Valjean\u2019s visits were not abridged. Far from it. When it is the heart which is slipping, one does not halt on the downward slope.", "cut_start_time": 273.7349987792969, "cut_end_time": 282.0701237792969, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_39_hugo_64kb_12.flac"}, "context": "For some time, Jean Valjean had noticed the economical life led by the young people. He was troubled by it. Marius\u2019 economy was severe, and that word had its absolute meaning for Jean Valjean. He hazarded a query:\n\n\u201cWhy do you not have a carriage of your own? A pretty coup\u00e9 would only cost you five hundred francs a month. You are rich.\u201d\n\n\u201cI don\u2019t know,\u201d replied Cosette.\n\n\u201cIt is like Toussaint,\u201d resumed Jean Valjean. \u201cShe is gone. You have not replaced her. Why?\u201d\n\n\u201cNicolette suffices.\u201d\n\n\u201cBut you ought to have a maid.\u201d\n\n\u201cHave I not Marius?\u201d\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cYou ought to have a house of your own, your own servants, a carriage, a box at the theatre. There is nothing too fine for you. Why not profit by your riches? Wealth adds to happiness.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\nCosette made no reply.\n\nJean Valjean\u2019s visits were not abridged. Far from it. When it is the heart which is slipping, one does not halt on the downward slope.\n\nWhen Jean Valjean wished to prolong his visit and to induce forgetfulness of the hour, he sang the praises of Marius; he pronounced him handsome, noble, courageous, witty, eloquent, good. Cosette outdid him. Jean Valjean began again. They were never weary. Marius \u2014 that word was inexhaustible; those six letters contained volumes. In this manner, Jean Valjean contrived to remain a long time.", "narrative_information_pred": {}, "audio_path": "wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_39_hugo_64kb_12.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cM. Gillenormand sends me to remind Madame la Baronne that dinner is served.\u201d", "start_byte": 3124419, "end_byte": 3124496, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 319.6549926757813, "cut_end_time": 324.44011767578127, "narration": {"text": "It was so sweet to see Cosette, to forget by her side! It alleviated his wounds. It frequently happened that Basque came twice to announce:", "cut_start_time": 310.14500610351564, "cut_end_time": 319.78000610351563, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_39_hugo_64kb_13.flac"}, "context": "When Jean Valjean wished to prolong his visit and to induce forgetfulness of the hour, he sang the praises of Marius; he pronounced him handsome, noble, courageous, witty, eloquent, good. Cosette outdid him. Jean Valjean began again. They were never weary. Marius \u2014 that word was inexhaustible; those six letters contained volumes. In this manner, Jean Valjean contrived to remain a long time.\n\nIt was so sweet to see Cosette, to forget by her side! It alleviated his wounds. It frequently happened that Basque came twice to announce: <|quote_start|>\u201cM. Gillenormand sends me to remind Madame la Baronne that dinner is served.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\nOn those days, Jean Valjean was very thoughtful on his return home.\n\nWas there, then, any truth in that comparison of the chrysalis which had presented itself to the mind of Marius? Was Jean Valjean really a chrysalis who would persist, and who would come to visit his butterfly?\n\nOne day he remained still longer than usual. On the following day he observed that there was no fire on the hearth. \u2014 \u201cHello!\u201d he thought. \u201cNo fire.\u201d \u2014 And he furnished the explanation for himself. \u2014", "narrative_information_pred": {"announce": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 9}}, "audio_path": "wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_39_hugo_64kb_13.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cIt is perfectly simple. It is April. The cold weather has ceased.\u201d", "start_byte": 3124979, "end_byte": 3125046, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 356.8250146484375, "cut_end_time": 360.47001464843754, "narration": {"text": "On the following day there was a fire. But the two armchairs were arranged at the other end of the room near the door. \u201c \u2014 What is the meaning of this?\u201d thought Jean Valjean.", "cut_start_time": 387.5050085449219, "cut_end_time": 396.6300085449219, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_39_hugo_64kb_14.flac"}, "context": "On those days, Jean Valjean was very thoughtful on his return home.\n\nWas there, then, any truth in that comparison of the chrysalis which had presented itself to the mind of Marius? Was Jean Valjean really a chrysalis who would persist, and who would come to visit his butterfly?\n\nOne day he remained still longer than usual. On the following day he observed that there was no fire on the hearth. \u2014 \u201cHello!\u201d he thought. \u201cNo fire.\u201d \u2014 And he furnished the explanation for himself. \u2014 <|quote_start|>\u201cIt is perfectly simple. It is April. The cold weather has ceased.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\n\u201cHeavens! how cold it is here!\u201d exclaimed Cosette when she entered.\n\n\u201cWhy, no,\u201d said Jean Valjean.\n\n\u201cWas it you who told Basque not to make a fire then?\u201d\n\n\u201cYes, since we are now in the month of May.\u201d\n\n\u201cBut we have a fire until June. One is needed all the year in this cellar.\u201d\n\n\u201cI thought that a fire was unnecessary.\u201d\n\n\u201cThat is exactly like one of your ideas!\u201d retorted Cosette.\n\nOn the following day there was a fire. But the two armchairs were arranged at the other end of the room near the door. \u201c \u2014 What is the meaning of this?\u201d thought Jean Valjean.", "narrative_information_pred": {}, "audio_path": "wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_39_hugo_64kb_14.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cHeavens! how cold it is here!", "start_byte": 3125048, "end_byte": 3125078, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 361.63499511718754, "cut_end_time": 363.54012011718754, "narration": {"text": "On the following day there was a fire. But the two armchairs were arranged at the other end of the room near the door. \u201c \u2014 What is the meaning of this?\u201d thought Jean Valjean.", "cut_start_time": 387.5050085449219, "cut_end_time": 396.6300085449219, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_39_hugo_64kb_15.flac"}, "context": "Was there, then, any truth in that comparison of the chrysalis which had presented itself to the mind of Marius? Was Jean Valjean really a chrysalis who would persist, and who would come to visit his butterfly?\n\nOne day he remained still longer than usual. On the following day he observed that there was no fire on the hearth. \u2014 \u201cHello!\u201d he thought. \u201cNo fire.\u201d \u2014 And he furnished the explanation for himself. \u2014 \u201cIt is perfectly simple. It is April. The cold weather has ceased.\u201d\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cHeavens! how cold it is here!\u201d<|quote_end|> exclaimed Cosette when she entered.\n\n\u201cWhy, no,\u201d said Jean Valjean.\n\n\u201cWas it you who told Basque not to make a fire then?\u201d\n\n\u201cYes, since we are now in the month of May.\u201d\n\n\u201cBut we have a fire until June. One is needed all the year in this cellar.\u201d\n\n\u201cI thought that a fire was unnecessary.\u201d\n\n\u201cThat is exactly like one of your ideas!\u201d retorted Cosette.\n\nOn the following day there was a fire. But the two armchairs were arranged at the other end of the room near the door. \u201c \u2014 What is the meaning of this?\u201d thought Jean Valjean.", "narrative_information_pred": {"exclaimed": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_39_hugo_64kb_15.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cWas it you who told Basque not to make a fire then?\u201d", "start_byte": 3125148, "end_byte": 3125201, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 368.2350048828125, "cut_end_time": 370.65000488281254, "narration": {"text": "On the following day there was a fire. But the two armchairs were arranged at the other end of the room near the door. \u201c \u2014 What is the meaning of this?\u201d thought Jean Valjean.", "cut_start_time": 387.5050085449219, "cut_end_time": 396.6300085449219, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_39_hugo_64kb_16.flac"}, "context": "Was there, then, any truth in that comparison of the chrysalis which had presented itself to the mind of Marius? Was Jean Valjean really a chrysalis who would persist, and who would come to visit his butterfly?\n\nOne day he remained still longer than usual. On the following day he observed that there was no fire on the hearth. \u2014 \u201cHello!\u201d he thought. \u201cNo fire.\u201d \u2014 And he furnished the explanation for himself. \u2014 \u201cIt is perfectly simple. It is April. The cold weather has ceased.\u201d\n\n\u201cHeavens! how cold it is here!\u201d exclaimed Cosette when she entered.\n\n\u201cWhy, no,\u201d said Jean Valjean.\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cWas it you who told Basque not to make a fire then?\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\n\u201cYes, since we are now in the month of May.\u201d\n\n\u201cBut we have a fire until June. One is needed all the year in this cellar.\u201d\n\n\u201cI thought that a fire was unnecessary.\u201d\n\n\u201cThat is exactly like one of your ideas!\u201d retorted Cosette.\n\nOn the following day there was a fire. But the two armchairs were arranged at the other end of the room near the door. \u201c \u2014 What is the meaning of this?\u201d thought Jean Valjean.\n\nHe went for the armchairs and restored them to their ordinary place near the hearth.", "narrative_information_pred": {}, "audio_path": "wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_39_hugo_64kb_16.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cYes, since we are now in the month of May.\u201d", "start_byte": 3125203, "end_byte": 3125247, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 371.4049914550782, "cut_end_time": 373.43005395507817, "narration": {"text": "On the following day there was a fire. But the two armchairs were arranged at the other end of the room near the door. \u201c \u2014 What is the meaning of this?\u201d thought Jean Valjean.", "cut_start_time": 387.5050085449219, "cut_end_time": 396.6300085449219, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_39_hugo_64kb_17.flac"}, "context": "One day he remained still longer than usual. On the following day he observed that there was no fire on the hearth. \u2014 \u201cHello!\u201d he thought. \u201cNo fire.\u201d \u2014 And he furnished the explanation for himself. \u2014 \u201cIt is perfectly simple. It is April. The cold weather has ceased.\u201d\n\n\u201cHeavens! how cold it is here!\u201d exclaimed Cosette when she entered.\n\n\u201cWhy, no,\u201d said Jean Valjean.\n\n\u201cWas it you who told Basque not to make a fire then?\u201d\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cYes, since we are now in the month of May.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\n\u201cBut we have a fire until June. One is needed all the year in this cellar.\u201d\n\n\u201cI thought that a fire was unnecessary.\u201d\n\n\u201cThat is exactly like one of your ideas!\u201d retorted Cosette.\n\nOn the following day there was a fire. But the two armchairs were arranged at the other end of the room near the door. \u201c \u2014 What is the meaning of this?\u201d thought Jean Valjean.\n\nHe went for the armchairs and restored them to their ordinary place near the hearth.", "narrative_information_pred": {}, "audio_path": "wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_39_hugo_64kb_17.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cBut we have a fire until June. One is needed all the year in this cellar.\u201d", "start_byte": 3125249, "end_byte": 3125324, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 374.6549963378906, "cut_end_time": 378.4401213378907, "narration": {"text": "On the following day there was a fire. But the two armchairs were arranged at the other end of the room near the door. \u201c \u2014 What is the meaning of this?\u201d thought Jean Valjean.", "cut_start_time": 387.5050085449219, "cut_end_time": 396.6300085449219, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_39_hugo_64kb_18.flac"}, "context": "One day he remained still longer than usual. On the following day he observed that there was no fire on the hearth. \u2014 \u201cHello!\u201d he thought. \u201cNo fire.\u201d \u2014 And he furnished the explanation for himself. \u2014 \u201cIt is perfectly simple. It is April. The cold weather has ceased.\u201d\n\n\u201cHeavens! how cold it is here!\u201d exclaimed Cosette when she entered.\n\n\u201cWhy, no,\u201d said Jean Valjean.\n\n\u201cWas it you who told Basque not to make a fire then?\u201d\n\n\u201cYes, since we are now in the month of May.\u201d\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cBut we have a fire until June. One is needed all the year in this cellar.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\n\u201cI thought that a fire was unnecessary.\u201d\n\n\u201cThat is exactly like one of your ideas!\u201d retorted Cosette.\n\nOn the following day there was a fire. But the two armchairs were arranged at the other end of the room near the door. \u201c \u2014 What is the meaning of this?\u201d thought Jean Valjean.\n\nHe went for the armchairs and restored them to their ordinary place near the hearth.\n\nThis fire lighted once more encouraged him, however. He prolonged the conversation even beyond its customary limits. As he rose to take his leave, Cosette said to him:", "narrative_information_pred": {}, "audio_path": "wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_39_hugo_64kb_18.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cI thought that a fire was unnecessary.\u201d", "start_byte": 3125326, "end_byte": 3125366, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 379.40500488281253, "cut_end_time": 381.72000488281253, "narration": {"text": "On the following day there was a fire. But the two armchairs were arranged at the other end of the room near the door. \u201c \u2014 What is the meaning of this?\u201d thought Jean Valjean.", "cut_start_time": 387.5050085449219, "cut_end_time": 396.6300085449219, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_39_hugo_64kb_19.flac"}, "context": "One day he remained still longer than usual. On the following day he observed that there was no fire on the hearth. \u2014 \u201cHello!\u201d he thought. \u201cNo fire.\u201d \u2014 And he furnished the explanation for himself. \u2014 \u201cIt is perfectly simple. It is April. The cold weather has ceased.\u201d\n\n\u201cHeavens! how cold it is here!\u201d exclaimed Cosette when she entered.\n\n\u201cWhy, no,\u201d said Jean Valjean.\n\n\u201cWas it you who told Basque not to make a fire then?\u201d\n\n\u201cYes, since we are now in the month of May.\u201d\n\n\u201cBut we have a fire until June. One is needed all the year in this cellar.\u201d\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cI thought that a fire was unnecessary.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\n\u201cThat is exactly like one of your ideas!\u201d retorted Cosette.\n\nOn the following day there was a fire. But the two armchairs were arranged at the other end of the room near the door. \u201c \u2014 What is the meaning of this?\u201d thought Jean Valjean.\n\nHe went for the armchairs and restored them to their ordinary place near the hearth.\n\nThis fire lighted once more encouraged him, however. He prolonged the conversation even beyond its customary limits. As he rose to take his leave, Cosette said to him:", "narrative_information_pred": {}, "audio_path": "wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_39_hugo_64kb_19.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cThat is exactly like one of your ideas!", "start_byte": 3125368, "end_byte": 3125408, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 383.61499145507815, "cut_end_time": 385.70011645507816, "narration": {"text": "On the following day there was a fire. But the two armchairs were arranged at the other end of the room near the door. \u201c \u2014 What is the meaning of this?\u201d thought Jean Valjean.", "cut_start_time": 387.5050085449219, "cut_end_time": 396.6300085449219, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_39_hugo_64kb_20.flac"}, "context": "One day he remained still longer than usual. On the following day he observed that there was no fire on the hearth. \u2014 \u201cHello!\u201d he thought. \u201cNo fire.\u201d \u2014 And he furnished the explanation for himself. \u2014 \u201cIt is perfectly simple. It is April. The cold weather has ceased.\u201d\n\n\u201cHeavens! how cold it is here!\u201d exclaimed Cosette when she entered.\n\n\u201cWhy, no,\u201d said Jean Valjean.\n\n\u201cWas it you who told Basque not to make a fire then?\u201d\n\n\u201cYes, since we are now in the month of May.\u201d\n\n\u201cBut we have a fire until June. One is needed all the year in this cellar.\u201d\n\n\u201cI thought that a fire was unnecessary.\u201d\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cThat is exactly like one of your ideas!\u201d<|quote_end|> retorted Cosette.\n\nOn the following day there was a fire. But the two armchairs were arranged at the other end of the room near the door. \u201c \u2014 What is the meaning of this?\u201d thought Jean Valjean.\n\nHe went for the armchairs and restored them to their ordinary place near the hearth.\n\nThis fire lighted once more encouraged him, however. He prolonged the conversation even beyond its customary limits. As he rose to take his leave, Cosette said to him:", "narrative_information_pred": {"retorted": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_39_hugo_64kb_20.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cMy husband said a queer thing to me yesterday.\u201d", "start_byte": 3125860, "end_byte": 3125908, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 415.0049926757813, "cut_end_time": 417.6101176757813, "narration": {"text": "Moreover, Jean Valjean began vaguely to surmise that he was being shown the door.", "cut_start_time": 501.70499023437503, "cut_end_time": 506.200115234375, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_39_hugo_64kb_21.flac"}, "context": "\u201d retorted Cosette.\n\nOn the following day there was a fire. But the two armchairs were arranged at the other end of the room near the door. \u201c \u2014 What is the meaning of this?\u201d thought Jean Valjean.\n\nHe went for the armchairs and restored them to their ordinary place near the hearth.\n\nThis fire lighted once more encouraged him, however. He prolonged the conversation even beyond its customary limits. As he rose to take his leave, Cosette said to him:\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cMy husband said a queer thing to me yesterday.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\n\u201cWhat was it?\u201d\n\n\u201cHe said to me: \u2018Cosette, we have an income of thirty thousand livres. Twenty-seven that you own, and three that my grandfather gives me.\u2019 I replied: \u2018That makes thirty.\u2019 He went on: \u2018Would you have the courage to live on the three thousand?\u2019 I answered: \u2018Yes, on nothing. Provided that it was with you.\u2019 And then I asked: \u2018Why do you say that to me?\u2019 He replied: \u2018I wanted to know.\u2019\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {}, "audio_path": "wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_39_hugo_64kb_21.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cAh, what\u2019s this!", "start_byte": 3127451, "end_byte": 3127468, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 518.275009765625, "cut_end_time": 519.380072265625, "narration": {"text": "On the following day, he underwent something like a shock on entering the ground-floor room. The armchairs had disappeared. There was not a single chair of any sort.", "cut_start_time": 507.70501220703125, "cut_end_time": 517.2500747070312, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_39_hugo_64kb_22.flac"}, "context": "His mind was swarming with conjectures. It was evident that Marius had his doubts as to the origin of the six hundred thousand francs, that he feared some source that was not pure, who knows? that he had even, perhaps, discovered that the money came from him, Jean Valjean, that he hesitated before this suspicious fortune, and was disinclined to take it as his own, \u2014 preferring that both he and Cosette should remain poor, rather than that they should be rich with wealth that was not clean.\n\nMoreover, Jean Valjean began vaguely to surmise that he was being shown the door.\n\nOn the following day, he underwent something like a shock on entering the ground-floor room. The armchairs had disappeared. There was not a single chair of any sort.\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cAh, what\u2019s this!\u201d<|quote_end|> exclaimed Cosette as she entered, \u201cno chairs! Where are the armchairs?\u201d\n\n\u201cThey are no longer here,\u201d replied Jean Valjean.\n\n\u201cThis is too much!\u201d\n\nJean Valjean stammered:\n\n\u201cIt was I who told Basque to remove them.\u201d\n\n\u201cAnd your reason?\u201d\n\n\u201cI have only a few minutes to stay to-day.\u201d\n\n\u201cA brief stay is no reason for remaining standing.\u201d\n\n\u201cI think that Basque needed the chairs for the drawing-room.\u201d\n\n\u201cWhy?\u201d\n\n\u201cYou have company this evening, no doubt.\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {"exclaimed": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_39_hugo_64kb_22.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cno chairs! Where are the armchairs?\u201d", "start_byte": 3127504, "end_byte": 3127541, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 520.8550048828125, "cut_end_time": 522.6100048828125, "narration": {"text": "On the following day, he underwent something like a shock on entering the ground-floor room. The armchairs had disappeared. There was not a single chair of any sort.", "cut_start_time": 507.70501220703125, "cut_end_time": 517.2500747070312, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_39_hugo_64kb_23.flac"}, "context": "His mind was swarming with conjectures. It was evident that Marius had his doubts as to the origin of the six hundred thousand francs, that he feared some source that was not pure, who knows? that he had even, perhaps, discovered that the money came from him, Jean Valjean, that he hesitated before this suspicious fortune, and was disinclined to take it as his own, \u2014 preferring that both he and Cosette should remain poor, rather than that they should be rich with wealth that was not clean.\n\nMoreover, Jean Valjean began vaguely to surmise that he was being shown the door.\n\nOn the following day, he underwent something like a shock on entering the ground-floor room. The armchairs had disappeared. There was not a single chair of any sort.\n\n\u201cAh, what\u2019s this!\u201d exclaimed Cosette as she entered, <|quote_start|>\u201cno chairs! Where are the armchairs?\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\n\u201cThey are no longer here,\u201d replied Jean Valjean.\n\n\u201cThis is too much!\u201d\n\nJean Valjean stammered:\n\n\u201cIt was I who told Basque to remove them.\u201d\n\n\u201cAnd your reason?\u201d\n\n\u201cI have only a few minutes to stay to-day.\u201d\n\n\u201cA brief stay is no reason for remaining standing.\u201d\n\n\u201cI think that Basque needed the chairs for the drawing-room.\u201d\n\n\u201cWhy?\u201d\n\n\u201cYou have company this evening, no doubt.\u201d\n\n\u201cWe expect no one.\u201d\n\nJean Valjean had not another word to say.", "narrative_information_pred": {"exclaimed": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_39_hugo_64kb_23.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cThey are no longer here,", "start_byte": 3127543, "end_byte": 3127568, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 523.5649731445312, "cut_end_time": 524.7000356445312, "narration": {"text": "On the following day, he underwent something like a shock on entering the ground-floor room. The armchairs had disappeared. There was not a single chair of any sort.", "cut_start_time": 507.70501220703125, "cut_end_time": 517.2500747070312, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_39_hugo_64kb_24.flac"}, "context": "His mind was swarming with conjectures. It was evident that Marius had his doubts as to the origin of the six hundred thousand francs, that he feared some source that was not pure, who knows? that he had even, perhaps, discovered that the money came from him, Jean Valjean, that he hesitated before this suspicious fortune, and was disinclined to take it as his own, \u2014 preferring that both he and Cosette should remain poor, rather than that they should be rich with wealth that was not clean.\n\nMoreover, Jean Valjean began vaguely to surmise that he was being shown the door.\n\nOn the following day, he underwent something like a shock on entering the ground-floor room. The armchairs had disappeared. There was not a single chair of any sort.\n\n\u201cAh, what\u2019s this!\u201d exclaimed Cosette as she entered, \u201cno chairs! Where are the armchairs?\u201d\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cThey are no longer here,\u201d<|quote_end|> replied Jean Valjean.\n\n\u201cThis is too much!\u201d\n\nJean Valjean stammered:\n\n\u201cIt was I who told Basque to remove them.\u201d\n\n\u201cAnd your reason?\u201d\n\n\u201cI have only a few minutes to stay to-day.\u201d\n\n\u201cA brief stay is no reason for remaining standing.\u201d\n\n\u201cI think that Basque needed the chairs for the drawing-room.\u201d\n\n\u201cWhy?\u201d\n\n\u201cYou have company this evening, no doubt.\u201d\n\n\u201cWe expect no one.\u201d\n\nJean Valjean had not another word to say.\n\nCosette shrugged her shoulders.", "narrative_information_pred": {"replied": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_39_hugo_64kb_24.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cThis is too much!\u201d", "start_byte": 3127593, "end_byte": 3127612, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 526.2550170898438, "cut_end_time": 527.4000795898438, "narration": {"text": "On the following day, he underwent something like a shock on entering the ground-floor room. The armchairs had disappeared. There was not a single chair of any sort.", "cut_start_time": 507.70501220703125, "cut_end_time": 517.2500747070312, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_39_hugo_64kb_25.flac"}, "context": "His mind was swarming with conjectures. It was evident that Marius had his doubts as to the origin of the six hundred thousand francs, that he feared some source that was not pure, who knows? that he had even, perhaps, discovered that the money came from him, Jean Valjean, that he hesitated before this suspicious fortune, and was disinclined to take it as his own, \u2014 preferring that both he and Cosette should remain poor, rather than that they should be rich with wealth that was not clean.\n\nMoreover, Jean Valjean began vaguely to surmise that he was being shown the door.\n\nOn the following day, he underwent something like a shock on entering the ground-floor room. The armchairs had disappeared. There was not a single chair of any sort.\n\n\u201cAh, what\u2019s this!\u201d exclaimed Cosette as she entered, \u201cno chairs! Where are the armchairs?\u201d\n\n\u201cThey are no longer here,\u201d replied Jean Valjean.\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cThis is too much!\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\nJean Valjean stammered:\n\n\u201cIt was I who told Basque to remove them.\u201d\n\n\u201cAnd your reason?\u201d\n\n\u201cI have only a few minutes to stay to-day.\u201d\n\n\u201cA brief stay is no reason for remaining standing.\u201d\n\n\u201cI think that Basque needed the chairs for the drawing-room.\u201d\n\n\u201cWhy?\u201d\n\n\u201cYou have company this evening, no doubt.\u201d\n\n\u201cWe expect no one.\u201d\n\nJean Valjean had not another word to say.\n\nCosette shrugged her shoulders.\n\n\u201cTo have the chairs carried off! The other day you had the fire put out. How odd you are!\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {"stammered": {"id": "2", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_39_hugo_64kb_25.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cIt was I who told Basque to remove them.\u201d", "start_byte": 3127639, "end_byte": 3127681, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 530.1950048828126, "cut_end_time": 532.3800673828125, "narration": {"text": "On the following day, he underwent something like a shock on entering the ground-floor room. The armchairs had disappeared. There was not a single chair of any sort.", "cut_start_time": 507.70501220703125, "cut_end_time": 517.2500747070312, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_39_hugo_64kb_26.flac"}, "context": "Moreover, Jean Valjean began vaguely to surmise that he was being shown the door.\n\nOn the following day, he underwent something like a shock on entering the ground-floor room. The armchairs had disappeared. There was not a single chair of any sort.\n\n\u201cAh, what\u2019s this!\u201d exclaimed Cosette as she entered, \u201cno chairs! Where are the armchairs?\u201d\n\n\u201cThey are no longer here,\u201d replied Jean Valjean.\n\n\u201cThis is too much!\u201d\n\nJean Valjean stammered:\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cIt was I who told Basque to remove them.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\n\u201cAnd your reason?\u201d\n\n\u201cI have only a few minutes to stay to-day.\u201d\n\n\u201cA brief stay is no reason for remaining standing.\u201d\n\n\u201cI think that Basque needed the chairs for the drawing-room.\u201d\n\n\u201cWhy?\u201d\n\n\u201cYou have company this evening, no doubt.\u201d\n\n\u201cWe expect no one.\u201d\n\nJean Valjean had not another word to say.\n\nCosette shrugged her shoulders.\n\n\u201cTo have the chairs carried off! The other day you had the fire put out. How odd you are!\u201d\n\n\u201cAdieu!\u201d murmured Jean Valjean.", "narrative_information_pred": {"stammered": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_39_hugo_64kb_26.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cI have only a few minutes to stay to-day.\u201d", "start_byte": 3127703, "end_byte": 3127746, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 534.6249731445313, "cut_end_time": 536.7000356445312, "narration": {"text": "On the following day, he underwent something like a shock on entering the ground-floor room. The armchairs had disappeared. There was not a single chair of any sort.", "cut_start_time": 507.70501220703125, "cut_end_time": 517.2500747070312, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_39_hugo_64kb_27.flac"}, "context": "On the following day, he underwent something like a shock on entering the ground-floor room. The armchairs had disappeared. There was not a single chair of any sort.\n\n\u201cAh, what\u2019s this!\u201d exclaimed Cosette as she entered, \u201cno chairs! Where are the armchairs?\u201d\n\n\u201cThey are no longer here,\u201d replied Jean Valjean.\n\n\u201cThis is too much!\u201d\n\nJean Valjean stammered:\n\n\u201cIt was I who told Basque to remove them.\u201d\n\n\u201cAnd your reason?\u201d\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cI have only a few minutes to stay to-day.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\n\u201cA brief stay is no reason for remaining standing.\u201d\n\n\u201cI think that Basque needed the chairs for the drawing-room.\u201d\n\n\u201cWhy?\u201d\n\n\u201cYou have company this evening, no doubt.\u201d\n\n\u201cWe expect no one.\u201d\n\nJean Valjean had not another word to say.\n\nCosette shrugged her shoulders.\n\n\u201cTo have the chairs carried off! The other day you had the fire put out. How odd you are!\u201d\n\n\u201cAdieu!\u201d murmured Jean Valjean.\n\nHe did not say: \u201cAdieu, Cosette", "narrative_information_pred": {}, "audio_path": "wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_39_hugo_64kb_27.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cA brief stay is no reason for remaining standing.\u201d", "start_byte": 3127748, "end_byte": 3127799, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 537.4649731445313, "cut_end_time": 540.5400356445313, "narration": {"text": "On the following day, he underwent something like a shock on entering the ground-floor room. The armchairs had disappeared. There was not a single chair of any sort.", "cut_start_time": 507.70501220703125, "cut_end_time": 517.2500747070312, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_39_hugo_64kb_28.flac"}, "context": "On the following day, he underwent something like a shock on entering the ground-floor room. The armchairs had disappeared. There was not a single chair of any sort.\n\n\u201cAh, what\u2019s this!\u201d exclaimed Cosette as she entered, \u201cno chairs! Where are the armchairs?\u201d\n\n\u201cThey are no longer here,\u201d replied Jean Valjean.\n\n\u201cThis is too much!\u201d\n\nJean Valjean stammered:\n\n\u201cIt was I who told Basque to remove them.\u201d\n\n\u201cAnd your reason?\u201d\n\n\u201cI have only a few minutes to stay to-day.\u201d\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cA brief stay is no reason for remaining standing.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\n\u201cI think that Basque needed the chairs for the drawing-room.\u201d\n\n\u201cWhy?\u201d\n\n\u201cYou have company this evening, no doubt.\u201d\n\n\u201cWe expect no one.\u201d\n\nJean Valjean had not another word to say.\n\nCosette shrugged her shoulders.\n\n\u201cTo have the chairs carried off! The other day you had the fire put out. How odd you are!\u201d\n\n\u201cAdieu!\u201d murmured Jean Valjean.\n\nHe did not say: \u201cAdieu, Cosette.\u201d But he had not the strength to say:", "narrative_information_pred": {}, "audio_path": "wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_39_hugo_64kb_28.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cI think that Basque needed the chairs for the drawing-room.\u201d", "start_byte": 3127801, "end_byte": 3127862, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 541.6750000000001, "cut_end_time": 544.32, "narration": {"text": "On the following day, he underwent something like a shock on entering the ground-floor room. The armchairs had disappeared. There was not a single chair of any sort.", "cut_start_time": 507.70501220703125, "cut_end_time": 517.2500747070312, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_39_hugo_64kb_29.flac"}, "context": "On the following day, he underwent something like a shock on entering the ground-floor room. The armchairs had disappeared. There was not a single chair of any sort.\n\n\u201cAh, what\u2019s this!\u201d exclaimed Cosette as she entered, \u201cno chairs! Where are the armchairs?\u201d\n\n\u201cThey are no longer here,\u201d replied Jean Valjean.\n\n\u201cThis is too much!\u201d\n\nJean Valjean stammered:\n\n\u201cIt was I who told Basque to remove them.\u201d\n\n\u201cAnd your reason?\u201d\n\n\u201cI have only a few minutes to stay to-day.\u201d\n\n\u201cA brief stay is no reason for remaining standing.\u201d\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cI think that Basque needed the chairs for the drawing-room.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\n\u201cWhy?\u201d\n\n\u201cYou have company this evening, no doubt.\u201d\n\n\u201cWe expect no one.\u201d\n\nJean Valjean had not another word to say.\n\nCosette shrugged her shoulders.\n\n\u201cTo have the chairs carried off! The other day you had the fire put out. How odd you are!\u201d\n\n\u201cAdieu!\u201d murmured Jean Valjean.\n\nHe did not say: \u201cAdieu, Cosette.\u201d But he had not the strength to say: \u201cAdieu, Madame.\u201d\n\nHe went away utterly overwhelmed.\n\nThis time he had understood.", "narrative_information_pred": {}, "audio_path": "wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_39_hugo_64kb_29.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cYou have company this evening, no doubt.\u201d", "start_byte": 3127872, "end_byte": 3127914, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 545.93498046875, "cut_end_time": 547.77010546875, "narration": {"text": "On the following day, he underwent something like a shock on entering the ground-floor room. The armchairs had disappeared. There was not a single chair of any sort.", "cut_start_time": 507.70501220703125, "cut_end_time": 517.2500747070312, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_39_hugo_64kb_30.flac"}, "context": "\u201cAh, what\u2019s this!\u201d exclaimed Cosette as she entered, \u201cno chairs! Where are the armchairs?\u201d\n\n\u201cThey are no longer here,\u201d replied Jean Valjean.\n\n\u201cThis is too much!\u201d\n\nJean Valjean stammered:\n\n\u201cIt was I who told Basque to remove them.\u201d\n\n\u201cAnd your reason?\u201d\n\n\u201cI have only a few minutes to stay to-day.\u201d\n\n\u201cA brief stay is no reason for remaining standing.\u201d\n\n\u201cI think that Basque needed the chairs for the drawing-room.\u201d\n\n\u201cWhy?\u201d\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cYou have company this evening, no doubt.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\n\u201cWe expect no one.\u201d\n\nJean Valjean had not another word to say.\n\nCosette shrugged her shoulders.\n\n\u201cTo have the chairs carried off! The other day you had the fire put out. How odd you are!\u201d\n\n\u201cAdieu!\u201d murmured Jean Valjean.\n\nHe did not say: \u201cAdieu, Cosette.\u201d But he had not the strength to say: \u201cAdieu, Madame.\u201d\n\nHe went away utterly overwhelmed.\n\nThis time he had understood.\n\nOn the following day he did not come. Cosette only observed the fact in the evening.", "narrative_information_pred": {}, "audio_path": "wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_39_hugo_64kb_30.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cWe expect no one.\u201d", "start_byte": 3127916, "end_byte": 3127935, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 548.1950170898438, "cut_end_time": 549.6900170898438, "narration": {"text": "On the following day, he underwent something like a shock on entering the ground-floor room. The armchairs had disappeared. There was not a single chair of any sort.", "cut_start_time": 507.70501220703125, "cut_end_time": 517.2500747070312, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_39_hugo_64kb_31.flac"}, "context": "\u201d exclaimed Cosette as she entered, \u201cno chairs! Where are the armchairs?\u201d\n\n\u201cThey are no longer here,\u201d replied Jean Valjean.\n\n\u201cThis is too much!\u201d\n\nJean Valjean stammered:\n\n\u201cIt was I who told Basque to remove them.\u201d\n\n\u201cAnd your reason?\u201d\n\n\u201cI have only a few minutes to stay to-day.\u201d\n\n\u201cA brief stay is no reason for remaining standing.\u201d\n\n\u201cI think that Basque needed the chairs for the drawing-room.\u201d\n\n\u201cWhy?\u201d\n\n\u201cYou have company this evening, no doubt.\u201d\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cWe expect no one.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\nJean Valjean had not another word to say.\n\nCosette shrugged her shoulders.\n\n\u201cTo have the chairs carried off! The other day you had the fire put out. How odd you are!\u201d\n\n\u201cAdieu!\u201d murmured Jean Valjean.\n\nHe did not say: \u201cAdieu, Cosette.\u201d But he had not the strength to say: \u201cAdieu, Madame.\u201d\n\nHe went away utterly overwhelmed.\n\nThis time he had understood.\n\nOn the following day he did not come. Cosette only observed the fact in the evening.", "narrative_information_pred": {}, "audio_path": "wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_39_hugo_64kb_31.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cTo have the chairs carried off! The other day you had the fire put out. How odd you are!\u201d", "start_byte": 3128013, "end_byte": 3128103, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 555.2749951171875, "cut_end_time": 560.4801201171875, "narration": {"text": "On the following day, he underwent something like a shock on entering the ground-floor room. The armchairs had disappeared. There was not a single chair of any sort.", "cut_start_time": 507.70501220703125, "cut_end_time": 517.2500747070312, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_39_hugo_64kb_32.flac"}, "context": "\u201d replied Jean Valjean.\n\n\u201cThis is too much!\u201d\n\nJean Valjean stammered:\n\n\u201cIt was I who told Basque to remove them.\u201d\n\n\u201cAnd your reason?\u201d\n\n\u201cI have only a few minutes to stay to-day.\u201d\n\n\u201cA brief stay is no reason for remaining standing.\u201d\n\n\u201cI think that Basque needed the chairs for the drawing-room.\u201d\n\n\u201cWhy?\u201d\n\n\u201cYou have company this evening, no doubt.\u201d\n\n\u201cWe expect no one.\u201d\n\nJean Valjean had not another word to say.\n\nCosette shrugged her shoulders.\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cTo have the chairs carried off! The other day you had the fire put out. How odd you are!\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\n\u201cAdieu!\u201d murmured Jean Valjean.\n\nHe did not say: \u201cAdieu, Cosette.\u201d But he had not the strength to say: \u201cAdieu, Madame.\u201d\n\nHe went away utterly overwhelmed.\n\nThis time he had understood.\n\nOn the following day he did not come. Cosette only observed the fact in the evening.\n\n\u201cWhy,\u201d said she, \u201cMonsieur Jean has not been here today.\u201d\n\nAnd she felt a slight twinge at her heart, but she hardly perceived it, being immediately diverted by a kiss from Marius.", "narrative_information_pred": {}, "audio_path": "wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_39_hugo_64kb_32.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cAdieu, Cosette.", "start_byte": 3128154, "end_byte": 3128170, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 565.3349853515625, "cut_end_time": 566.7201103515625, "narration": {"text": "On the following day, he underwent something like a shock on entering the ground-floor room. The armchairs had disappeared. There was not a single chair of any sort.", "cut_start_time": 507.70501220703125, "cut_end_time": 517.2500747070312, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_39_hugo_64kb_33.flac"}, "context": "\u201cI have only a few minutes to stay to-day.\u201d\n\n\u201cA brief stay is no reason for remaining standing.\u201d\n\n\u201cI think that Basque needed the chairs for the drawing-room.\u201d\n\n\u201cWhy?\u201d\n\n\u201cYou have company this evening, no doubt.\u201d\n\n\u201cWe expect no one.\u201d\n\nJean Valjean had not another word to say.\n\nCosette shrugged her shoulders.\n\n\u201cTo have the chairs carried off! The other day you had the fire put out. How odd you are!\u201d\n\n\u201cAdieu!\u201d murmured Jean Valjean.\n\nHe did not say: <|quote_start|>\u201cAdieu, Cosette.\u201d<|quote_end|> But he had not the strength to say: \u201cAdieu, Madame.\u201d\n\nHe went away utterly overwhelmed.\n\nThis time he had understood.\n\nOn the following day he did not come. Cosette only observed the fact in the evening.\n\n\u201cWhy,\u201d said she, \u201cMonsieur Jean has not been here today.\u201d\n\nAnd she felt a slight twinge at her heart, but she hardly perceived it, being immediately diverted by a kiss from Marius.\n\nOn the following day he did not come.\n\nCosette paid no heed to this, passed her evening and slept well that night, as usual, and thought of it only when she woke. She was so happy! She speedily despatched Nicolette to M. Jean\u2019s house to inquire whether he were ill, and why he had not come on the previous evening. Nicolette brought back the reply of M. Jean that he was not ill. He was busy. He would come soon. As soon as he was able. Moreover, he was on the point of taking a little journey. Madame must remember that it was his custom to take trips from time to time. They were not to worry about him. They were not to think of him.", "narrative_information_pred": {"say": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_39_hugo_64kb_33.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cAdieu, Madame.\u201d", "start_byte": 3128208, "end_byte": 3128224, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 569.66501953125, "cut_end_time": 570.76001953125, "narration": {"text": "On the following day, he underwent something like a shock on entering the ground-floor room. The armchairs had disappeared. 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Cosette only observed the fact in the evening.\n\n\u201cWhy,\u201d said she, \u201cMonsieur Jean has not been here today.\u201d\n\nAnd she felt a slight twinge at her heart, but she hardly perceived it, being immediately diverted by a kiss from Marius.\n\nOn the following day he did not come.\n\nCosette paid no heed to this, passed her evening and slept well that night, as usual, and thought of it only when she woke. She was so happy! She speedily despatched Nicolette to M. Jean\u2019s house to inquire whether he were ill, and why he had not come on the previous evening. Nicolette brought back the reply of M. Jean that he was not ill. He was busy. He would come soon. As soon as he was able. Moreover, he was on the point of taking a little journey. Madame must remember that it was his custom to take trips from time to time. They were not to worry about him. They were not to think of him.", "narrative_information_pred": {"say": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 9}}, "audio_path": "wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_39_hugo_64kb_34.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cMonsieur Jean has not been here today.\u201d", "start_byte": 3128394, "end_byte": 3128434, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 583.8150268554688, "cut_end_time": 585.9800268554687, "narration": {"text": "And she felt a slight twinge at her heart, but she hardly perceived it, being immediately diverted by a kiss from Marius.", "cut_start_time": 586.9749755859375, "cut_end_time": 593.2601005859375, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_39_hugo_64kb_35.flac"}, "context": "Cosette shrugged her shoulders.\n\n\u201cTo have the chairs carried off! The other day you had the fire put out. How odd you are!\u201d\n\n\u201cAdieu!\u201d murmured Jean Valjean.\n\nHe did not say: \u201cAdieu, Cosette.\u201d But he had not the strength to say: \u201cAdieu, Madame.\u201d\n\nHe went away utterly overwhelmed.\n\nThis time he had understood.\n\nOn the following day he did not come. Cosette only observed the fact in the evening.\n\n\u201cWhy,\u201d said she, <|quote_start|>\u201cMonsieur Jean has not been here today.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\nAnd she felt a slight twinge at her heart, but she hardly perceived it, being immediately diverted by a kiss from Marius.\n\nOn the following day he did not come.\n\nCosette paid no heed to this, passed her evening and slept well that night, as usual, and thought of it only when she woke. She was so happy! She speedily despatched Nicolette to M. Jean\u2019s house to inquire whether he were ill, and why he had not come on the previous evening. Nicolette brought back the reply of M. Jean that he was not ill. He was busy. He would come soon. As soon as he was able. Moreover, he was on the point of taking a little journey. Madame must remember that it was his custom to take trips from time to time. They were not to worry about him. They were not to think of him.", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_39_hugo_64kb_35.flac"}]}

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He believed at that moment that he had a grave duty to perform: the restitution of the six hundred thousand francs to some one whom he sought with all possible discretion. In the meanwhile, he abstained from touching that money.\n\nAs for Cosette, she had not been initiated into any of these secrets; but it would be harsh to condemn her also.\n\nThere existed between Marius and her an all-powerful magnetism, which caused her to do, instinctively and almost mechanically, what Marius wished. She was conscious of Marius\u2019 will in the direction of <|quote_start|>\u201cMonsieur Jean,\u201d<|quote_end|> she conformed to it. Her husband had not been obliged to say anything to her; she yielded to the vague but clear pressure of his tacit intentions, and obeyed blindly. Her obedience in this instance consisted in not remembering what Marius forgot. She was not obliged to make any effort to accomplish this. Without her knowing why herself, and without his having any cause to accuse her of it, her soul had become so wholly her husband\u2019s that that which was shrouded in gloom in Marius\u2019 mind became overcast in hers.", "narrative_information_pred": {"consisted": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 8}}, "audio_path": "wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_40_hugo_64kb_0.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cHe is absent, I think. Did not he say that he was setting out on a journey?", "start_byte": 3136680, "end_byte": 3136756, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 248.11499450683593, "cut_end_time": 252.38005700683593, "narration": {"text": "It sometimes happened that Cosette spoke of Jean Valjean and expressed her surprise. 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This breach, at first insensible, increases slowly, like all separations of branches. The boughs, without becoming detached from the trunk, grow away from it. It is no fault of theirs. Youth goes where there is joy, festivals, vivid lights, love. Old age goes towards the end. They do not lose sight of each other, but there is no longer a close connection. Young people feel the cooling off of life; old people, that of the tomb. Let us not blame these poor children.", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_40_hugo_64kb_3.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cBut you ate nothing yesterday, poor, dear man!\u201d", "start_byte": 3138961, "end_byte": 3139009, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 413.77498901367187, "cut_end_time": 416.4200515136719, "narration": {"text": "A week passed, and Jean Valjean had not taken a step in his room. He still remained in bed. The portress said to her husband: \u2014", "cut_start_time": 497.34499267578127, "cut_end_time": 506.49005517578127, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_40_hugo_64kb_4.flac"}, "context": "One day, Jean Valjean descended his staircase, took three steps in the street, seated himself on a post, on that same stone post where Gavroche had found him meditating on the night between the 5th and the 6th of June; he remained there a few moments, then went upstairs again. This was the last oscillation of the pendulum. On the following day he did not leave his apartment. On the day after that, he did not leave his bed.\n\nHis portress, who prepared his scanty repasts, a few cabbages or potatoes with bacon, glanced at the brown earthenware plate and exclaimed:\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cBut you ate nothing yesterday, poor, dear man!\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\n\u201cCertainly I did,\u201d replied Jean Valjean.\n\n\u201cThe plate is quite full.\u201d\n\n\u201cLook at the water jug. It is empty.\u201d\n\n\u201cThat proves that you have drunk; it does not prove that you have eaten.\u201d\n\n\u201cWell,\u201d said Jean Valjean, \u201cwhat if I felt hungry only for water?\u201d\n\n\u201cThat is called thirst, and, when one does not eat at the same time, it is called fever.\u201d\n\n\u201cI will eat to-morrow.\u201d\n\n\u201cOr at Trinity day. Why not to-day? Is it the thing to say: \u2018I will eat to-morrow\u2019? The idea of leaving my platter without even touching it! My lady-finger potatoes were so good!\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {"exclaimed": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_40_hugo_64kb_4.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cCertainly I did,", "start_byte": 3139011, "end_byte": 3139028, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 417.55498657226565, "cut_end_time": 418.70011157226566, "narration": {"text": "A week passed, and Jean Valjean had not taken a step in his room. He still remained in bed. The portress said to her husband: \u2014", "cut_start_time": 497.34499267578127, "cut_end_time": 506.49005517578127, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_40_hugo_64kb_5.flac"}, "context": "One day, Jean Valjean descended his staircase, took three steps in the street, seated himself on a post, on that same stone post where Gavroche had found him meditating on the night between the 5th and the 6th of June; he remained there a few moments, then went upstairs again. This was the last oscillation of the pendulum. On the following day he did not leave his apartment. On the day after that, he did not leave his bed.\n\nHis portress, who prepared his scanty repasts, a few cabbages or potatoes with bacon, glanced at the brown earthenware plate and exclaimed:\n\n\u201cBut you ate nothing yesterday, poor, dear man!\u201d\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cCertainly I did,\u201d<|quote_end|> replied Jean Valjean.\n\n\u201cThe plate is quite full.\u201d\n\n\u201cLook at the water jug. 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The portress said to her husband: \u2014", "cut_start_time": 497.34499267578127, "cut_end_time": 506.49005517578127, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_40_hugo_64kb_7.flac"}, "context": "One day, Jean Valjean descended his staircase, took three steps in the street, seated himself on a post, on that same stone post where Gavroche had found him meditating on the night between the 5th and the 6th of June; he remained there a few moments, then went upstairs again. This was the last oscillation of the pendulum. On the following day he did not leave his apartment. On the day after that, he did not leave his bed.\n\nHis portress, who prepared his scanty repasts, a few cabbages or potatoes with bacon, glanced at the brown earthenware plate and exclaimed:\n\n\u201cBut you ate nothing yesterday, poor, dear man!\u201d\n\n\u201cCertainly I did,\u201d replied Jean Valjean.\n\n\u201cThe plate is quite full.\u201d\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cLook at the water jug. 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This was the last oscillation of the pendulum. On the following day he did not leave his apartment. On the day after that, he did not leave his bed.\n\nHis portress, who prepared his scanty repasts, a few cabbages or potatoes with bacon, glanced at the brown earthenware plate and exclaimed:\n\n\u201cBut you ate nothing yesterday, poor, dear man!\u201d\n\n\u201cCertainly I did,\u201d replied Jean Valjean.\n\n\u201cThe plate is quite full.\u201d\n\n\u201cLook at the water jug. It is empty.\u201d\n\n\u201cThat proves that you have drunk; it does not prove that you have eaten.\u201d\n\n\u201cWell,\u201d said Jean Valjean, <|quote_start|>\u201cwhat if I felt hungry only for water?\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\n\u201cThat is called thirst, and, when one does not eat at the same time, it is called fever.\u201d\n\n\u201cI will eat to-morrow.\u201d\n\n\u201cOr at Trinity day. Why not to-day? Is it the thing to say: \u2018I will eat to-morrow\u2019? 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The idea of leaving my platter without even touching it! My lady-finger potatoes were so good!\u201d\n\nJean Valjean took the old woman\u2019s hand:\n\n\u201cI promise you that I will eat them,\u201d he said, in his benevolent voice.\n\n\u201cI am not pleased with you,\u201d replied the portress.\n\nJean Valjean saw no other human creature than this good woman. There are streets in Paris through which no one ever passes, and houses to which no one ever comes. He was in one of those streets and one of those houses.", "narrative_information_pred": {}, "audio_path": "wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_40_hugo_64kb_10.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cI will eat to-morrow.\u201d", "start_byte": 3139354, "end_byte": 3139377, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 443.5949914550782, "cut_end_time": 444.90011645507815, "narration": {"text": "A week passed, and Jean Valjean had not taken a step in his room. He still remained in bed. The portress said to her husband: \u2014", "cut_start_time": 497.34499267578127, "cut_end_time": 506.49005517578127, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_40_hugo_64kb_11.flac"}, "context": "His portress, who prepared his scanty repasts, a few cabbages or potatoes with bacon, glanced at the brown earthenware plate and exclaimed:\n\n\u201cBut you ate nothing yesterday, poor, dear man!\u201d\n\n\u201cCertainly I did,\u201d replied Jean Valjean.\n\n\u201cThe plate is quite full.\u201d\n\n\u201cLook at the water jug. It is empty.\u201d\n\n\u201cThat proves that you have drunk; it does not prove that you have eaten.\u201d\n\n\u201cWell,\u201d said Jean Valjean, \u201cwhat if I felt hungry only for water?\u201d\n\n\u201cThat is called thirst, and, when one does not eat at the same time, it is called fever.\u201d\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cI will eat to-morrow.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\n\u201cOr at Trinity day. Why not to-day? Is it the thing to say: \u2018I will eat to-morrow\u2019? The idea of leaving my platter without even touching it! My lady-finger potatoes were so good!\u201d\n\nJean Valjean took the old woman\u2019s hand:\n\n\u201cI promise you that I will eat them,\u201d he said, in his benevolent voice.\n\n\u201cI am not pleased with you,\u201d replied the portress.\n\nJean Valjean saw no other human creature than this good woman. There are streets in Paris through which no one ever passes, and houses to which no one ever comes. He was in one of those streets and one of those houses.", "narrative_information_pred": {}, "audio_path": "wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_40_hugo_64kb_11.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cOr at Trinity day. Why not to-day? Is it the thing to say: \u2018I will eat to-morrow\u2019? The idea of leaving my platter without even touching it! My lady-finger potatoes were so good!\u201d", "start_byte": 3139379, "end_byte": 3139558, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 445.89500610351564, "cut_end_time": 457.07000610351565, "narration": {"text": "A week passed, and Jean Valjean had not taken a step in his room. He still remained in bed. The portress said to her husband: \u2014", "cut_start_time": 497.34499267578127, "cut_end_time": 506.49005517578127, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_40_hugo_64kb_12.flac"}, "context": "\u201cBut you ate nothing yesterday, poor, dear man!\u201d\n\n\u201cCertainly I did,\u201d replied Jean Valjean.\n\n\u201cThe plate is quite full.\u201d\n\n\u201cLook at the water jug. It is empty.\u201d\n\n\u201cThat proves that you have drunk; it does not prove that you have eaten.\u201d\n\n\u201cWell,\u201d said Jean Valjean, \u201cwhat if I felt hungry only for water?\u201d\n\n\u201cThat is called thirst, and, when one does not eat at the same time, it is called fever.\u201d\n\n\u201cI will eat to-morrow.\u201d\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cOr at Trinity day. Why not to-day? Is it the thing to say: \u2018I will eat to-morrow\u2019? The idea of leaving my platter without even touching it! My lady-finger potatoes were so good!\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\nJean Valjean took the old woman\u2019s hand:\n\n\u201cI promise you that I will eat them,\u201d he said, in his benevolent voice.\n\n\u201cI am not pleased with you,\u201d replied the portress.\n\nJean Valjean saw no other human creature than this good woman. There are streets in Paris through which no one ever passes, and houses to which no one ever comes. He was in one of those streets and one of those houses.\n\nWhile he still went out, he had purchased of a coppersmith, for a few sous, a little copper crucifix which he had hung up on a nail opposite his bed. That gibbet is always good to look at.", "narrative_information_pred": {}, "audio_path": "wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_40_hugo_64kb_12.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cI promise you that I will eat them,", "start_byte": 3139601, "end_byte": 3139637, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 460.89500610351564, "cut_end_time": 462.6600061035156, "narration": {"text": "A week passed, and Jean Valjean had not taken a step in his room. He still remained in bed. The portress said to her husband: \u2014", "cut_start_time": 497.34499267578127, "cut_end_time": 506.49005517578127, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_40_hugo_64kb_13.flac"}, "context": "\u201cWell,\u201d said Jean Valjean, \u201cwhat if I felt hungry only for water?\u201d\n\n\u201cThat is called thirst, and, when one does not eat at the same time, it is called fever.\u201d\n\n\u201cI will eat to-morrow.\u201d\n\n\u201cOr at Trinity day. Why not to-day? Is it the thing to say: \u2018I will eat to-morrow\u2019? The idea of leaving my platter without even touching it! My lady-finger potatoes were so good!\u201d\n\nJean Valjean took the old woman\u2019s hand:\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cI promise you that I will eat them,\u201d<|quote_end|> he said, in his benevolent voice.\n\n\u201cI am not pleased with you,\u201d replied the portress.\n\nJean Valjean saw no other human creature than this good woman. There are streets in Paris through which no one ever passes, and houses to which no one ever comes. He was in one of those streets and one of those houses.\n\nWhile he still went out, he had purchased of a coppersmith, for a few sous, a little copper crucifix which he had hung up on a nail opposite his bed. That gibbet is always good to look at.", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}, "benevolent": {"id": "1", "type": "adjective", "confidence": 9}}, "audio_path": "wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_40_hugo_64kb_13.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cI am not pleased with you,", "start_byte": 3139674, "end_byte": 3139701, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 465.21500488281254, "cut_end_time": 466.90000488281254, "narration": {"text": "A week passed, and Jean Valjean had not taken a step in his room. He still remained in bed. 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He was in one of those streets and one of those houses.\n\nWhile he still went out, he had purchased of a coppersmith, for a few sous, a little copper crucifix which he had hung up on a nail opposite his bed. That gibbet is always good to look at.\n\nA week passed, and Jean Valjean had not taken a step in his room. He still remained in bed. The portress said to her husband: \u2014", "narrative_information_pred": {"replied": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_40_hugo_64kb_14.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cThe good man upstairs yonder does not get up, he no longer eats, he will not last long. That man has his sorrows, that he has. You won\u2019t get it out of my head that his daughter has made a bad marriage.\u201d", "start_byte": 3140264, "end_byte": 3140467, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 507.0049926757813, "cut_end_time": 520.3501176757812, "narration": {"text": "A week passed, and Jean Valjean had not taken a step in his room. He still remained in bed. The portress said to her husband: \u2014", "cut_start_time": 497.34499267578127, "cut_end_time": 506.49005517578127, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_40_hugo_64kb_15.flac"}, "context": "Jean Valjean saw no other human creature than this good woman. There are streets in Paris through which no one ever passes, and houses to which no one ever comes. He was in one of those streets and one of those houses.\n\nWhile he still went out, he had purchased of a coppersmith, for a few sous, a little copper crucifix which he had hung up on a nail opposite his bed. That gibbet is always good to look at.\n\nA week passed, and Jean Valjean had not taken a step in his room. He still remained in bed. The portress said to her husband: \u2014 <|quote_start|>\u201cThe good man upstairs yonder does not get up, he no longer eats, he will not last long. That man has his sorrows, that he has. 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He\u2019s as white as a chicken.\u201d\n\nShe caught sight of the doctor of the quarter as he passed the end of the street; she took it upon herself to request him to come upstairs.\n\n\u201cIt\u2019s on the second floor", "narrative_information_pred": {"replied": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_40_hugo_64kb_16.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cAnd if he has one?\u201d", "start_byte": 3140640, "end_byte": 3140660, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 533.4050268554688, "cut_end_time": 534.4700893554688, "narration": {"text": "A week passed, and Jean Valjean had not taken a step in his room. He still remained in bed. The portress said to her husband: \u2014", "cut_start_time": 497.34499267578127, "cut_end_time": 506.49005517578127, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_40_hugo_64kb_17.flac"}, "context": "A week passed, and Jean Valjean had not taken a step in his room. He still remained in bed. The portress said to her husband: \u2014 \u201cThe good man upstairs yonder does not get up, he no longer eats, he will not last long. That man has his sorrows, that he has. You won\u2019t get it out of my head that his daughter has made a bad marriage.\u201d\n\nThe porter replied, with the tone of marital sovereignty:\n\n\u201cIf he\u2019s rich, let him have a doctor. If he is not rich, let him go without. If he has no doctor he will die.\u201d\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cAnd if he has one?\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\n\u201cHe will die,\u201d said the porter.\n\nThe portress set to scraping away the grass from what she called her pavement, with an old knife, and, as she tore out the blades, she grumbled:\n\n\u201cIt\u2019s a shame. Such a neat old man! He\u2019s as white as a chicken.\u201d\n\nShe caught sight of the doctor of the quarter as he passed the end of the street; she took it upon herself to request him to come upstairs.\n\n\u201cIt\u2019s on the second floor,\u201d said she.", "narrative_information_pred": {}, "audio_path": "wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_40_hugo_64kb_17.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cIt\u2019s a shame. Such a neat old man! He\u2019s as white as a chicken.\u201d", "start_byte": 3140841, "end_byte": 3140905, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 547.4050122070313, "cut_end_time": 551.0800122070312, "narration": {"text": "She caught sight of the doctor of the quarter as he passed the end of the street; she took it upon herself to request him to come upstairs.", "cut_start_time": 554.3649731445313, "cut_end_time": 561.6300981445313, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_40_hugo_64kb_18.flac"}, "context": "\u201cThe good man upstairs yonder does not get up, he no longer eats, he will not last long. That man has his sorrows, that he has. You won\u2019t get it out of my head that his daughter has made a bad marriage.\u201d\n\nThe porter replied, with the tone of marital sovereignty:\n\n\u201cIf he\u2019s rich, let him have a doctor. If he is not rich, let him go without. If he has no doctor he will die.\u201d\n\n\u201cAnd if he has one?\u201d\n\n\u201cHe will die,\u201d said the porter.\n\nThe portress set to scraping away the grass from what she called her pavement, with an old knife, and, as she tore out the blades, she grumbled:\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cIt\u2019s a shame. Such a neat old man! He\u2019s as white as a chicken.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\nShe caught sight of the doctor of the quarter as he passed the end of the street; she took it upon herself to request him to come upstairs.\n\n\u201cIt\u2019s on the second floor,\u201d said she. \u201cYou have only to enter. As the good man no longer stirs from his bed, the door is always unlocked.\u201d\n\nThe doctor saw Jean Valjean and spoke with him.\n\nWhen he came down again the portress interrogated him:\n\n\u201cWell, doctor?\u201d\n\n\u201cYour sick man is very ill indeed.\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {"grumbled": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_40_hugo_64kb_18.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cIt\u2019s on the second floor,", "start_byte": 3141048, "end_byte": 3141074, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 562.5250170898438, "cut_end_time": 563.8600795898437, "narration": {"text": "She caught sight of the doctor of the quarter as he passed the end of the street; she took it upon herself to request him to come upstairs.", "cut_start_time": 554.3649731445313, "cut_end_time": 561.6300981445313, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_40_hugo_64kb_19.flac"}, "context": "\u201cIf he\u2019s rich, let him have a doctor. 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As the good man no longer stirs from his bed, the door is always unlocked.\u201d", "start_byte": 3141086, "end_byte": 3141186, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 564.214990234375, "cut_end_time": 569.8201152343751, "narration": {"text": "She caught sight of the doctor of the quarter as he passed the end of the street; she took it upon herself to request him to come upstairs.", "cut_start_time": 554.3649731445313, "cut_end_time": 561.6300981445313, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_40_hugo_64kb_20.flac"}, "context": "\u201cHe will die,\u201d said the porter.\n\nThe portress set to scraping away the grass from what she called her pavement, with an old knife, and, as she tore out the blades, she grumbled:\n\n\u201cIt\u2019s a shame. Such a neat old man! 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People die of that.\u201d", "start_byte": 3141379, "end_byte": 3141502, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 584.8349755859375, "cut_end_time": 592.5901005859375, "narration": {"text": "CHAPTER III \u2014 A PEN IS HEAVY TO THE MAN WHO LIFTED THE FAUCHELEVENT\u2019S CART", "cut_start_time": 607.5050048828125, "cut_end_time": 611.8600673828125, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_40_hugo_64kb_23.flac"}, "context": "She caught sight of the doctor of the quarter as he passed the end of the street; she took it upon herself to request him to come upstairs.\n\n\u201cIt\u2019s on the second floor,\u201d said she. \u201cYou have only to enter. 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As the good man no longer stirs from his bed, the door is always unlocked.\u201d\n\nThe doctor saw Jean Valjean and spoke with him.\n\nWhen he came down again the portress interrogated him:\n\n\u201cWell, doctor?\u201d\n\n\u201cYour sick man is very ill indeed.\u201d\n\n\u201cWhat is the matter with him?\u201d\n\n\u201cEverything and nothing. He is a man who, to all appearances, has lost some person who is dear to him. 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As the good man no longer stirs from his bed, the door is always unlocked.\u201d\n\nThe doctor saw Jean Valjean and spoke with him.\n\nWhen he came down again the portress interrogated him:\n\n\u201cWell, doctor?\u201d\n\n\u201cYour sick man is very ill indeed.\u201d\n\n\u201cWhat is the matter with him?\u201d\n\n\u201cEverything and nothing. He is a man who, to all appearances, has lost some person who is dear to him. 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He was obliged to pause many times while dressing himself; merely putting his arms through his waistcoat made the perspiration trickle from his forehead.", "narrative_information_pred": {}, "audio_path": "wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_40_hugo_64kb_26.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cBut some one else besides must come.\u201d", "start_byte": 3141633, "end_byte": 3141671, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 602.59498046875, "cut_end_time": 606.27010546875, "narration": {"text": "CHAPTER III \u2014 A PEN IS HEAVY TO THE MAN WHO LIFTED THE FAUCHELEVENT\u2019S CART", "cut_start_time": 607.5050048828125, "cut_end_time": 611.8600673828125, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_40_hugo_64kb_27.flac"}, "context": "The doctor saw Jean Valjean and spoke with him.\n\nWhen he came down again the portress interrogated him:\n\n\u201cWell, doctor?\u201d\n\n\u201cYour sick man is very ill indeed.\u201d\n\n\u201cWhat is the matter with him?\u201d\n\n\u201cEverything and nothing. He is a man who, to all appearances, has lost some person who is dear to him. People die of that.\u201d\n\n\u201cWhat did he say to you?\u201d\n\n\u201cHe told me that he was in good health.\u201d\n\n\u201cShall you come again, doctor?\u201d\n\n\u201cYes,\u201d replied the doctor. <|quote_start|>\u201cBut some one else besides must come.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\nCHAPTER III \u2014 A PEN IS HEAVY TO THE MAN WHO LIFTED THE FAUCHELEVENT\u2019S CART\n\nOne evening Jean Valjean found difficulty in raising himself on his elbow; he felt of his wrist and could not find his pulse; his breath was short and halted at times; he recognized the fact that he was weaker than he had ever been before. Then, no doubt under the pressure of some supreme preoccupation, he made an effort, drew himself up into a sitting posture and dressed himself. He put on his old workingman\u2019s clothes. As he no longer went out, he had returned to them and preferred them. 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Imagine, Monsieur Pontmercy, at the very moment when you entered, I was saying to myself: \u2018All is over. Here is her little gown, I am a miserable man, I shall never see Cosette again,\u2019 and I was saying that at the very moment when you were mounting the stairs. Was not I an idiot? Just see how idiotic one can be! One reckons without the good God. The good God says:", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_42_hugo_64kb_3.flac"}, {"text": "\u201c\u2018You fancy that you are about to be abandoned, stupid! No. No, things will not go so. Come, there is a good man yonder who is in need of an angel.\u2019 And the angel comes, and one sees one\u2019s Cosette again! and one sees one\u2019s little Cosette once more! Ah! 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Let me call her thou, Monsieur Pontmercy. It will not be for long.\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {}, "audio_path": "wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_42_hugo_64kb_4.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cSo you are here! Monsieur Pontmercy, you pardon me!", "start_byte": 3190356, "end_byte": 3190408, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 259.15499389648437, "cut_end_time": 262.5701188964844, "narration": {"text": "At that word which Jean Valjean had just uttered once more, all that was swelling Marius\u2019 heart found vent.", "cut_start_time": 267.2150073242188, "cut_end_time": 273.26006982421876, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_42_hugo_64kb_5.flac"}, "context": "\u201cHow wicked of you to have left us like that! Where did you go? Why have you stayed away so long? Formerly your journeys only lasted three or four days. I sent Nicolette, the answer always was: \u2018He is absent.\u2019 How long have you been back? Why did you not let us know? Do you know that you are very much changed? Ah! what a naughty father! he has been ill, and we have not known it! Stay, Marius, feel how cold his hand is!\u201d\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cSo you are here! Monsieur Pontmercy, you pardon me!\u201d<|quote_end|> repeated Jean Valjean.\n\nAt that word which Jean Valjean had just uttered once more, all that was swelling Marius\u2019 heart found vent.\n\nHe burst forth:\n\n\u201cCosette, do you hear? he has come to that! he asks my forgiveness! And do you know what he has done for me, Cosette? He has saved my life. He has done more \u2014 he has given you to me. And after having saved me, and after having given you to me, Cosette, what has he done with himself? He has sacrificed himself. Behold the man. And he says to me the ingrate, to me the forgetful, to me the pitiless, to me the guilty one: Thanks! Cosette, my whole life passed at the feet of this man would be too little. That barricade, that sewer, that furnace, that cesspool, \u2014 all that he traversed for me, for thee, Cosette! He carried me away through all the deaths which he put aside before me, and accepted for himself. Every courage, every virtue, every heroism, every sanctity he possesses! Cosette, that man is an angel!\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {"repeated": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_42_hugo_64kb_5.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cWhy tell all that?\u201d", "start_byte": 3191424, "end_byte": 3191444, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 339.99499633789065, "cut_end_time": 341.1201213378906, "narration": {"text": "At that word which Jean Valjean had just uttered once more, all that was swelling Marius\u2019 heart found vent.", "cut_start_time": 267.2150073242188, "cut_end_time": 273.26006982421876, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_42_hugo_64kb_6.flac"}, "context": "\u201cCosette, do you hear? he has come to that! he asks my forgiveness! And do you know what he has done for me, Cosette? He has saved my life. He has done more \u2014 he has given you to me. And after having saved me, and after having given you to me, Cosette, what has he done with himself? He has sacrificed himself. Behold the man. And he says to me the ingrate, to me the forgetful, to me the pitiless, to me the guilty one: Thanks! Cosette, my whole life passed at the feet of this man would be too little. That barricade, that sewer, that furnace, that cesspool, \u2014 all that he traversed for me, for thee, Cosette! He carried me away through all the deaths which he put aside before me, and accepted for himself. Every courage, every virtue, every heroism, every sanctity he possesses! Cosette, that man is an angel!\u201d\n\n\u201cHush! hush!\u201d said Jean Valjean in a low voice. <|quote_start|>\u201cWhy tell all that?\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\n\u201cBut you!\u201d cried Marius with a wrath in which there was veneration, \u201cwhy did you not tell it to me? It is your own fault, too. You save people\u2019s lives, and you conceal it from them! You do more, under the pretext of unmasking yourself, you calumniate yourself. It is frightful.\u201d\n\n\u201cI told the truth,\u201d replied Jean Valjean.\n\n\u201cNo,\u201d retorted Marius, \u201cthe truth is the whole truth; and that you did not tell. You were Monsieur Madeleine, why not have said so? You saved Javert, why not have said so? I owed my life to you, why not have said so?\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {"in": {"id": "1", "type": "preposition", "confidence": 7}, "a": {"id": "1", "type": "article", "confidence": 7}, "low": {"id": "1", "type": "adjective", "confidence": 9}, "voice": {"id": "1", "type": "noun", "confidence": 9}}, "audio_path": "wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_42_hugo_64kb_6.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cwhy did you not tell it to me? It is your own fault, too. You save people\u2019s lives, and you conceal it from them! You do more, under the pretext of unmasking yourself, you calumniate yourself. It is frightful.\u201d", "start_byte": 3191514, "end_byte": 3191724, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 346.3450085449219, "cut_end_time": 358.7900085449219, "narration": {"text": "And she laughingly made a movement to lift the old man in her arms.", "cut_start_time": 451.23499633789066, "cut_end_time": 454.65012133789065, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_42_hugo_64kb_7.flac"}, "context": "\u201cCosette, do you hear? he has come to that! he asks my forgiveness! And do you know what he has done for me, Cosette? He has saved my life. He has done more \u2014 he has given you to me. And after having saved me, and after having given you to me, Cosette, what has he done with himself? He has sacrificed himself. Behold the man. And he says to me the ingrate, to me the forgetful, to me the pitiless, to me the guilty one: Thanks! Cosette, my whole life passed at the feet of this man would be too little. That barricade, that sewer, that furnace, that cesspool, \u2014 all that he traversed for me, for thee, Cosette! He carried me away through all the deaths which he put aside before me, and accepted for himself. Every courage, every virtue, every heroism, every sanctity he possesses! Cosette, that man is an angel!\u201d\n\n\u201cHush! hush!\u201d said Jean Valjean in a low voice. \u201cWhy tell all that?\u201d\n\n\u201cBut you!\u201d cried Marius with a wrath in which there was veneration, <|quote_start|>\u201cwhy did you not tell it to me? It is your own fault, too. You save people\u2019s lives, and you conceal it from them! You do more, under the pretext of unmasking yourself, you calumniate yourself. It is frightful.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\n\u201cI told the truth,\u201d replied Jean Valjean.\n\n\u201cNo,\u201d retorted Marius, \u201cthe truth is the whole truth; and that you did not tell. You were Monsieur Madeleine, why not have said so? You saved Javert, why not have said so? I owed my life to you, why not have said so?\u201d\n\n\u201cBecause I thought as you do. I thought that you were in the right. It was necessary that I should go away. If you had known about that affair, of the sewer, you would have made me remain near you. I was therefore forced to hold my peace. If I had spoken, it would have caused embarrassment in every way.\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {"cried": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_42_hugo_64kb_7.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cI told the truth,", "start_byte": 3191726, "end_byte": 3191744, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 359.8449853515625, "cut_end_time": 361.07004785156255, "narration": {"text": "And she laughingly made a movement to lift the old man in her arms.", "cut_start_time": 451.23499633789066, "cut_end_time": 454.65012133789065, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_42_hugo_64kb_8.flac"}, "context": "\u201cCosette, do you hear? he has come to that! he asks my forgiveness! And do you know what he has done for me, Cosette? He has saved my life. He has done more \u2014 he has given you to me. And after having saved me, and after having given you to me, Cosette, what has he done with himself? He has sacrificed himself. Behold the man. And he says to me the ingrate, to me the forgetful, to me the pitiless, to me the guilty one: Thanks! Cosette, my whole life passed at the feet of this man would be too little. That barricade, that sewer, that furnace, that cesspool, \u2014 all that he traversed for me, for thee, Cosette! He carried me away through all the deaths which he put aside before me, and accepted for himself. Every courage, every virtue, every heroism, every sanctity he possesses! Cosette, that man is an angel!\u201d\n\n\u201cHush! hush!\u201d said Jean Valjean in a low voice. \u201cWhy tell all that?\u201d\n\n\u201cBut you!\u201d cried Marius with a wrath in which there was veneration, \u201cwhy did you not tell it to me? It is your own fault, too. You save people\u2019s lives, and you conceal it from them! You do more, under the pretext of unmasking yourself, you calumniate yourself. It is frightful.\u201d\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cI told the truth,\u201d<|quote_end|> replied Jean Valjean.\n\n\u201cNo,\u201d retorted Marius, \u201cthe truth is the whole truth; and that you did not tell. You were Monsieur Madeleine, why not have said so? You saved Javert, why not have said so? I owed my life to you, why not have said so?\u201d\n\n\u201cBecause I thought as you do. I thought that you were in the right. It was necessary that I should go away. If you had known about that affair, of the sewer, you would have made me remain near you. I was therefore forced to hold my peace. If I had spoken, it would have caused embarrassment in every way.\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {"replied": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_42_hugo_64kb_8.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cthe truth is the whole truth; and that you did not tell. You were Monsieur Madeleine, why not have said so? You saved Javert, why not have said so? I owed my life to you, why not have said so?\u201d", "start_byte": 3191792, "end_byte": 3191986, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 364.60499755859377, "cut_end_time": 378.8500600585938, "narration": {"text": "And she laughingly made a movement to lift the old man in her arms.", "cut_start_time": 451.23499633789066, "cut_end_time": 454.65012133789065, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_42_hugo_64kb_9.flac"}, "context": "\u201cHush! hush!\u201d said Jean Valjean in a low voice. \u201cWhy tell all that?\u201d\n\n\u201cBut you!\u201d cried Marius with a wrath in which there was veneration, \u201cwhy did you not tell it to me? It is your own fault, too. You save people\u2019s lives, and you conceal it from them! You do more, under the pretext of unmasking yourself, you calumniate yourself. It is frightful.\u201d\n\n\u201cI told the truth,\u201d replied Jean Valjean.\n\n\u201cNo,\u201d retorted Marius, <|quote_start|>\u201cthe truth is the whole truth; and that you did not tell. You were Monsieur Madeleine, why not have said so? You saved Javert, why not have said so? I owed my life to you, why not have said so?\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\n\u201cBecause I thought as you do. I thought that you were in the right. It was necessary that I should go away. If you had known about that affair, of the sewer, you would have made me remain near you. I was therefore forced to hold my peace. If I had spoken, it would have caused embarrassment in every way.\u201d\n\n\u201cIt would have embarrassed what? embarrassed whom?\u201d retorted Marius. \u201cDo you think that you are going to stay here? We shall carry you off. Ah! good heavens! when I reflect that it was by an accident that I have learned all this. You form a part of ourselves. You are her father, and mine. You shall not pass another day in this dreadful house. Do not imagine that you will be here to-morrow.\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {"retorted": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_42_hugo_64kb_9.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cBecause I thought as you do. I thought that you were in the right. It was necessary that I should go away. If you had known about that affair, of the sewer, you would have made me remain near you. I was therefore forced to hold my peace. If I had spoken, it would have caused embarrassment in every way.\u201d", "start_byte": 3191988, "end_byte": 3192293, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 380.18499267578125, "cut_end_time": 397.8001176757813, "narration": {"text": "And she laughingly made a movement to lift the old man in her arms.", "cut_start_time": 451.23499633789066, "cut_end_time": 454.65012133789065, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_42_hugo_64kb_10.flac"}, "context": "\u201cwhy did you not tell it to me? It is your own fault, too. You save people\u2019s lives, and you conceal it from them! You do more, under the pretext of unmasking yourself, you calumniate yourself. It is frightful.\u201d\n\n\u201cI told the truth,\u201d replied Jean Valjean.\n\n\u201cNo,\u201d retorted Marius, \u201cthe truth is the whole truth; and that you did not tell. You were Monsieur Madeleine, why not have said so? You saved Javert, why not have said so? I owed my life to you, why not have said so?\u201d\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cBecause I thought as you do. I thought that you were in the right. It was necessary that I should go away. If you had known about that affair, of the sewer, you would have made me remain near you. I was therefore forced to hold my peace. If I had spoken, it would have caused embarrassment in every way.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\n\u201cIt would have embarrassed what? embarrassed whom?\u201d retorted Marius. \u201cDo you think that you are going to stay here? We shall carry you off. Ah! good heavens! when I reflect that it was by an accident that I have learned all this. You form a part of ourselves. You are her father, and mine. You shall not pass another day in this dreadful house. Do not imagine that you will be here to-morrow.\u201d\n\n\u201cTo-morrow,\u201d said Jean Valjean,", "narrative_information_pred": {}, "audio_path": "wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_42_hugo_64kb_10.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cIt would have embarrassed what? embarrassed whom?", "start_byte": 3192295, "end_byte": 3192345, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 399.15501464843754, "cut_end_time": 401.6600771484375, "narration": {"text": "And she laughingly made a movement to lift the old man in her arms.", "cut_start_time": 451.23499633789066, "cut_end_time": 454.65012133789065, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_42_hugo_64kb_11.flac"}, "context": "\u201cthe truth is the whole truth; and that you did not tell. You were Monsieur Madeleine, why not have said so? You saved Javert, why not have said so? I owed my life to you, why not have said so?\u201d\n\n\u201cBecause I thought as you do. I thought that you were in the right. It was necessary that I should go away. If you had known about that affair, of the sewer, you would have made me remain near you. I was therefore forced to hold my peace. If I had spoken, it would have caused embarrassment in every way.\u201d\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cIt would have embarrassed what? embarrassed whom?\u201d<|quote_end|> retorted Marius. \u201cDo you think that you are going to stay here? We shall carry you off. Ah! good heavens! when I reflect that it was by an accident that I have learned all this. You form a part of ourselves. You are her father, and mine. You shall not pass another day in this dreadful house. Do not imagine that you will be here to-morrow.\u201d\n\n\u201cTo-morrow,\u201d said Jean Valjean, \u201cI shall not be here, but I shall not be with you.\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {"retorted": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_42_hugo_64kb_11.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cI shall not be here, but I shall not be with you.\u201d", "start_byte": 3192722, "end_byte": 3192773, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 426.2750122070313, "cut_end_time": 428.9100747070313, "narration": {"text": "And she laughingly made a movement to lift the old man in her arms.", "cut_start_time": 451.23499633789066, "cut_end_time": 454.65012133789065, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_42_hugo_64kb_12.flac"}, "context": "\u201cIt would have embarrassed what? embarrassed whom?\u201d retorted Marius. \u201cDo you think that you are going to stay here? We shall carry you off. Ah! good heavens! when I reflect that it was by an accident that I have learned all this. You form a part of ourselves. You are her father, and mine. You shall not pass another day in this dreadful house. Do not imagine that you will be here to-morrow.\u201d\n\n\u201cTo-morrow,\u201d said Jean Valjean, <|quote_start|>\u201cI shall not be here, but I shall not be with you.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\n\u201cWhat do you mean?\u201d replied Marius. \u201cAh! come now, we are not going to permit any more journeys. You shall never leave us again. You belong to us. We shall not loose our hold of you.\u201d\n\n\u201cThis time it is for good,\u201d added Cosette. \u201cWe have a carriage at the door. I shall run away with you. If necessary, I shall employ force.\u201d\n\nAnd she laughingly made a movement to lift the old man in her arms.\n\n\u201cYour chamber still stands ready in our house", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_42_hugo_64kb_12.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cAh! come now, we are not going to permit any more journeys. You shall never leave us again. You belong to us. We shall not loose our hold of you.\u201d", "start_byte": 3192811, "end_byte": 3192958, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 431.995, "cut_end_time": 440.8200625, "narration": {"text": "And she laughingly made a movement to lift the old man in her arms.", "cut_start_time": 451.23499633789066, "cut_end_time": 454.65012133789065, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_42_hugo_64kb_13.flac"}, "context": "\u201cDo you think that you are going to stay here? We shall carry you off. Ah! good heavens! when I reflect that it was by an accident that I have learned all this. You form a part of ourselves. You are her father, and mine. You shall not pass another day in this dreadful house. Do not imagine that you will be here to-morrow.\u201d\n\n\u201cTo-morrow,\u201d said Jean Valjean, \u201cI shall not be here, but I shall not be with you.\u201d\n\n\u201cWhat do you mean?\u201d replied Marius. <|quote_start|>\u201cAh! come now, we are not going to permit any more journeys. You shall never leave us again. You belong to us. We shall not loose our hold of you.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\n\u201cThis time it is for good,\u201d added Cosette. \u201cWe have a carriage at the door. I shall run away with you. If necessary, I shall employ force.\u201d\n\nAnd she laughingly made a movement to lift the old man in her arms.\n\n\u201cYour chamber still stands ready in our house,\u201d she went on. \u201cIf you only knew how pretty the garden is now! The azaleas are doing very well there. The walks are sanded with river sand; there are tiny violet shells. You shall eat my strawberries. I water them myself. And no more \u2018madame,\u2019 no more \u2018Monsieur Jean,\u2019 we are living under a Republic, everybody says thou, don\u2019t they, Marius? The programme is changed. If you only knew, father, I have had a sorrow, there was a robin redbreast which had made her nest in a hole in the wall, and a horrible cat ate her. My poor, pretty, little robin red-breast which used to put her head out of her window and look at me! I cried over it. I should have liked to kill the cat. But now nobody cries any more. Everybody laughs, everybody is happy. You are going to come with us. How delighted grandfather will be! You shall have your plot in the garden, you shall cultivate it, and we shall see whether your strawberries are as fine as mine. And, then, I shall do everything that you wish, and then, you will obey me prettily.\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {}, "audio_path": "wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_42_hugo_64kb_13.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cThis time it is for good,", "start_byte": 3192960, "end_byte": 3192986, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 441.93500244140625, "cut_end_time": 443.62000244140626, "narration": {"text": "And she laughingly made a movement to lift the old man in her arms.", "cut_start_time": 451.23499633789066, "cut_end_time": 454.65012133789065, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_42_hugo_64kb_14.flac"}, "context": "\u201cDo you think that you are going to stay here? We shall carry you off. Ah! good heavens! when I reflect that it was by an accident that I have learned all this. You form a part of ourselves. You are her father, and mine. You shall not pass another day in this dreadful house. Do not imagine that you will be here to-morrow.\u201d\n\n\u201cTo-morrow,\u201d said Jean Valjean, \u201cI shall not be here, but I shall not be with you.\u201d\n\n\u201cWhat do you mean?\u201d replied Marius. \u201cAh! come now, we are not going to permit any more journeys. You shall never leave us again. You belong to us. We shall not loose our hold of you.\u201d\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cThis time it is for good,\u201d<|quote_end|> added Cosette. \u201cWe have a carriage at the door. I shall run away with you. If necessary, I shall employ force.\u201d\n\nAnd she laughingly made a movement to lift the old man in her arms.\n\n\u201cYour chamber still stands ready in our house,\u201d she went on. \u201cIf you only knew how pretty the garden is now! The azaleas are doing very well there. The walks are sanded with river sand; there are tiny violet shells. You shall eat my strawberries. I water them myself. And no more \u2018madame,\u2019 no more \u2018Monsieur Jean,\u2019 we are living under a Republic, everybody says thou, don\u2019t they, Marius? The programme is changed. If you only knew, father, I have had a sorrow, there was a robin redbreast which had made her nest in a hole in the wall, and a horrible cat ate her. My poor, pretty, little robin red-breast which used to put her head out of her window and look at me! I cried over it. I should have liked to kill the cat. But now nobody cries any more. Everybody laughs, everybody is happy. You are going to come with us. How delighted grandfather will be! You shall have your plot in the garden, you shall cultivate it, and we shall see whether your strawberries are as fine as mine. And, then, I shall do everything that you wish, and then, you will obey me prettily.\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {"added": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_42_hugo_64kb_14.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cWe have a carriage at the door. I shall run away with you. If necessary, I shall employ force.\u201d", "start_byte": 3193003, "end_byte": 3193099, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 445.04498779296875, "cut_end_time": 450.4700502929688, "narration": {"text": "And she laughingly made a movement to lift the old man in her arms.", "cut_start_time": 451.23499633789066, "cut_end_time": 454.65012133789065, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_42_hugo_64kb_15.flac"}, "context": "\u201cDo you think that you are going to stay here? We shall carry you off. Ah! good heavens! when I reflect that it was by an accident that I have learned all this. You form a part of ourselves. You are her father, and mine. You shall not pass another day in this dreadful house. Do not imagine that you will be here to-morrow.\u201d\n\n\u201cTo-morrow,\u201d said Jean Valjean, \u201cI shall not be here, but I shall not be with you.\u201d\n\n\u201cWhat do you mean?\u201d replied Marius. \u201cAh! come now, we are not going to permit any more journeys. You shall never leave us again. You belong to us. We shall not loose our hold of you.\u201d\n\n\u201cThis time it is for good,\u201d added Cosette. <|quote_start|>\u201cWe have a carriage at the door. I shall run away with you. If necessary, I shall employ force.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\nAnd she laughingly made a movement to lift the old man in her arms.\n\n\u201cYour chamber still stands ready in our house,\u201d she went on. \u201cIf you only knew how pretty the garden is now! The azaleas are doing very well there. The walks are sanded with river sand; there are tiny violet shells. You shall eat my strawberries. I water them myself. And no more \u2018madame,\u2019 no more \u2018Monsieur Jean,\u2019 we are living under a Republic, everybody says thou, don\u2019t they, Marius? The programme is changed. If you only knew, father, I have had a sorrow, there was a robin redbreast which had made her nest in a hole in the wall, and a horrible cat ate her. My poor, pretty, little robin red-breast which used to put her head out of her window and look at me! I cried over it. I should have liked to kill the cat. But now nobody cries any more. Everybody laughs, everybody is happy. You are going to come with us. How delighted grandfather will be! You shall have your plot in the garden, you shall cultivate it, and we shall see whether your strawberries are as fine as mine. And, then, I shall do everything that you wish, and then, you will obey me prettily.\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {}, "audio_path": "wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_42_hugo_64kb_15.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cYour chamber still stands ready in our house,", "start_byte": 3193170, "end_byte": 3193216, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 455.8950024414063, "cut_end_time": 458.19006494140626, "narration": {"text": "The tear did not fall, it retreated, and Jean Valjean replaced it with a smile.", "cut_start_time": 581.1549975585938, "cut_end_time": 586.4400600585938, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_42_hugo_64kb_16.flac"}, "context": "\u201cI shall not be here, but I shall not be with you.\u201d\n\n\u201cWhat do you mean?\u201d replied Marius. \u201cAh! come now, we are not going to permit any more journeys. You shall never leave us again. You belong to us. We shall not loose our hold of you.\u201d\n\n\u201cThis time it is for good,\u201d added Cosette. \u201cWe have a carriage at the door. I shall run away with you. If necessary, I shall employ force.\u201d\n\nAnd she laughingly made a movement to lift the old man in her arms.\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cYour chamber still stands ready in our house,\u201d<|quote_end|> she went on. \u201cIf you only knew how pretty the garden is now! The azaleas are doing very well there. The walks are sanded with river sand; there are tiny violet shells. You shall eat my strawberries. I water them myself. And no more \u2018madame,\u2019 no more \u2018Monsieur Jean,\u2019 we are living under a Republic, everybody says thou, don\u2019t they, Marius? The programme is changed. If you only knew, father, I have had a sorrow, there was a robin redbreast which had made her nest in a hole in the wall, and a horrible cat ate her. My poor, pretty, little robin red-breast which used to put her head out of her window and look at me! I cried over it. I should have liked to kill the cat. But now nobody cries any more. Everybody laughs, everybody is happy. You are going to come with us. How delighted grandfather will be! You shall have your plot in the garden, you shall cultivate it, and we shall see whether your strawberries are as fine as mine. And, then, I shall do everything that you wish, and then, you will obey me prettily.\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {"went": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_42_hugo_64kb_16.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cThe proof that God is good is that she is here.\u201d", "start_byte": 3194468, "end_byte": 3194517, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 540.4950219726562, "cut_end_time": 543.5300844726563, "narration": {"text": "The tear did not fall, it retreated, and Jean Valjean replaced it with a smile.", "cut_start_time": 581.1549975585938, "cut_end_time": 586.4400600585938, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_42_hugo_64kb_17.flac"}, "context": "\u201d she went on. \u201cIf you only knew how pretty the garden is now! The azaleas are doing very well there. The walks are sanded with river sand; there are tiny violet shells. You shall eat my strawberries. I water them myself. And no more \u2018madame,\u2019 no more \u2018Monsieur Jean,\u2019 we are living under a Republic, everybody says thou, don\u2019t they, Marius? The programme is changed. If you only knew, father, I have had a sorrow, there was a robin redbreast which had made her nest in a hole in the wall, and a horrible cat ate her. My poor, pretty, little robin red-breast which used to put her head out of her window and look at me! I cried over it. I should have liked to kill the cat. But now nobody cries any more. Everybody laughs, everybody is happy. You are going to come with us. How delighted grandfather will be! You shall have your plot in the garden, you shall cultivate it, and we shall see whether your strawberries are as fine as mine. And, then, I shall do everything that you wish, and then, you will obey me prettily.\u201d\n\nJean Valjean listened to her without hearing her. He heard the music of her voice rather than the sense of her words; one of those large tears which are the sombre pearls of the soul welled up slowly in his eyes.\n\nHe murmured:\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cThe proof that God is good is that she is here.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\n\u201cFather!\u201d said Cosette.\n\nJean Valjean continued:\n\n\u201cIt is quite true that it would be charming for us to live together. Their trees are full of birds. I would walk with Cosette. It is sweet to be among living people who bid each other \u2018good-day,\u2019 who call to each other in the garden. People see each other from early morning. We should each cultivate our own little corner. She would make me eat her strawberries. I would make her gather my roses. That would be charming. Only . . .\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {"murmured": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_42_hugo_64kb_17.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cIt is a pity.\u201d", "start_byte": 3195032, "end_byte": 3195047, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 578.9650048828125, "cut_end_time": 579.9800048828125, "narration": {"text": "The tear did not fall, it retreated, and Jean Valjean replaced it with a smile.", "cut_start_time": 581.1549975585938, "cut_end_time": 586.4400600585938, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_42_hugo_64kb_18.flac"}, "context": "\u201cIt is quite true that it would be charming for us to live together. Their trees are full of birds. I would walk with Cosette. It is sweet to be among living people who bid each other \u2018good-day,\u2019 who call to each other in the garden. People see each other from early morning. We should each cultivate our own little corner. She would make me eat her strawberries. I would make her gather my roses. That would be charming. Only . . .\u201d\n\nHe paused and said gently:\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cIt is a pity.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\nThe tear did not fall, it retreated, and Jean Valjean replaced it with a smile.\n\nCosette took both the old man\u2019s hands in hers.\n\n\u201cMy God!\u201d said she, \u201cyour hands are still colder than before. Are you ill? Do you suffer?\u201d\n\n\u201cI? No,\u201d replied Jean Valjean. \u201cI am very well. Only . . .\u201d\n\nHe paused.\n\n\u201cOnly what?\u201d\n\n\u201cI am going to die presently.\u201d\n\nCosette and Marius shuddered.\n\n\u201cTo die!\u201d exclaimed Marius.", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}, "gently": {"id": "0", "type": "adverb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_42_hugo_64kb_18.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cyour hands are still colder than before. Are you ill? Do you suffer?\u201d", "start_byte": 3195198, "end_byte": 3195268, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 592.8150268554688, "cut_end_time": 597.8400268554688, "narration": {"text": "The tear did not fall, it retreated, and Jean Valjean replaced it with a smile.", "cut_start_time": 581.1549975585938, "cut_end_time": 586.4400600585938, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_42_hugo_64kb_19.flac"}, "context": "\u201cIt is quite true that it would be charming for us to live together. Their trees are full of birds. I would walk with Cosette. It is sweet to be among living people who bid each other \u2018good-day,\u2019 who call to each other in the garden. People see each other from early morning. We should each cultivate our own little corner. She would make me eat her strawberries. I would make her gather my roses. That would be charming. Only . . .\u201d\n\nHe paused and said gently:\n\n\u201cIt is a pity.\u201d\n\nThe tear did not fall, it retreated, and Jean Valjean replaced it with a smile.\n\nCosette took both the old man\u2019s hands in hers.\n\n\u201cMy God!\u201d said she, <|quote_start|>\u201cyour hands are still colder than before. Are you ill? Do you suffer?\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\n\u201cI? No,\u201d replied Jean Valjean. \u201cI am very well. Only . . .\u201d\n\nHe paused.\n\n\u201cOnly what?\u201d\n\n\u201cI am going to die presently.\u201d\n\nCosette and Marius shuddered.\n\n\u201cTo die!\u201d exclaimed Marius.\n\n\u201cYes, but that is nothing,\u201d said Jean Valjean.\n\nHe took breath, smiled and resumed:\n\n\u201cCosette, thou wert talking to me, go on, so thy little robin red-breast is dead? Speak, so that I may hear thy voice.\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_42_hugo_64kb_19.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cI? No,", "start_byte": 3195270, "end_byte": 3195277, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 598.8149853515625, "cut_end_time": 599.9000478515625, "narration": {"text": "The tear did not fall, it retreated, and Jean Valjean replaced it with a smile.", "cut_start_time": 581.1549975585938, "cut_end_time": 586.4400600585938, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_42_hugo_64kb_20.flac"}, "context": "\u201cIt is quite true that it would be charming for us to live together. Their trees are full of birds. I would walk with Cosette. It is sweet to be among living people who bid each other \u2018good-day,\u2019 who call to each other in the garden. People see each other from early morning. We should each cultivate our own little corner. She would make me eat her strawberries. I would make her gather my roses. That would be charming. Only . . .\u201d\n\nHe paused and said gently:\n\n\u201cIt is a pity.\u201d\n\nThe tear did not fall, it retreated, and Jean Valjean replaced it with a smile.\n\nCosette took both the old man\u2019s hands in hers.\n\n\u201cMy God!\u201d said she, \u201cyour hands are still colder than before. Are you ill? Do you suffer?\u201d\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cI? No,\u201d<|quote_end|> replied Jean Valjean. \u201cI am very well. Only . . .\u201d\n\nHe paused.\n\n\u201cOnly what?\u201d\n\n\u201cI am going to die presently.\u201d\n\nCosette and Marius shuddered.\n\n\u201cTo die!\u201d exclaimed Marius.\n\n\u201cYes, but that is nothing,\u201d said Jean Valjean.\n\nHe took breath, smiled and resumed:\n\n\u201cCosette, thou wert talking to me, go on, so thy little robin red-breast is dead? Speak, so that I may hear thy voice.\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {"replied": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_42_hugo_64kb_20.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cI am very well. Only . . .\u201d", "start_byte": 3195301, "end_byte": 3195329, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 601.9150146484375, "cut_end_time": 603.5900146484375, "narration": {"text": "The tear did not fall, it retreated, and Jean Valjean replaced it with a smile.", "cut_start_time": 581.1549975585938, "cut_end_time": 586.4400600585938, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_42_hugo_64kb_21.flac"}, "context": "\u201cIt is quite true that it would be charming for us to live together. Their trees are full of birds. I would walk with Cosette. It is sweet to be among living people who bid each other \u2018good-day,\u2019 who call to each other in the garden. People see each other from early morning. We should each cultivate our own little corner. She would make me eat her strawberries. I would make her gather my roses. That would be charming. Only . . .\u201d\n\nHe paused and said gently:\n\n\u201cIt is a pity.\u201d\n\nThe tear did not fall, it retreated, and Jean Valjean replaced it with a smile.\n\nCosette took both the old man\u2019s hands in hers.\n\n\u201cMy God!\u201d said she, \u201cyour hands are still colder than before. Are you ill? Do you suffer?\u201d\n\n\u201cI? No,\u201d replied Jean Valjean. <|quote_start|>\u201cI am very well. Only . . .\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\nHe paused.\n\n\u201cOnly what?\u201d\n\n\u201cI am going to die presently.\u201d\n\nCosette and Marius shuddered.\n\n\u201cTo die!\u201d exclaimed Marius.\n\n\u201cYes, but that is nothing,\u201d said Jean Valjean.\n\nHe took breath, smiled and resumed:\n\n\u201cCosette, thou wert talking to me, go on, so thy little robin red-breast is dead? Speak, so that I may hear thy voice.\u201d\n\nMarius gazed at the old man in amazement.\n\nCosette uttered a heartrending cry.", "narrative_information_pred": {"replied": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_42_hugo_64kb_21.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cI am going to die presently.\u201d", "start_byte": 3195357, "end_byte": 3195387, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 607.9749829101563, "cut_end_time": 609.6700454101563, "narration": {"text": "The tear did not fall, it retreated, and Jean Valjean replaced it with a smile.", "cut_start_time": 581.1549975585938, "cut_end_time": 586.4400600585938, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_42_hugo_64kb_22.flac"}, "context": "\u201cIt is quite true that it would be charming for us to live together. Their trees are full of birds. I would walk with Cosette. It is sweet to be among living people who bid each other \u2018good-day,\u2019 who call to each other in the garden. People see each other from early morning. We should each cultivate our own little corner. She would make me eat her strawberries. I would make her gather my roses. That would be charming. Only . . .\u201d\n\nHe paused and said gently:\n\n\u201cIt is a pity.\u201d\n\nThe tear did not fall, it retreated, and Jean Valjean replaced it with a smile.\n\nCosette took both the old man\u2019s hands in hers.\n\n\u201cMy God!\u201d said she, \u201cyour hands are still colder than before. Are you ill? Do you suffer?\u201d\n\n\u201cI? No,\u201d replied Jean Valjean. \u201cI am very well. Only . . .\u201d\n\nHe paused.\n\n\u201cOnly what?\u201d\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cI am going to die presently.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\nCosette and Marius shuddered.\n\n\u201cTo die!\u201d exclaimed Marius.\n\n\u201cYes, but that is nothing,\u201d said Jean Valjean.\n\nHe took breath, smiled and resumed:\n\n\u201cCosette, thou wert talking to me, go on, so thy little robin red-breast is dead? Speak, so that I may hear thy voice.\u201d\n\nMarius gazed at the old man in amazement.\n\nCosette uttered a heartrending cry.\n\n\u201cFather! my father! you will live. You are going to live. I insist upon your living, do you hear?\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {}, "audio_path": "wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_42_hugo_64kb_22.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cYes, but that is nothing,", "start_byte": 3195449, "end_byte": 3195475, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 616.2749877929688, "cut_end_time": 617.8200502929687, "narration": {"text": "The tear did not fall, it retreated, and Jean Valjean replaced it with a smile.", "cut_start_time": 581.1549975585938, "cut_end_time": 586.4400600585938, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_42_hugo_64kb_23.flac"}, "context": "The tear did not fall, it retreated, and Jean Valjean replaced it with a smile.\n\nCosette took both the old man\u2019s hands in hers.\n\n\u201cMy God!\u201d said she, \u201cyour hands are still colder than before. Are you ill? Do you suffer?\u201d\n\n\u201cI? No,\u201d replied Jean Valjean. \u201cI am very well. Only . . .\u201d\n\nHe paused.\n\n\u201cOnly what?\u201d\n\n\u201cI am going to die presently.\u201d\n\nCosette and Marius shuddered.\n\n\u201cTo die!\u201d exclaimed Marius.\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cYes, but that is nothing,\u201d<|quote_end|> said Jean Valjean.\n\nHe took breath, smiled and resumed:\n\n\u201cCosette, thou wert talking to me, go on, so thy little robin red-breast is dead? Speak, so that I may hear thy voice.\u201d\n\nMarius gazed at the old man in amazement.\n\nCosette uttered a heartrending cry.\n\n\u201cFather! my father! you will live. You are going to live. I insist upon your living, do you hear?\u201d\n\nJean Valjean raised his head towards her with adoration.", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_42_hugo_64kb_23.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cCosette, thou wert talking to me, go on, so thy little robin red-breast is dead? Speak, so that I may hear thy voice.\u201d", "start_byte": 3195534, "end_byte": 3195653, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 622.365029296875, "cut_end_time": 631.030029296875, "narration": {"text": "The tear did not fall, it retreated, and Jean Valjean replaced it with a smile.", "cut_start_time": 581.1549975585938, "cut_end_time": 586.4400600585938, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_42_hugo_64kb_24.flac"}, "context": "Cosette took both the old man\u2019s hands in hers.\n\n\u201cMy God!\u201d said she, \u201cyour hands are still colder than before. Are you ill? Do you suffer?\u201d\n\n\u201cI? 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That stopped me, it seemed to me that I was born again.\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {"resumed": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 9}}, "audio_path": "wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_42_hugo_64kb_24.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cFather! my father! you will live. You are going to live. I insist upon your living, do you hear?\u201d", "start_byte": 3195735, "end_byte": 3195833, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 637.6449755859376, "cut_end_time": 644.8000380859376, "narration": {"text": "The tear did not fall, it retreated, and Jean Valjean replaced it with a smile.", "cut_start_time": 581.1549975585938, "cut_end_time": 586.4400600585938, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_42_hugo_64kb_25.flac"}, "context": "\u201cI am going to die presently.\u201d\n\nCosette and Marius shuddered.\n\n\u201cTo die!\u201d exclaimed Marius.\n\n\u201cYes, but that is nothing,\u201d said Jean Valjean.\n\nHe took breath, smiled and resumed:\n\n\u201cCosette, thou wert talking to me, go on, so thy little robin red-breast is dead? Speak, so that I may hear thy voice.\u201d\n\nMarius gazed at the old man in amazement.\n\nCosette uttered a heartrending cry.\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cFather! my father! you will live. You are going to live. I insist upon your living, do you hear?\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\nJean Valjean raised his head towards her with adoration.\n\n\u201cOh! yes, forbid me to die. Who knows? Perhaps I shall obey. I was on the verge of dying when you came. That stopped me, it seemed to me that I was born again.\u201d\n\n\u201cYou are full of strength and life,\u201d cried Marius. \u201cDo you imagine that a person can die like this? You have had sorrow, you shall have no more. It is I who ask your forgiveness, and on my knees! You are going to live, and to live with us, and to live a long time. We take possession of you once more. There are two of us here who will henceforth have no other thought than your happiness.\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {"uttered": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_42_hugo_64kb_25.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cOh! yes, forbid me to die. Who knows? Perhaps I shall obey. I was on the verge of dying when you came. That stopped me, it seemed to me that I was born again.\u201d", "start_byte": 3195893, "end_byte": 3196053, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 649.935029296875, "cut_end_time": 660.550091796875, "narration": {"text": "Marius stepped up to the doctor. He addressed to him only this single word:", "cut_start_time": 772.0949877929688, "cut_end_time": 776.4800502929688, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_42_hugo_64kb_26.flac"}, "context": "He took breath, smiled and resumed:\n\n\u201cCosette, thou wert talking to me, go on, so thy little robin red-breast is dead? Speak, so that I may hear thy voice.\u201d\n\nMarius gazed at the old man in amazement.\n\nCosette uttered a heartrending cry.\n\n\u201cFather! my father! you will live. You are going to live. I insist upon your living, do you hear?\u201d\n\nJean Valjean raised his head towards her with adoration.\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cOh! yes, forbid me to die. Who knows? Perhaps I shall obey. I was on the verge of dying when you came. That stopped me, it seemed to me that I was born again.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\n\u201cYou are full of strength and life,\u201d cried Marius. \u201cDo you imagine that a person can die like this? You have had sorrow, you shall have no more. It is I who ask your forgiveness, and on my knees! You are going to live, and to live with us, and to live a long time. We take possession of you once more. There are two of us here who will henceforth have no other thought than your happiness.\u201d\n\n\u201cYou see,\u201d resumed Cosette, all bathed in tears,", "narrative_information_pred": {}, "audio_path": "wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_42_hugo_64kb_26.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cYou are full of strength and life,", "start_byte": 3196055, "end_byte": 3196090, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 661.8950024414063, "cut_end_time": 663.4600649414062, "narration": {"text": "Marius stepped up to the doctor. 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There are two of us here who will henceforth have no other thought than your happiness.\u201d\n\n\u201cYou see,\u201d resumed Cosette, all bathed in tears, \u201cthat Marius says that you shall not die.\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {"cried": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_42_hugo_64kb_27.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cthat Marius says that you shall not die.\u201d", "start_byte": 3196496, "end_byte": 3196538, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 689.58501953125, "cut_end_time": 691.97001953125, "narration": {"text": "Marius stepped up to the doctor. He addressed to him only this single word:", "cut_start_time": 772.0949877929688, "cut_end_time": 776.4800502929688, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_42_hugo_64kb_28.flac"}, "context": "\u201cYou are full of strength and life,\u201d cried Marius. \u201cDo you imagine that a person can die like this? You have had sorrow, you shall have no more. It is I who ask your forgiveness, and on my knees! You are going to live, and to live with us, and to live a long time. We take possession of you once more. There are two of us here who will henceforth have no other thought than your happiness.\u201d\n\n\u201cYou see,\u201d resumed Cosette, all bathed in tears, <|quote_start|>\u201cthat Marius says that you shall not die.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\nJean Valjean continued to smile.\n\n\u201cEven if you were to take possession of me, Monsieur Pontmercy, would that make me other than I am? No, God has thought like you and myself, and he does not change his mind; it is useful for me to go. Death is a good arrangement. God knows better than we what we need. May you be happy, may Monsieur Pontmercy have Cosette, may youth wed the morning, may there be around you, my children, lilacs and nightingales; may your life be a beautiful, sunny lawn, may all the enchantments of heaven fill your souls, and now let me, who am good for nothing, die; it is certain that all this is right. Come, be reasonable, nothing is possible now, I am fully conscious that all is over. And then, last night, I drank that whole jug of water. How good thy husband is, Cosette! Thou art much better off with him than with me.\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {"resumed": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 9}}, "audio_path": "wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_42_hugo_64kb_28.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cGood-day, and farewell, doctor,", "start_byte": 3197456, "end_byte": 3197488, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 766.4249877929688, "cut_end_time": 768.4201127929688, "narration": {"text": "Marius stepped up to the doctor. 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Thou art much better off with him than with me.\u201d\n\nA noise became audible at the door.\n\nIt was the doctor entering.\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cGood-day, and farewell, doctor,\u201d<|quote_end|> said Jean Valjean. \u201cHere are my poor children.\u201d\n\nMarius stepped up to the doctor. He addressed to him only this single word: \u201cMonsieur? . . .\u201d But his manner of pronouncing it contained a complete question.\n\nThe doctor replied to the question by an expressive glance.\n\n\u201cBecause things are not agreeable,\u201d said Jean Valjean, \u201cthat is no reason for being unjust towards God.\u201d\n\nA silence ensued.\n\nAll breasts were oppressed.\n\nJean Valjean turned to Cosette. He began to gaze at her as though he wished to retain her features for eternity.", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_42_hugo_64kb_29.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cHere are my poor children.\u201d", "start_byte": 3197509, "end_byte": 3197537, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 769.49501953125, "cut_end_time": 770.97001953125, "narration": {"text": "Marius stepped up to the doctor. He addressed to him only this single word:", "cut_start_time": 772.0949877929688, "cut_end_time": 776.4800502929688, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_42_hugo_64kb_30.flac"}, "context": "\u201cEven if you were to take possession of me, Monsieur Pontmercy, would that make me other than I am? No, God has thought like you and myself, and he does not change his mind; it is useful for me to go. Death is a good arrangement. God knows better than we what we need. May you be happy, may Monsieur Pontmercy have Cosette, may youth wed the morning, may there be around you, my children, lilacs and nightingales; may your life be a beautiful, sunny lawn, may all the enchantments of heaven fill your souls, and now let me, who am good for nothing, die; it is certain that all this is right. Come, be reasonable, nothing is possible now, I am fully conscious that all is over. And then, last night, I drank that whole jug of water. How good thy husband is, Cosette! Thou art much better off with him than with me.\u201d\n\nA noise became audible at the door.\n\nIt was the doctor entering.\n\n\u201cGood-day, and farewell, doctor,\u201d said Jean Valjean. <|quote_start|>\u201cHere are my poor children.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\nMarius stepped up to the doctor. He addressed to him only this single word: \u201cMonsieur? . . .\u201d But his manner of pronouncing it contained a complete question.\n\nThe doctor replied to the question by an expressive glance.\n\n\u201cBecause things are not agreeable,\u201d said Jean Valjean, \u201cthat is no reason for being unjust towards God.\u201d\n\nA silence ensued.\n\nAll breasts were oppressed.\n\nJean Valjean turned to Cosette. He began to gaze at her as though he wished to retain her features for eternity.", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_42_hugo_64kb_30.flac"}, {"text": "\u201cBecause things are not agreeable,", "start_byte": 3197759, "end_byte": 3197793, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 788.2050048828125, "cut_end_time": 790.1000048828125, "narration": {"text": "Jean Valjean turned to Cosette. He began to gaze at her as though he wished to retain her features for eternity.", "cut_start_time": 801.535, "cut_end_time": 808.6500625, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/3762.lesmiserables_vol5_42_hugo_64kb_31.flac"}, "context": "\u201cEven if you were to take possession of me, Monsieur Pontmercy, would that make me other than I am? No, God has thought like you and myself, and he does not change his mind; it is useful for me to go. Death is a good arrangement. God knows better than we what we need. May you be happy, may Monsieur Pontmercy have Cosette, may youth wed the morning, may there be around you, my children, lilacs and nightingales; may your life be a beautiful, sunny lawn, may all the enchantments of heaven fill your souls, and now let me, who am good for nothing, die; it is certain that all this is right. Come, be reasonable, nothing is possible now, I am fully conscious that all is over. And then, last night, I drank that whole jug of water. How good thy husband is, Cosette! Thou art much better off with him than with me.\u201d\n\nA noise became audible at the door.\n\nIt was the doctor entering.\n\n\u201cGood-day, and farewell, doctor,\u201d said Jean Valjean. \u201cHere are my poor children.\u201d\n\nMarius stepped up to the doctor. He addressed to him only this single word: \u201cMonsieur? . . .\u201d But his manner of pronouncing it contained a complete question.\n\nThe doctor replied to the question by an expressive glance.\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cBecause things are not agreeable,\u201d<|quote_end|> said Jean Valjean, \u201cthat is no reason for being unjust towards God.\u201d\n\nA silence ensued.\n\nAll breasts were oppressed.\n\nJean Valjean turned to Cosette. He began to gaze at her as though he wished to retain her features for eternity.\n\nIn the depths of the shadow into which he had already descended, ecstasy was still possible to him when gazing at Cosette. 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Is it possible that we have found you only to lose you again?\u201d\n\nIt might be said that agony writhes. It goes, comes, advances towards the sepulchre, and returns towards life. There is groping in the action of dying.\n\nJean Valjean rallied after this semi-swoon, shook his brow as though to make the shadows fall away from it and became almost perfectly lucid once more.\n\nHe took a fold of Cosette\u2019s sleeve and kissed it.\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cHe is coming back! doctor, he is coming back,\u201d<|quote_end|> cried Marius.\n\n\u201cYou are good, both of you,\u201d said Jean Valjean. \u201cI am going to tell you what has caused me pain. What has pained me, Monsieur Pontmercy, is that you have not been willing to touch that money. That money really belongs to your wife. I will explain to you, my children, and for that reason, also, I am glad to see you. Black jet comes from England, white jet comes from Norway. All this is in this paper, which you will read. 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