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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. In appearance, Mainhall was astonishingly like the conventional stage-Englishman of American drama: tall and thin, with high, hitching shoulders and a small head glistening with closely brushed yellow hair. He spoke with an extreme Oxford accent, and when he was talking well, his face sometimes wore the rapt expression of a very emotional man listening to music. Mainhall liked Alexander because he was an engineer. He had preconceived ideas about everything, and his idea about Americans was that they should be engineers or mechanics. 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. The ones who have any imagination do.\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {"proposed": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/1797.alexandersbridge_02_cather_64kb_0.flac", "original_index": 0}, {"text": "\u201cIt\u2019s really quite the best thing MacConnell\u2019s done,", "start_byte": 24061, "end_byte": 24113, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 137.11499755859376, "cut_end_time": 139.21012255859375, "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_1.flac"}, "context": "On the night of his arrival in London, Alexander went immediately to the hotel on the Embankment at which he always stopped, and in the lobby he was accosted by an old acquaintance, Maurice Mainhall, who fell upon him with effusive cordiality and indicated a willingness to dine with him. 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. In appearance, Mainhall was astonishingly like the conventional stage-Englishman of American drama: tall and thin, with high, hitching shoulders and a small head glistening with closely brushed yellow hair. He spoke with an extreme Oxford accent, and when he was talking well, his face sometimes wore the rapt expression of a very emotional man listening to music. Mainhall liked Alexander because he was an engineer. He had preconceived ideas about everything, and his idea about Americans was that they should be engineers or mechanics. 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, \u201cBog Lights.\u201d\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cIt\u2019s really quite the best thing MacConnell\u2019s done,\u201d<|quote_end|> 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. The ones who have any imagination do.\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {"explained": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/1797.alexandersbridge_02_cather_64kb_1.flac", "original_index": 1}, {"text": "\u201cWhy, I haven\u2019t heard of her for \u2014 years.\u201d", "start_byte": 24704, "end_byte": 24746, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 171.7450061035156, "cut_end_time": 174.26000610351562, "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_2.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. 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", "original_index": 4}, {"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. 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. \u201cWhy, I haven\u2019t heard of her for \u2014 years.\u201d\n\nMainhall laughed. <|quote_start|>\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<|quote_end|> \u2014 Mainhall looked with perplexity up into the top of the hansom and rubbed his pink cheek with his gloved finger, \u2014 \u201cdo you know, I sometimes think of taking to criticism seriously myself. In a way, it would be a sacrifice; but, dear me, we do need some one.\u201d\n\nJust 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. Miss Burgoyne and her donkey were thrusting their heads in at the half door. \u201cAfter all,\u201d he reflected,", "narrative_information_pred": {"laughed": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/1797.alexandersbridge_02_cather_64kb_3.flac", "original_index": 5}, {"text": "\u201cdo you know, I sometimes think of taking to criticism seriously myself. 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? 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 <|quote_start|>\u201cdo you know, I sometimes think of taking to criticism seriously myself. In a way, it would be a sacrifice; but, dear me, we do need some one.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\nJust 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. Miss Burgoyne and her donkey were thrusting their heads in at the half door. \u201cAfter all,\u201d he reflected,", "narrative_information_pred": {"looked": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 9}, "rubbed": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 9}}, "audio_path": "wavs/1797.alexandersbridge_02_cather_64kb_4.flac", "original_index": 6}, {"text": "\u201cthere\u2019s small probability of her recognizing me. 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. Miss Burgoyne and her donkey were thrusting their heads in at the half door. \u201cAfter all,\u201d he reflected, <|quote_start|>\u201cthere\u2019s small probability of her recognizing me. She doubtless hasn\u2019t thought of me for years.\u201d<|quote_end|> He felt the enthusiasm of the house at once, and in a few moments he was caught up by the current of MacConnell\u2019s irresistible comedy. The audience had come forewarned, evidently, and whenever the ragged slip of a donkey-girl ran upon the stage there was a deep murmur of approbation, every one smiled and glowed, and Mainhall hitched his heavy chair a little nearer the brass railing.\n\n\u201cYou see,\u201d he murmured in Alexander\u2019s ear, as the curtain fell on the first act,", "narrative_information_pred": {"reflected": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/1797.alexandersbridge_02_cather_64kb_5.flac", "original_index": 8}, {"text": "\u201cThe Rising of the Moon", "start_byte": 27735, "end_byte": 27758, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 344.79501464843753, "cut_end_time": 346.0200771484375, "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_6.flac"}, "context": "The second act opened before Philly Doyle\u2019s underground still, with Peggy and her battered donkey come in to smuggle a load of potheen across the bog, and to bring Philly word of what was doing in the world without, and of what was happening along the roadsides and ditches with the first gleam of fine weather. 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", "original_index": 11}, {"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. Dear me, Mac, the girl couldn\u2019t possibly be better, you know.\u201d\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", "narrative_information_pred": {"asked": {"id": "2", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/1797.alexandersbridge_02_cather_64kb_7.flac", "original_index": 12}, {"text": "\u201cAnd have I done anything so fool as that, now?", "start_byte": 28563, "end_byte": 28610, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 392.2750134277344, "cut_end_time": 394.7300759277344, "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_8.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\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. Dear me, Mac, the girl couldn\u2019t possibly be better, you know.\u201d\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.", "narrative_information_pred": {"asked": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/1797.alexandersbridge_02_cather_64kb_8.flac", "original_index": 13}, {"text": "\u201cThat\u2019s what I was saying,", "start_byte": 28623, "end_byte": 28649, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 395.7250024414063, "cut_end_time": 396.82006494140626, "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_9.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\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<|quote_start|>\u201cThat\u2019s what I was saying,\u201d<|quote_end|> Mainhall lounged a little nearer and dropped into a tone even more conspicuously confidential. \u201cAnd you\u2019ll never bring Hilda out like this again. Dear me, Mac, the girl couldn\u2019t possibly be better, you know.\u201d\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.", "narrative_information_pred": {"lounged": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 9}}, "audio_path": "wavs/1797.alexandersbridge_02_cather_64kb_9.flac", "original_index": 14}, {"text": "\u201cAnd you\u2019ll never bring Hilda out like this again. 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. I dare say it\u2019s quite true that there\u2019s never been any one else", "narrative_information_pred": {"dropped": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 9}, "confidential": {"id": "1", "type": "adjective", "confidence": 8}}, "audio_path": "wavs/1797.alexandersbridge_02_cather_64kb_10.flac", "original_index": 15}, {"text": "\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", "start_byte": 28881, "end_byte": 29011, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 409.16499145507817, "cut_end_time": 415.45005395507815, "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_11.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. \u201cAnd you\u2019ll never bring Hilda out like this again. Dear me, Mac, the girl couldn\u2019t possibly be better, you know.\u201d\n\nMacConnell grunted. <|quote_start|>\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<|quote_end|>\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. I dare say it\u2019s quite true that there\u2019s never been any one else", "narrative_information_pred": {"grunted": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/1797.alexandersbridge_02_cather_64kb_11.flac", "original_index": 16}, {"text": "\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", "start_byte": 29752, "end_byte": 30005, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 455.81500610351566, "cut_end_time": 469.6100061035157, "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_12.flac"}, "context": "\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. 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. 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", "narrative_information_pred": {"added": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}, "luxurious": {"id": "0", "type": "adjective", "confidence": 9}, "worldly": {"id": "0", "type": "adjective", "confidence": 9}}, "audio_path": "wavs/1797.alexandersbridge_02_cather_64kb_12.flac", "original_index": 19}, {"text": "\u201cI say, Sir Harry, the little girl\u2019s going famously to-night, isn\u2019t she?\u201d", "start_byte": 30122, "end_byte": 30195, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 476.6649890136719, "cut_end_time": 480.0100515136719, "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_13.flac"}, "context": "\u201d Mainhall vouched for her constancy with a loftiness that made Alexander smile, even while a kind of rapid excitement was tingling through him. 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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", "narrative_information_pred": {"cut": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}, "impatiently": {"id": "0", "type": "adverb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/1797.alexandersbridge_02_cather_64kb_13.flac", "original_index": 20}, {"text": "\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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Sir Harry Towne, Mr. Bartley Alexander, the American engineer.\u201d\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. <|quote_start|>\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<|quote_end|>\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. 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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": {"wrinkled": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 9}, "judiciously": {"id": "1", "type": "adverb", "confidence": 9}}, "audio_path": "wavs/1797.alexandersbridge_02_cather_64kb_14.flac", "original_index": 21}, {"text": "\u201cYou know Lord Westmere, of course, \u2014 the stooped man with the long gray mustache, talking to Lady Dowle. 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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", "original_index": 22}, {"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", "original_index": 23}, {"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. 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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", "original_index": 25}]}

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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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It was a sweet, lonely kind of summer evening. Remembering Hilda as she used to be, was doubtless more satisfactory than seeing her as she must be now \u2014 and, after all, Alexander asked himself, what was it but his own young years that he was remembering?", "narrative_information_pred": {"heard": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}, "cheerful": {"id": "0", "type": "adjective", "confidence": 9}}, "audio_path": "wavs/1797.alexandersbridge_03_cather_64kb_0.flac", "original_index": 0}, {"text": "\u201cMr. Alexander! I am delighted. Have you been in London long?\u201d", "start_byte": 46475, "end_byte": 46537, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 741.0649877929687, "cut_end_time": 744.7301127929687, "narration": {"text": "It was not until long afterward that Alexander learned that for him this youth was the most dangerous of companions.", "cut_start_time": 704.2950073242188, "cut_end_time": 712.7400698242187, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/1797.alexandersbridge_03_cather_64kb_1.flac"}, "context": "One Sunday evening, at Lady Walford\u2019s, Alexander did at last meet Hilda Burgoyne. Mainhall had told him that she would probably be there. He looked about for her rather nervously, and finally found her at the farther end of the large drawing-room, the centre of a circle of men, young and old. She was apparently telling them a story. They were all laughing and bending toward her. When she saw Alexander, she rose quickly and put out her hand. 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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", "original_index": 12}, {"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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Ever so many people come on Sunday afternoons.\u201d\n\n\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", "narrative_information_pred": {}, "audio_path": "wavs/1797.alexandersbridge_03_cather_64kb_12.flac", "original_index": 13}, {"text": "\u201cWhy should I? Ever so many people come on Sunday afternoons.\u201d", "start_byte": 49558, "end_byte": 49620, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 915.8749926757813, "cut_end_time": 919.3401176757812, "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_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? Ever so many people come on Sunday afternoons.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\n\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", "narrative_information_pred": {}, "audio_path": "wavs/1797.alexandersbridge_03_cather_64kb_13.flac", "original_index": 14}, {"text": "\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", "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. 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. <|quote_start|>\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<|quote_end|>\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. \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", "narrative_information_pred": {"cut": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/1797.alexandersbridge_03_cather_64kb_14.flac", "original_index": 15}, {"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", "original_index": 16}, {"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", "original_index": 17}, {"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. 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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. 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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", "original_index": 7}, {"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? 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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", "original_index": 31}, {"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. 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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", "original_index": 39}, {"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", "original_index": 41}, {"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", "original_index": 42}, {"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. 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Forget everything except that I am here.\u201d\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cI think I have forgotten everything but that already,\u201d<|quote_end|> 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. 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The streets were full of people who had worked indoors all through the priceless day and had now come hungrily out to drink the muddy lees of it. They stood in long black lines, waiting before the pit entrances of the theatres \u2014 short-coated boys, and girls in sailor hats, all shivering and chatting gayly. There was a blurred rhythm in all the dull city noises \u2014 in the clatter of the cab horses and the rumbling of the busses, in the street calls, and in the undulating tramp, tramp of the crowd. It was like the deep vibration of some vast underground machinery, and like the muffled pulsations of millions of human hearts.\n\n[See \u201cThe Barrel Organ by Alfred Noyes. Ed.] [I have placed it at the end for your convenience]\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cSeems good to get back, doesn\u2019t it?\u201d<|quote_end|> Bartley whispered, as they drove from Bayswater Road into Oxford Street. \u201cLondon always makes me want to live more than any other city in the world. 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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. 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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. <|quote_start|>\u201cYou see, you are different, Hilda. Don\u2019t you know you are?\u201d<|quote_end|> 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. \u201cOnly one, Bartley. Only one. 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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", "original_index": 32}, {"text": "\u201cOnly one, Bartley. Only one. And he threw it back at me a second time.\u201d", "start_byte": 118604, "end_byte": 118676, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 472.1549914550782, "cut_end_time": 476.9800539550781, "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_27.flac"}, "context": "\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\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. 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": {"felt": {"id": "2", "type": "verb", "confidence": 7}}, "audio_path": "wavs/1797.alexandersbridge_09_cather_64kb_27.flac", "original_index": 33}, {"text": "\u201cTry him again, Hilda. Try him once again.\u201d", "start_byte": 118744, "end_byte": 118787, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 481.99500122070316, "cut_end_time": 484.70000122070314, "narration": {"text": "She felt the strength leap in the arms that held her so lightly.", "cut_start_time": 478.09499267578127, "cut_end_time": 481.25011767578127, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/1797.alexandersbridge_09_cather_64kb_28.flac"}, "context": "\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. \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<|quote_start|>\u201cTry him again, Hilda. Try him once again.\u201d<|quote_end|>\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; \u201cthat looked like Alexander, but what would he be doing back there in the daycoaches?\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {}, "audio_path": "wavs/1797.alexandersbridge_09_cather_64kb_28.flac", "original_index": 34}]}

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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; <|quote_start|>\u201cthat looked like Alexander, but what would he be doing back there in the daycoaches?\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\nIt was, indeed, Alexander.\n\nThat morning a telegram from Moorlock had reached him, telling him that there was serious trouble with the bridge and that he was needed there at once, so he had caught the first train out of New York. He had taken a seat in a day-coach to avoid the risk of meeting any one he knew, and because he did not wish to be comfortable. When the telegram arrived, Alexander was at his rooms on Tenth Street, packing his bag to go to Boston. On Monday night he had written a long letter to his wife, but when morning came he was afraid to send it, and the letter was still in his pocket. Winifred was not a woman who could bear disappointment. 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", "original_index": 0}, {"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. In his feeling for his wife there was all the tenderness, all the pride, all the devotion of which he was capable. There was everything but energy; the energy of youth which must register itself and cut its name before it passes. This new feeling was so fresh, so unsatisfied and light of foot. It ran and was not wearied, anticipated him everywhere. It put a girdle round the earth while he was going from New York to Moorlock. At this moment, it was tingling through him, exultant, and live as quicksilver, whispering, <|quote_start|>\u201cIn July you will be in England.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\nAlready he dreaded the long, empty days at sea, the monotonous Irish coast, the sluggish passage up the Mersey, the flash of the boat train through the summer country. He closed his eyes and gave himself up to the feeling of rapid motion and to swift, terrifying thoughts. 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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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Urgent.\n\nBARTLEY.", "narrative_information_pred": {}, "audio_path": "wavs/1797.alexandersbridge_10_cather_64kb_7.flac", "original_index": 7}, {"text": "\u201cI\u2019m sorry, Mr. Alexander, but I had counted on your getting here yesterday. My first telegram missed you somehow. I sent one Sunday evening, to the same address, but it was returned to me.\u201d", "start_byte": 130139, "end_byte": 130329, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 701.2149877929688, "cut_end_time": 710.4100502929688, "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_8.flac"}, "context": "\u201cThen why didn\u2019t you say in your telegram exactly what you thought, and ask for your authorization? 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I must stop to send a wire.\u201d", "start_byte": 130331, "end_byte": 130391, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 711.1149877929688, "cut_end_time": 714.2200502929687, "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_9.flac"}, "context": "\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\n\nAlexander pushed back his chair and rose. \u201cAnything I do can be made public, Phil. You say that you believe the lower chords are showing strain, and that even the workmen have been talking about it, and yet you\u2019ve gone on adding weight.\u201d\n\n\u201cI\u2019m sorry, Mr. Alexander, but I had counted on your getting here yesterday. My first telegram missed you somehow. 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Horton kept repeating that he was sure there could be nothing wrong with the estimates.", "narrative_information_pred": {}, "audio_path": "wavs/1797.alexandersbridge_10_cather_64kb_9.flac", "original_index": 9}, {"text": "\u201cBut just now, when there is such competition,", "start_byte": 131413, "end_byte": 131459, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 771.6549902343751, "cut_end_time": 773.580052734375, "narration": {"text": "When they reached the bridge works, Alexander began his examination immediately. 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_10.flac"}, "context": "The Moorlock Bridge lay three miles above the town. When they were seated in the carriage, Alexander began to question his assistant further. 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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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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", "original_index": 13}, {"text": "\u201cDon\u2019t look so chopfallen, Dan. It\u2019s a jolt, but we\u2019ve got to face it. 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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", "original_index": 15}, {"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. 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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", "original_index": 16}, {"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. 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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", "original_index": 12}, {"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", "original_index": 13}, {"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", "original_index": 14}, {"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", "original_index": 15}, {"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", "original_index": 16}, {"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", "original_index": 18}, {"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", "original_index": 19}, {"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", "original_index": 20}, {"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", "original_index": 21}, {"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", "original_index": 22}, {"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", "original_index": 23}, {"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", "original_index": 24}]}

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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", "original_index": 0}, {"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. 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_1.flac"}, "context": "\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\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<|quote_start|>\u201cRun her nose in shore,\u201d<|quote_end|> 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. \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. 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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. <|quote_start|>\u201cWher\u2019 you bound for, young man?\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\n\u201cFor the steamboat; going to Orleans.\u201d\n\n\u201cGit aboard,\u201d says the king. \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:", "narrative_information_pred": {"done": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 9}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_24_twain_64kb_2.flac", "original_index": 2}, {"text": "\u201cFor the steamboat; going to Orleans.\u201d", "start_byte": 315527, "end_byte": 315565, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 284.7749877929688, "cut_end_time": 287.4100502929688, "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_3.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<|quote_start|>\u201cFor the steamboat; going to Orleans.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\n\u201cGit aboard,\u201d says the king. \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:", "narrative_information_pred": {}, "audio_path": "wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_24_twain_64kb_3.flac", "original_index": 3}, {"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", "original_index": 5}, {"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", "original_index": 6}, {"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", "original_index": 9}, {"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", "original_index": 11}, {"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", "original_index": 12}, {"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", "original_index": 13}, {"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", "original_index": 14}, {"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. 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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. 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So what we want to do is to be prepared; then we\u2019re all right.\u201d\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cYes, sir, it\u2019s the best way. Ma used to always say that.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\nWhen we struck the boat she was about done loading, and pretty soon she got off. The king never said nothing about going aboard, so I lost my ride, after all. When the boat was gone the king made me paddle up another mile to a lonesome place, and then he got ashore and says:\n\n\u201cNow hustle back, right off, and fetch the duke up here, and the new carpet-bags. And if he\u2019s gone over to t\u2019other side, go over there and git him. And tell him to git himself up regardless. Shove along, now.\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {}, "audio_path": "wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_24_twain_64kb_23.flac", "original_index": 28}, {"text": "\u201cNow hustle back, right off, and fetch the duke up here, and the new carpet-bags. And if he\u2019s gone over to t\u2019other side, go over there and git him. And tell him to git himself up regardless. Shove along, now.\u201d", "start_byte": 320831, "end_byte": 321040, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 632.2850170898438, "cut_end_time": 645.3000795898438, "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_24.flac"}, "context": "\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\n\n\u201cYes, sir, it\u2019s the best way. Ma used to always say that.\u201d\n\nWhen we struck the boat she was about done loading, and pretty soon she got off. The king never said nothing about going aboard, so I lost my ride, after all. 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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", "original_index": 31}, {"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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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. They say he was a sight to look at. Your uncle\u2019s been up to the town every day to fetch you. And he\u2019s gone again, not more\u2019n an hour ago; he\u2019ll be back any minute now. You must a met him on the road, didn\u2019t you? \u2014 oldish man, with a \u2014 \u201d\n\n\u201cNo, I didn\u2019t see nobody, Aunt Sally. 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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:", "narrative_information_pred": {"says": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_32_twain_64kb_13.flac", "original_index": 14}, {"text": "\u201cHow\u2019d you get your breakfast so early on the boat?\u201d", "start_byte": 436259, "end_byte": 436311, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 490.20501220703125, "cut_end_time": 493.5900122070313, "narration": {"text": "But they ducked their heads, and put their fingers in their mouths, and hid behind her. So she run on:", "cut_start_time": 319.214990234375, "cut_end_time": 325.700115234375, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_32_twain_64kb_14.flac"}, "context": "\u201cNo, I didn\u2019t see nobody, Aunt Sally. 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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", "original_index": 16}, {"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. 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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. Well, they froze to me for two hours; and at last, when my chin was so tired it couldn\u2019t hardly go any more, I had told them more about my family \u2014 I mean the Sawyer family \u2014 than ever happened to any six Sawyer families. And I explained all about how we blowed out a cylinder-head at the mouth of White River, and it took us three days to fix it. Which was all right, and worked first-rate; because they didn\u2019t know but what it would take three days to fix it. If I\u2019d a called it a bolthead it would a done just as well.", "narrative_information_pred": {"says": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_32_twain_64kb_26.flac", "original_index": 30}, {"text": "\u201cWho do you reckon \u2019t is?\u201d", "start_byte": 439356, "end_byte": 439382, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 691.6549926757813, "cut_end_time": 693.8601176757812, "narration": {"text": "\u201cBut oh, dear, dear, what will Sis say! He must a come! 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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", "original_index": 7}, {"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. 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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. 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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", "original_index": 9}, {"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. 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The old gentleman was at the door, and he says:", "narrative_information_pred": {}, "audio_path": "wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_33_twain_64kb_12.flac", "original_index": 13}, {"text": "\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", "start_byte": 443880, "end_byte": 444052, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 208.1749932861328, "cut_end_time": 217.8901182861328, "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_13.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; \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", "original_index": 15}, {"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. 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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. 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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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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\u201cMr. Archibald Nichols, I presume?\u201d\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cNo, my boy,\u201d<|quote_end|> 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. 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They all said so, m\u2019am.\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {"says": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_33_twain_64kb_27.flac", "original_index": 31}, {"text": "\u201cWhy, you born fool!", "start_byte": 448175, "end_byte": 448195, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 489.8249890136719, "cut_end_time": 491.6801140136719, "narration": {"text": " 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.", "cut_start_time": 491.83500976562505, "cut_end_time": 497.750009765625, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_33_twain_64kb_28.flac"}, "context": "Well, he run on, and on, and on, making up stuff about Hicksville and everybody in it he could invent, and I getting a little nervious, and wondering how this was going to help me out of my scrape; and at last, still talking along, he reached over and kissed Aunt Sally right on the mouth, and then settled back again in his chair comfortable, and was going on talking; but she jumped up and wiped it off with the back of her hand, and says:\n\n\u201cYou owdacious puppy!\u201d\n\nHe looked kind of hurt, and says:\n\n\u201cI\u2019m surprised at you, m\u2019am.\u201d\n\n\u201cYou\u2019re s\u2019rp \u2014 Why, what do you reckon I am? 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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", "original_index": 40}, {"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", "original_index": 41}, {"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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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. 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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", "original_index": 49}, {"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", "original_index": 52}, {"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. 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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. 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_0.flac", "original_index": 0}, {"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. 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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_1.flac", "original_index": 1}, {"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. 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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", "original_index": 3}, {"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. 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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", "original_index": 5}, {"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. 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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", "original_index": 7}, {"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", "original_index": 11}, {"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", "original_index": 12}, {"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", "original_index": 14}, {"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. Here was a boy that was respectable and well brung up; and had a character to lose; and folks at home that had characters; and he was bright and not leather-headed; and knowing and not ignorant; and not mean, but kind; and yet here he was, without any more pride, or rightness, or feeling, than to stoop to this business, and make himself a shame, and his family a shame, before everybody. I couldn\u2019t understand it no way at all. It was outrageous, and I knowed I ought to just up and tell him so; and so be his true friend, and let him quit the thing right where he was and save himself. And I did start to tell him; but he shut me up, and says:\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cDon\u2019t you reckon I know what I\u2019m about? Don\u2019t I generly know what I\u2019m about?\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\n\u201cYes.\u201d\n\n\u201cDidn\u2019t I say I was going to help steal the nigger?\u201d\n\n\u201cYes.\u201d\n\n\u201cWell, then.\u201d\n\nThat\u2019s all he said, and that\u2019s all I said. It warn\u2019t no use to say any more; because when he said he\u2019d do a thing, he always done it. But I couldn\u2019t make out how he was willing to go into this thing; so I just let it go, and never bothered no more about it. If he was bound to have it so, I couldn\u2019t help it.", "narrative_information_pred": {"says": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_34_twain_64kb_11.flac", "original_index": 15}, {"text": "\u201cYes.\u201d", "start_byte": 458561, "end_byte": 458567, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 282.1450036621094, "cut_end_time": 283.3000661621094, "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_12.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. Here was a boy that was respectable and well brung up; and had a character to lose; and folks at home that had characters; and he was bright and not leather-headed; and knowing and not ignorant; and not mean, but kind; and yet here he was, without any more pride, or rightness, or feeling, than to stoop to this business, and make himself a shame, and his family a shame, before everybody. I couldn\u2019t understand it no way at all. It was outrageous, and I knowed I ought to just up and tell him so; and so be his true friend, and let him quit the thing right where he was and save himself. And I did start to tell him; but he shut me up, and says:\n\n\u201cDon\u2019t you reckon I know what I\u2019m about? Don\u2019t I generly know what I\u2019m about?\u201d\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cYes.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\n\u201cDidn\u2019t I say I was going to help steal the nigger?\u201d\n\n\u201cYes.\u201d\n\n\u201cWell, then.\u201d\n\nThat\u2019s all he said, and that\u2019s all I said. It warn\u2019t no use to say any more; because when he said he\u2019d do a thing, he always done it. But I couldn\u2019t make out how he was willing to go into this thing; so I just let it go, and never bothered no more about it. If he was bound to have it so, I couldn\u2019t help it.", "narrative_information_pred": {}, "audio_path": "wavs/2374.huckleberryfinn_34_twain_64kb_12.flac", "original_index": 16}, {"text": "\u201cDidn\u2019t I say I was going to help steal the nigger?\u201d", "start_byte": 458569, "end_byte": 458621, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 283.18501220703126, "cut_end_time": 285.9100122070313, "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_13.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. Here was a boy that was respectable and well brung up; and had a character to lose; and folks at home that had characters; and he was bright and not leather-headed; and knowing and not ignorant; and not mean, but kind; and yet here he was, without any more pride, or rightness, or feeling, than to stoop to this business, and make himself a shame, and his family a shame, before everybody. I couldn\u2019t understand it no way at all. It was outrageous, and I knowed I ought to just up and tell him so; and so be his true friend, and let him quit the thing right where he was and save himself. And I did start to tell him; but he shut me up, and says:\n\n\u201cDon\u2019t you reckon I know what I\u2019m about? Don\u2019t I generly know what I\u2019m about?\u201d\n\n\u201cYes.\u201d\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cDidn\u2019t I say I was going to help steal the nigger?\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\n\u201cYes.\u201d\n\n\u201cWell, then.\u201d\n\nThat\u2019s all he said, and that\u2019s all I said. 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They knowed us, and didn\u2019t make no more noise than country dogs is always doing when anything comes by in the night. When we got to the cabin we took a look at the front and the two sides; and on the side I warn\u2019t acquainted with \u2014 which was the north side \u2014 we found a square window-hole, up tolerable high, with just one stout board nailed across it. I says:\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cHere\u2019s the ticket. This hole\u2019s big enough for Jim to get through if we wrench off the board.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\nTom says:\n\n\u201cIt\u2019s as simple as tit-tat-toe, three-in-a-row, and as easy as playing hooky. 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They knowed us, and didn\u2019t make no more noise than country dogs is always doing when anything comes by in the night. When we got to the cabin we took a look at the front and the two sides; and on the side I warn\u2019t acquainted with \u2014 which was the north side \u2014 we found a square window-hole, up tolerable high, with just one stout board nailed across it. I says:\n\n\u201cHere\u2019s the ticket. This hole\u2019s big enough for Jim to get through if we wrench off the board.\u201d\n\nTom says:\n\n\u201cIt\u2019s as simple as tit-tat-toe, three-in-a-row, and as easy as playing hooky. 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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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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", "original_index": 47}, {"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? 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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", "original_index": 49}, {"text": "\u201cI wonder if Uncle Silas is going to hang this nigger. 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Gee! Whaddaya suppose?\"\n\nMike took heart, his experience believed and his bafflement shared. He spoke cheerfully. \"It doesn't make sense, but old Wicker's so old he may be addled, don't you reckon? Who else would keep an antique store where nobody ever looks? All the other antique places are along Wisconsin Avenue where people go to shop.\"\n\n<|quote_start|>\"You reckon Jakey really could use the job?\"<|quote_end|> Chris asked, his courage ebbing as he pictured to himself the dark little shop with its bow window of small panes, and Mr. Wicker, so thin and wizened he seemed only bones and wrinkles. \"Think he really needs it?\" he pursued.\n\nBut Mike was certain, or perhaps he needed a companion in this curious experiment.\n\n\"You bet he does! He tol' me at noon today he wished he could find something that would help bring some money in. 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He would have liked to get the job for Jakey, who needed it, but somehow the task of facing Mr. Wicker, especially now that the light was going and dusk edging into the streets, was not what Chris had intended for ending the afternoon. 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And Mistress Becky would not care to be reminded of it, mark you, for reasons I shall shortly tell.\"\n\nHis eyes, humorous as they were, took on a shrewdness under their sandy brows as if judging the character of the boy before him and his ability to keep a secret.\n\n\"First and foremost,\" he said, <|quote_start|>\"You had best know who I am.\"<|quote_end|> He leaned back and hooked his thumbs under his armpits in a prideful gesture.\n\n\"My lad,\" said Ned Cilley, thrusting out his chin, \"I am a member of the Mirabelle's crew!\"\n\n\"The Mirabelle!\" Chris exclaimed, \"Why -- that's the ship in the bottle!\"\n\n\"Aye,\" agreed Cilley, nodding sagely, \"The model of it's in a bottle right enough, since it's meself that made it, the last trip home from the Chiny Seas.\"", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_05_dawson_64kb_1.flac", "original_index": 1}, {"text": "\"I am a member of the Mirabelle's crew!\"", "start_byte": 40514, "end_byte": 40554, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 64.175, "cut_end_time": 66.35006249999999, "narration": {"text": " he began, \"that in her younger days, Mistress Becky had one craving. 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And Mistress Becky would not care to be reminded of it, mark you, for reasons I shall shortly tell.\"\n\nHis eyes, humorous as they were, took on a shrewdness under their sandy brows as if judging the character of the boy before him and his ability to keep a secret.\n\n\"First and foremost,\" he said, \"You had best know who I am.\" He leaned back and hooked his thumbs under his armpits in a prideful gesture.\n\n\"My lad,\" said Ned Cilley, thrusting out his chin, <|quote_start|>\"I am a member of the Mirabelle's crew!\"<|quote_end|>\n\n\"The Mirabelle!\" Chris exclaimed, \"Why -- that's the ship in the bottle!\"\n\n\"Aye,\" agreed Cilley, nodding sagely, \"The model of it's in a bottle right enough, since it's meself that made it, the last trip home from the Chiny Seas.\"\n\n\"You made it yourself?\" Chris breathed, looking aghast at the gnarled knotted fingers, thick and roughened by work and weather, picturing to himself the delicacy of the miniature ship that lay so snugly in its transparent walls.", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_05_dawson_64kb_2.flac", "original_index": 3}, {"text": "\"The Mirabelle!", "start_byte": 40556, "end_byte": 40571, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 66.90500030517578, "cut_end_time": 68.07000030517578, "narration": {"text": " he began, \"that in her younger days, Mistress Becky had one craving. She'd seen this hat that she now wears, in a milliner's, and have it she must.", "cut_start_time": 148.8550048828125, "cut_end_time": 157.2700048828125, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_05_dawson_64kb_3.flac"}, "context": "\"Well now,\" began Cilley, \"that's a tale that not everyone knows, don't you see. And Mistress Becky would not care to be reminded of it, mark you, for reasons I shall shortly tell.\"\n\nHis eyes, humorous as they were, took on a shrewdness under their sandy brows as if judging the character of the boy before him and his ability to keep a secret.\n\n\"First and foremost,\" he said, \"You had best know who I am.\" He leaned back and hooked his thumbs under his armpits in a prideful gesture.\n\n\"My lad,\" said Ned Cilley, thrusting out his chin, \"I am a member of the Mirabelle's crew!\"\n\n<|quote_start|>\"The Mirabelle!\"<|quote_end|> Chris exclaimed, \"Why -- that's the ship in the bottle!\"\n\n\"Aye,\" agreed Cilley, nodding sagely, \"The model of it's in a bottle right enough, since it's meself that made it, the last trip home from the Chiny Seas.\"\n\n\"You made it yourself?\" Chris breathed, looking aghast at the gnarled knotted fingers, thick and roughened by work and weather, picturing to himself the delicacy of the miniature ship that lay so snugly in its transparent walls.", "narrative_information_pred": {"exclaimed": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_05_dawson_64kb_3.flac", "original_index": 4}, {"text": "\"Why -- that's the ship in the bottle!\"", "start_byte": 40590, "end_byte": 40629, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 69.60499847412109, "cut_end_time": 71.86012347412108, "narration": {"text": " he began, \"that in her younger days, Mistress Becky had one craving. She'd seen this hat that she now wears, in a milliner's, and have it she must.", "cut_start_time": 148.8550048828125, "cut_end_time": 157.2700048828125, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_05_dawson_64kb_4.flac"}, "context": "His eyes, humorous as they were, took on a shrewdness under their sandy brows as if judging the character of the boy before him and his ability to keep a secret.\n\n\"First and foremost,\" he said, \"You had best know who I am.\" He leaned back and hooked his thumbs under his armpits in a prideful gesture.\n\n\"My lad,\" said Ned Cilley, thrusting out his chin, \"I am a member of the Mirabelle's crew!\"\n\n\"The Mirabelle!\" Chris exclaimed, <|quote_start|>\"Why -- that's the ship in the bottle!\"<|quote_end|>\n\n\"Aye,\" agreed Cilley, nodding sagely, \"The model of it's in a bottle right enough, since it's meself that made it, the last trip home from the Chiny Seas.\"\n\n\"You made it yourself?\" Chris breathed, looking aghast at the gnarled knotted fingers, thick and roughened by work and weather, picturing to himself the delicacy of the miniature ship that lay so snugly in its transparent walls. \"How in the world could you get it inside", "narrative_information_pred": {"exclaimed": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_05_dawson_64kb_4.flac", "original_index": 5}, {"text": "\"The model of it's in a bottle right enough, since it's meself that made it, the last trip home from the Chiny Seas.\"", "start_byte": 40669, "end_byte": 40786, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 76.05499633789061, "cut_end_time": 82.36005883789062, "narration": {"text": " he began, \"that in her younger days, Mistress Becky had one craving. She'd seen this hat that she now wears, in a milliner's, and have it she must.", "cut_start_time": 148.8550048828125, "cut_end_time": 157.2700048828125, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_05_dawson_64kb_5.flac"}, "context": "His eyes, humorous as they were, took on a shrewdness under their sandy brows as if judging the character of the boy before him and his ability to keep a secret.\n\n\"First and foremost,\" he said, \"You had best know who I am.\" He leaned back and hooked his thumbs under his armpits in a prideful gesture.\n\n\"My lad,\" said Ned Cilley, thrusting out his chin, \"I am a member of the Mirabelle's crew!\"\n\n\"The Mirabelle!\" Chris exclaimed, \"Why -- that's the ship in the bottle!\"\n\n\"Aye,\" agreed Cilley, nodding sagely, <|quote_start|>\"The model of it's in a bottle right enough, since it's meself that made it, the last trip home from the Chiny Seas.\"<|quote_end|>\n\n\"You made it yourself?\" Chris breathed, looking aghast at the gnarled knotted fingers, thick and roughened by work and weather, picturing to himself the delicacy of the miniature ship that lay so snugly in its transparent walls. \"How in the world could you get it inside?\" he asked.\n\nNed wagged his head. \"Ah, 'tis a trick and a tedious thing, no mistaking, but there's time and to spare for it, coming home from China.\"", "narrative_information_pred": {"agreed": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}, "nodding": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 9}, "sagely": {"id": "1", "type": "adverb", "confidence": 9}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_05_dawson_64kb_5.flac", "original_index": 7}, {"text": "\"You made it yourself?", "start_byte": 40788, "end_byte": 40810, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 83.55499877929687, "cut_end_time": 84.95012377929687, "narration": {"text": " he began, \"that in her younger days, Mistress Becky had one craving. She'd seen this hat that she now wears, in a milliner's, and have it she must.", "cut_start_time": 148.8550048828125, "cut_end_time": 157.2700048828125, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_05_dawson_64kb_6.flac"}, "context": "\" He leaned back and hooked his thumbs under his armpits in a prideful gesture.\n\n\"My lad,\" said Ned Cilley, thrusting out his chin, \"I am a member of the Mirabelle's crew!\"\n\n\"The Mirabelle!\" Chris exclaimed, \"Why -- that's the ship in the bottle!\"\n\n\"Aye,\" agreed Cilley, nodding sagely, \"The model of it's in a bottle right enough, since it's meself that made it, the last trip home from the Chiny Seas.\"\n\n<|quote_start|>\"You made it yourself?\"<|quote_end|> Chris breathed, looking aghast at the gnarled knotted fingers, thick and roughened by work and weather, picturing to himself the delicacy of the miniature ship that lay so snugly in its transparent walls. \"How in the world could you get it inside?\" he asked.\n\nNed wagged his head. \"Ah, 'tis a trick and a tedious thing, no mistaking, but there's time and to spare for it, coming home from China.\"\n\n\"China? You've been there? What's it like", "narrative_information_pred": {"breathed": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_05_dawson_64kb_6.flac", "original_index": 8}, {"text": "\"How in the world could you get it inside?", "start_byte": 41017, "end_byte": 41059, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 98.09500213623046, "cut_end_time": 100.23000213623047, "narration": {"text": " he began, \"that in her younger days, Mistress Becky had one craving. She'd seen this hat that she now wears, in a milliner's, and have it she must.", "cut_start_time": 148.8550048828125, "cut_end_time": 157.2700048828125, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_05_dawson_64kb_7.flac"}, "context": "\"Why -- that's the ship in the bottle!\"\n\n\"Aye,\" agreed Cilley, nodding sagely, \"The model of it's in a bottle right enough, since it's meself that made it, the last trip home from the Chiny Seas.\"\n\n\"You made it yourself?\" Chris breathed, looking aghast at the gnarled knotted fingers, thick and roughened by work and weather, picturing to himself the delicacy of the miniature ship that lay so snugly in its transparent walls. <|quote_start|>\"How in the world could you get it inside?\"<|quote_end|> he asked.\n\nNed wagged his head. \"Ah, 'tis a trick and a tedious thing, no mistaking, but there's time and to spare for it, coming home from China.\"\n\n\"China? You've been there? What's it like?\" Chris wanted to know, his eyes eager.\n\nCilley smiled at him, a snaggled-toothed friendly grin. \"That's a tale for another time, my boy, for there's much telling there. You wanted the story of Becky's fine hat.\"", "narrative_information_pred": {"asked": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_05_dawson_64kb_7.flac", "original_index": 9}, {"text": "\"Ah, 'tis a trick and a tedious thing, no mistaking, but there's time and to spare for it, coming home from China.\"", "start_byte": 41093, "end_byte": 41208, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 103.00499725341797, "cut_end_time": 109.43005975341796, "narration": {"text": " he began, \"that in her younger days, Mistress Becky had one craving. She'd seen this hat that she now wears, in a milliner's, and have it she must.", "cut_start_time": 148.8550048828125, "cut_end_time": 157.2700048828125, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_05_dawson_64kb_8.flac"}, "context": "\"The model of it's in a bottle right enough, since it's meself that made it, the last trip home from the Chiny Seas.\"\n\n\"You made it yourself?\" Chris breathed, looking aghast at the gnarled knotted fingers, thick and roughened by work and weather, picturing to himself the delicacy of the miniature ship that lay so snugly in its transparent walls. \"How in the world could you get it inside?\" he asked.\n\nNed wagged his head. <|quote_start|>\"Ah, 'tis a trick and a tedious thing, no mistaking, but there's time and to spare for it, coming home from China.\"<|quote_end|>\n\n\"China? You've been there? What's it like?\" Chris wanted to know, his eyes eager.\n\nCilley smiled at him, a snaggled-toothed friendly grin. \"That's a tale for another time, my boy, for there's much telling there. You wanted the story of Becky's fine hat.\"\n\n\"Yes -- yes!\" Chris urged. \"Before she comes back.\"\n\n\"Well, now,\" began Cilley, \"Bein' a member of the Mirabelle and all, means I see quite a bit of this port when we're home", "narrative_information_pred": {"wagged": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 9}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_05_dawson_64kb_8.flac", "original_index": 10}, {"text": "\"China? You've been there? What's it like?", "start_byte": 41210, "end_byte": 41252, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 110.28500091552733, "cut_end_time": 112.79000091552734, "narration": {"text": " he began, \"that in her younger days, Mistress Becky had one craving. She'd seen this hat that she now wears, in a milliner's, and have it she must.", "cut_start_time": 148.8550048828125, "cut_end_time": 157.2700048828125, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_05_dawson_64kb_9.flac"}, "context": "\" Chris breathed, looking aghast at the gnarled knotted fingers, thick and roughened by work and weather, picturing to himself the delicacy of the miniature ship that lay so snugly in its transparent walls. \"How in the world could you get it inside?\" he asked.\n\nNed wagged his head. \"Ah, 'tis a trick and a tedious thing, no mistaking, but there's time and to spare for it, coming home from China.\"\n\n<|quote_start|>\"China? You've been there? What's it like?\"<|quote_end|> Chris wanted to know, his eyes eager.\n\nCilley smiled at him, a snaggled-toothed friendly grin. \"That's a tale for another time, my boy, for there's much telling there. You wanted the story of Becky's fine hat.\"\n\n\"Yes -- yes!\" Chris urged. \"Before she comes back.\"\n\n\"Well, now,\" began Cilley, \"Bein' a member of the Mirabelle and all, means I see quite a bit of this port when we're home", "narrative_information_pred": {"wanted": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}, "eager": {"id": "1", "type": "adjective", "confidence": 9}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_05_dawson_64kb_9.flac", "original_index": 11}, {"text": "\"That's a tale for another time, my boy, for there's much telling there. You wanted the story of Becky's fine hat.\"", "start_byte": 41349, "end_byte": 41464, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 118.89499938964843, "cut_end_time": 124.83006188964843, "narration": {"text": " he began, \"that in her younger days, Mistress Becky had one craving. She'd seen this hat that she now wears, in a milliner's, and have it she must.", "cut_start_time": 148.8550048828125, "cut_end_time": 157.2700048828125, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_05_dawson_64kb_10.flac"}, "context": "\" Chris breathed, looking aghast at the gnarled knotted fingers, thick and roughened by work and weather, picturing to himself the delicacy of the miniature ship that lay so snugly in its transparent walls. \"How in the world could you get it inside?\" he asked.\n\nNed wagged his head. \"Ah, 'tis a trick and a tedious thing, no mistaking, but there's time and to spare for it, coming home from China.\"\n\n\"China? You've been there? What's it like?\" Chris wanted to know, his eyes eager.\n\nCilley smiled at him, a snaggled-toothed friendly grin. <|quote_start|>\"That's a tale for another time, my boy, for there's much telling there. You wanted the story of Becky's fine hat.\"<|quote_end|>\n\n\"Yes -- yes!\" Chris urged. \"Before she comes back.\"\n\n\"Well, now,\" began Cilley, \"Bein' a member of the Mirabelle and all, means I see quite a bit of this port when we're home.\" He looked arch as if Chris must know the reason for that. \"An' seein' as how Mistress Becky and me are fast friends, well -- she's told me a thing or two that not everyone knows.\"\n\nHe took a pull on the mug and wiped the froth from his lips.", "narrative_information_pred": {"smiled": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}, "friendly": {"id": "1", "type": "adjective", "confidence": 9}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_05_dawson_64kb_10.flac", "original_index": 12}, {"text": "\"Yes -- yes!", "start_byte": 41466, "end_byte": 41478, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 125.21499908447265, "cut_end_time": 127.86006158447265, "narration": {"text": " he began, \"that in her younger days, Mistress Becky had one craving. She'd seen this hat that she now wears, in a milliner's, and have it she must.", "cut_start_time": 148.8550048828125, "cut_end_time": 157.2700048828125, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_05_dawson_64kb_11.flac"}, "context": "Ned wagged his head. \"Ah, 'tis a trick and a tedious thing, no mistaking, but there's time and to spare for it, coming home from China.\"\n\n\"China? You've been there? What's it like?\" Chris wanted to know, his eyes eager.\n\nCilley smiled at him, a snaggled-toothed friendly grin. \"That's a tale for another time, my boy, for there's much telling there. You wanted the story of Becky's fine hat.\"\n\n<|quote_start|>\"Yes -- yes!\"<|quote_end|> Chris urged. \"Before she comes back.\"\n\n\"Well, now,\" began Cilley, \"Bein' a member of the Mirabelle and all, means I see quite a bit of this port when we're home.\" He looked arch as if Chris must know the reason for that. \"An' seein' as how Mistress Becky and me are fast friends, well -- she's told me a thing or two that not everyone knows.\"\n\nHe took a pull on the mug and wiped the froth from his lips.", "narrative_information_pred": {"urged": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_05_dawson_64kb_11.flac", "original_index": 13}, {"text": "\"Bein' a member of the Mirabelle and all, means I see quite a bit of this port when we're home.", "start_byte": 41546, "end_byte": 41641, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 129.91500122070312, "cut_end_time": 134.32000122070312, "narration": {"text": " he began, \"that in her younger days, Mistress Becky had one craving. She'd seen this hat that she now wears, in a milliner's, and have it she must.", "cut_start_time": 148.8550048828125, "cut_end_time": 157.2700048828125, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_05_dawson_64kb_12.flac"}, "context": "\"Ah, 'tis a trick and a tedious thing, no mistaking, but there's time and to spare for it, coming home from China.\"\n\n\"China? You've been there? What's it like?\" Chris wanted to know, his eyes eager.\n\nCilley smiled at him, a snaggled-toothed friendly grin. \"That's a tale for another time, my boy, for there's much telling there. You wanted the story of Becky's fine hat.\"\n\n\"Yes -- yes!\" Chris urged. \"Before she comes back.\"\n\n\"Well, now,\" began Cilley, <|quote_start|>\"Bein' a member of the Mirabelle and all, means I see quite a bit of this port when we're home.\"<|quote_end|> He looked arch as if Chris must know the reason for that. \"An' seein' as how Mistress Becky and me are fast friends, well -- she's told me a thing or two that not everyone knows.\"\n\nHe took a pull on the mug and wiped the froth from his lips.\n\n\"It seems,\" he began, \"that in her younger days, Mistress Becky had one craving. She'd seen this hat that she now wears, in a milliner's, and have it she must.", "narrative_information_pred": {"began": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_05_dawson_64kb_12.flac", "original_index": 16}, {"text": "\"An' seein' as how Mistress Becky and me are fast friends, well -- she's told me a thing or two that not everyone knows.\"", "start_byte": 41701, "end_byte": 41822, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 138.10499816894531, "cut_end_time": 144.1700606689453, "narration": {"text": " he began, \"that in her younger days, Mistress Becky had one craving. She'd seen this hat that she now wears, in a milliner's, and have it she must.", "cut_start_time": 148.8550048828125, "cut_end_time": 157.2700048828125, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_05_dawson_64kb_13.flac"}, "context": "Cilley smiled at him, a snaggled-toothed friendly grin. \"That's a tale for another time, my boy, for there's much telling there. You wanted the story of Becky's fine hat.\"\n\n\"Yes -- yes!\" Chris urged. \"Before she comes back.\"\n\n\"Well, now,\" began Cilley, \"Bein' a member of the Mirabelle and all, means I see quite a bit of this port when we're home.\" He looked arch as if Chris must know the reason for that. <|quote_start|>\"An' seein' as how Mistress Becky and me are fast friends, well -- she's told me a thing or two that not everyone knows.\"<|quote_end|>\n\nHe took a pull on the mug and wiped the froth from his lips.\n\n\"It seems,\" he began, \"that in her younger days, Mistress Becky had one craving. She'd seen this hat that she now wears, in a milliner's, and have it she must.\n\n\"Now -- \" and the sailor leaned forward as the story held his own interest -- \"now a hat of that sort costs many a shilling, and Becky worked and saved for that bonnet for over a year.\" He eyed Chris again closely.", "narrative_information_pred": {"looked": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 8}, "arch": {"id": "1", "type": "adjective", "confidence": 8}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_05_dawson_64kb_13.flac", "original_index": 17}, {"text": "\"now a hat of that sort costs many a shilling, and Becky worked and saved for that bonnet for over a year.", "start_byte": 42125, "end_byte": 42231, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 162.95499450683593, "cut_end_time": 168.53005700683593, "narration": {"text": " Chris said shortly, and thought of television and the movies, and held his tongue. He was beginning to try to fit himself into two centuries before his own time.", "cut_start_time": 216.005, "cut_end_time": 225.16006249999998, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_05_dawson_64kb_14.flac"}, "context": "\"An' seein' as how Mistress Becky and me are fast friends, well -- she's told me a thing or two that not everyone knows.\"\n\nHe took a pull on the mug and wiped the froth from his lips.\n\n\"It seems,\" he began, \"that in her younger days, Mistress Becky had one craving. She'd seen this hat that she now wears, in a milliner's, and have it she must.\n\n\"Now -- \" and the sailor leaned forward as the story held his own interest -- <|quote_start|>\"now a hat of that sort costs many a shilling, and Becky worked and saved for that bonnet for over a year.\"<|quote_end|> He eyed Chris again closely. \"If you tell what I tell ye, Chris lad,\" Cilley conjured him, \"I shall get even with ye, I swear I will! For I would never want to hurt the feelin's of Becky Boozer, on my oath.\"\n\n\"I'll not tell, sir. Not to anyone,\" Chris assured him.\n\nNed Cilley seemed satisfied. \"Well now,\" hunching closer with his chair, \"It seems at long last she paid for that bonnet, and decided to wear it to the spectacle, that very afternoon.\"", "narrative_information_pred": {"held": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 9}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_05_dawson_64kb_14.flac", "original_index": 19}, {"text": "\"If you tell what I tell ye, Chris lad,", "start_byte": 42262, "end_byte": 42301, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 171.0050048828125, "cut_end_time": 173.3000673828125, "narration": {"text": " Chris said shortly, and thought of television and the movies, and held his tongue. He was beginning to try to fit himself into two centuries before his own time.", "cut_start_time": 216.005, "cut_end_time": 225.16006249999998, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_05_dawson_64kb_15.flac"}, "context": "He took a pull on the mug and wiped the froth from his lips.\n\n\"It seems,\" he began, \"that in her younger days, Mistress Becky had one craving. She'd seen this hat that she now wears, in a milliner's, and have it she must.\n\n\"Now -- \" and the sailor leaned forward as the story held his own interest -- \"now a hat of that sort costs many a shilling, and Becky worked and saved for that bonnet for over a year.\" He eyed Chris again closely. <|quote_start|>\"If you tell what I tell ye, Chris lad,\"<|quote_end|> Cilley conjured him, \"I shall get even with ye, I swear I will! For I would never want to hurt the feelin's of Becky Boozer, on my oath.\"\n\n\"I'll not tell, sir. Not to anyone,\" Chris assured him.\n\nNed Cilley seemed satisfied. \"Well now,\" hunching closer with his chair, \"It seems at long last she paid for that bonnet, and decided to wear it to the spectacle, that very afternoon.\"", "narrative_information_pred": {"conjured": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 9}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_05_dawson_64kb_15.flac", "original_index": 20}, {"text": "\"I shall get even with ye, I swear I will! For I would never want to hurt the feelin's of Becky Boozer, on my oath.\"", "start_byte": 42324, "end_byte": 42440, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 174.9550030517578, "cut_end_time": 182.1700655517578, "narration": {"text": " Chris said shortly, and thought of television and the movies, and held his tongue. He was beginning to try to fit himself into two centuries before his own time.", "cut_start_time": 216.005, "cut_end_time": 225.16006249999998, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_05_dawson_64kb_16.flac"}, "context": "\"It seems,\" he began, \"that in her younger days, Mistress Becky had one craving. She'd seen this hat that she now wears, in a milliner's, and have it she must.\n\n\"Now -- \" and the sailor leaned forward as the story held his own interest -- \"now a hat of that sort costs many a shilling, and Becky worked and saved for that bonnet for over a year.\" He eyed Chris again closely. \"If you tell what I tell ye, Chris lad,\" Cilley conjured him, <|quote_start|>\"I shall get even with ye, I swear I will! For I would never want to hurt the feelin's of Becky Boozer, on my oath.\"<|quote_end|>\n\n\"I'll not tell, sir. Not to anyone,\" Chris assured him.\n\nNed Cilley seemed satisfied. \"Well now,\" hunching closer with his chair, \"It seems at long last she paid for that bonnet, and decided to wear it to the spectacle, that very afternoon.\"\n\n\"The spectacle?\" Chris questioned, his forehead wrinkled. \"What's that?\"\n\n\"Haw -- Haw!\" cackled Cilley, \"You are a country boy! Why -- the spectacle, where the players are. The theatre -- what else?\"", "narrative_information_pred": {"conjured": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_05_dawson_64kb_16.flac", "original_index": 21}, {"text": "\"I'll not tell, sir. Not to anyone,", "start_byte": 42442, "end_byte": 42477, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 182.9750030517578, "cut_end_time": 185.39000305175782, "narration": {"text": " Chris said shortly, and thought of television and the movies, and held his tongue. He was beginning to try to fit himself into two centuries before his own time.", "cut_start_time": 216.005, "cut_end_time": 225.16006249999998, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_05_dawson_64kb_17.flac"}, "context": "\"Now -- \" and the sailor leaned forward as the story held his own interest -- \"now a hat of that sort costs many a shilling, and Becky worked and saved for that bonnet for over a year.\" He eyed Chris again closely. \"If you tell what I tell ye, Chris lad,\" Cilley conjured him, \"I shall get even with ye, I swear I will! For I would never want to hurt the feelin's of Becky Boozer, on my oath.\"\n\n<|quote_start|>\"I'll not tell, sir. Not to anyone,\"<|quote_end|> Chris assured him.\n\nNed Cilley seemed satisfied. \"Well now,\" hunching closer with his chair, \"It seems at long last she paid for that bonnet, and decided to wear it to the spectacle, that very afternoon.\"\n\n\"The spectacle?\" Chris questioned, his forehead wrinkled. \"What's that?\"\n\n\"Haw -- Haw!\" cackled Cilley, \"You are a country boy! Why -- the spectacle, where the players are. The theatre -- what else?\"", "narrative_information_pred": {"assured": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_05_dawson_64kb_17.flac", "original_index": 22}, {"text": "\"Well now,", "start_byte": 42528, "end_byte": 42538, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 189.23499694824218, "cut_end_time": 190.5401219482422, "narration": {"text": " Chris said shortly, and thought of television and the movies, and held his tongue. He was beginning to try to fit himself into two centuries before his own time.", "cut_start_time": 216.005, "cut_end_time": 225.16006249999998, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_05_dawson_64kb_18.flac"}, "context": "\"now a hat of that sort costs many a shilling, and Becky worked and saved for that bonnet for over a year.\" He eyed Chris again closely. \"If you tell what I tell ye, Chris lad,\" Cilley conjured him, \"I shall get even with ye, I swear I will! For I would never want to hurt the feelin's of Becky Boozer, on my oath.\"\n\n\"I'll not tell, sir. Not to anyone,\" Chris assured him.\n\nNed Cilley seemed satisfied. <|quote_start|>\"Well now,\"<|quote_end|> hunching closer with his chair, \"It seems at long last she paid for that bonnet, and decided to wear it to the spectacle, that very afternoon.\"\n\n\"The spectacle?\" Chris questioned, his forehead wrinkled. \"What's that?\"\n\n\"Haw -- Haw!\" cackled Cilley, \"You are a country boy! Why -- the spectacle, where the players are. The theatre -- what else?\"\n\n\"Oh,\" Chris said shortly, and thought of television and the movies, and held his tongue. He was beginning to try to fit himself into two centuries before his own time.", "narrative_information_pred": {"hunching": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 8}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_05_dawson_64kb_18.flac", "original_index": 23}, {"text": "\"It seems at long last she paid for that bonnet, and decided to wear it to the spectacle, that very afternoon.\"", "start_byte": 42572, "end_byte": 42683, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 192.22499328613281, "cut_end_time": 198.03011828613282, "narration": {"text": " Chris said shortly, and thought of television and the movies, and held his tongue. He was beginning to try to fit himself into two centuries before his own time.", "cut_start_time": 216.005, "cut_end_time": 225.16006249999998, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_05_dawson_64kb_19.flac"}, "context": "\"now a hat of that sort costs many a shilling, and Becky worked and saved for that bonnet for over a year.\" He eyed Chris again closely. \"If you tell what I tell ye, Chris lad,\" Cilley conjured him, \"I shall get even with ye, I swear I will! For I would never want to hurt the feelin's of Becky Boozer, on my oath.\"\n\n\"I'll not tell, sir. Not to anyone,\" Chris assured him.\n\nNed Cilley seemed satisfied. \"Well now,\" hunching closer with his chair, <|quote_start|>\"It seems at long last she paid for that bonnet, and decided to wear it to the spectacle, that very afternoon.\"<|quote_end|>\n\n\"The spectacle?\" Chris questioned, his forehead wrinkled. \"What's that?\"\n\n\"Haw -- Haw!\" cackled Cilley, \"You are a country boy! Why -- the spectacle, where the players are. The theatre -- what else?\"\n\n\"Oh,\" Chris said shortly, and thought of television and the movies, and held his tongue. He was beginning to try to fit himself into two centuries before his own time.\n\n\"Yes,\" took up Cilley, \"so as I was saying, Mistress Boozer bein' young and flighty in them days, and rightful proud of the bonnet she had took so long to earn, wore it to the spectacle, together with her best gown.", "narrative_information_pred": {"hunching": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 8}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_05_dawson_64kb_19.flac", "original_index": 24}, {"text": "\"The spectacle?", "start_byte": 42685, "end_byte": 42700, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 198.26500549316407, "cut_end_time": 200.02000549316406, "narration": {"text": " Chris said shortly, and thought of television and the movies, and held his tongue. He was beginning to try to fit himself into two centuries before his own time.", "cut_start_time": 216.005, "cut_end_time": 225.16006249999998, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_05_dawson_64kb_20.flac"}, "context": "\" Cilley conjured him, \"I shall get even with ye, I swear I will! For I would never want to hurt the feelin's of Becky Boozer, on my oath.\"\n\n\"I'll not tell, sir. Not to anyone,\" Chris assured him.\n\nNed Cilley seemed satisfied. \"Well now,\" hunching closer with his chair, \"It seems at long last she paid for that bonnet, and decided to wear it to the spectacle, that very afternoon.\"\n\n<|quote_start|>\"The spectacle?\"<|quote_end|> Chris questioned, his forehead wrinkled. \"What's that?\"\n\n\"Haw -- Haw!\" cackled Cilley, \"You are a country boy! Why -- the spectacle, where the players are. The theatre -- what else?\"\n\n\"Oh,\" Chris said shortly, and thought of television and the movies, and held his tongue. He was beginning to try to fit himself into two centuries before his own time.\n\n\"Yes,\" took up Cilley, \"so as I was saying, Mistress Boozer bein' young and flighty in them days, and rightful proud of the bonnet she had took so long to earn, wore it to the spectacle, together with her best gown.", "narrative_information_pred": {"questioned": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_05_dawson_64kb_20.flac", "original_index": 25}, {"text": "\"What's that?\"", "start_byte": 42743, "end_byte": 42757, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 202.72500122070312, "cut_end_time": 204.7400012207031, "narration": {"text": " Chris said shortly, and thought of television and the movies, and held his tongue. He was beginning to try to fit himself into two centuries before his own time.", "cut_start_time": 216.005, "cut_end_time": 225.16006249999998, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_05_dawson_64kb_21.flac"}, "context": "\"I shall get even with ye, I swear I will! For I would never want to hurt the feelin's of Becky Boozer, on my oath.\"\n\n\"I'll not tell, sir. Not to anyone,\" Chris assured him.\n\nNed Cilley seemed satisfied. \"Well now,\" hunching closer with his chair, \"It seems at long last she paid for that bonnet, and decided to wear it to the spectacle, that very afternoon.\"\n\n\"The spectacle?\" Chris questioned, his forehead wrinkled. <|quote_start|>\"What's that?\"<|quote_end|>\n\n\"Haw -- Haw!\" cackled Cilley, \"You are a country boy! Why -- the spectacle, where the players are. The theatre -- what else?\"\n\n\"Oh,\" Chris said shortly, and thought of television and the movies, and held his tongue. He was beginning to try to fit himself into two centuries before his own time.\n\n\"Yes,\" took up Cilley, \"so as I was saying, Mistress Boozer bein' young and flighty in them days, and rightful proud of the bonnet she had took so long to earn, wore it to the spectacle, together with her best gown.", "narrative_information_pred": {"questioned": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_05_dawson_64kb_21.flac", "original_index": 26}, {"text": "\"Haw -- Haw!", "start_byte": 42759, "end_byte": 42771, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 204.73499938964844, "cut_end_time": 205.95012438964844, "narration": {"text": " Chris said shortly, and thought of television and the movies, and held his tongue. He was beginning to try to fit himself into two centuries before his own time.", "cut_start_time": 216.005, "cut_end_time": 225.16006249999998, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_05_dawson_64kb_22.flac"}, "context": "\"I shall get even with ye, I swear I will! For I would never want to hurt the feelin's of Becky Boozer, on my oath.\"\n\n\"I'll not tell, sir. Not to anyone,\" Chris assured him.\n\nNed Cilley seemed satisfied. \"Well now,\" hunching closer with his chair, \"It seems at long last she paid for that bonnet, and decided to wear it to the spectacle, that very afternoon.\"\n\n\"The spectacle?\" Chris questioned, his forehead wrinkled. \"What's that?\"\n\n<|quote_start|>\"Haw -- Haw!\"<|quote_end|> cackled Cilley, \"You are a country boy! Why -- the spectacle, where the players are. The theatre -- what else?\"\n\n\"Oh,\" Chris said shortly, and thought of television and the movies, and held his tongue. He was beginning to try to fit himself into two centuries before his own time.\n\n\"Yes,\" took up Cilley, \"so as I was saying, Mistress Boozer bein' young and flighty in them days, and rightful proud of the bonnet she had took so long to earn, wore it to the spectacle, together with her best gown.", "narrative_information_pred": {"cackled": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_05_dawson_64kb_22.flac", "original_index": 27}, {"text": "\"You are a country boy! Why -- the spectacle, where the players are. The theatre -- what else?\"", "start_byte": 42789, "end_byte": 42884, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 207.33500732421874, "cut_end_time": 214.12006982421875, "narration": {"text": " Chris said shortly, and thought of television and the movies, and held his tongue. He was beginning to try to fit himself into two centuries before his own time.", "cut_start_time": 216.005, "cut_end_time": 225.16006249999998, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_05_dawson_64kb_23.flac"}, "context": "\"I shall get even with ye, I swear I will! For I would never want to hurt the feelin's of Becky Boozer, on my oath.\"\n\n\"I'll not tell, sir. Not to anyone,\" Chris assured him.\n\nNed Cilley seemed satisfied. \"Well now,\" hunching closer with his chair, \"It seems at long last she paid for that bonnet, and decided to wear it to the spectacle, that very afternoon.\"\n\n\"The spectacle?\" Chris questioned, his forehead wrinkled. \"What's that?\"\n\n\"Haw -- Haw!\" cackled Cilley, <|quote_start|>\"You are a country boy! Why -- the spectacle, where the players are. The theatre -- what else?\"<|quote_end|>\n\n\"Oh,\" Chris said shortly, and thought of television and the movies, and held his tongue. He was beginning to try to fit himself into two centuries before his own time.\n\n\"Yes,\" took up Cilley, \"so as I was saying, Mistress Boozer bein' young and flighty in them days, and rightful proud of the bonnet she had took so long to earn, wore it to the spectacle, together with her best gown.\n\n\"Now as you seem not acquainted with the theatre, me lad, let me tell you that we give it here in any hall standing vacant, and out of doors in fair weather, and we set the benches in rows for those that pay for seats.\"", "narrative_information_pred": {"cackled": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_05_dawson_64kb_23.flac", "original_index": 28}, {"text": "\"Now as you seem not acquainted with the theatre, me lad, let me tell you that we give it here in any hall standing vacant, and out of doors in fair weather, and we set the benches in rows for those that pay for seats.\"", "start_byte": 43272, "end_byte": 43491, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 238.1549981689453, "cut_end_time": 249.5800606689453, "narration": {"text": "He pulled out an evil-smelling clay pipe and stuffed it with tobacco, tamping it down with one grubby forefinger, and when it was well lit, pointed the stem at Chris by way of emphasis.", "cut_start_time": 250.12499633789062, "cut_end_time": 259.47005883789063, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_05_dawson_64kb_24.flac"}, "context": "\"You are a country boy! Why -- the spectacle, where the players are. The theatre -- what else?\"\n\n\"Oh,\" Chris said shortly, and thought of television and the movies, and held his tongue. He was beginning to try to fit himself into two centuries before his own time.\n\n\"Yes,\" took up Cilley, \"so as I was saying, Mistress Boozer bein' young and flighty in them days, and rightful proud of the bonnet she had took so long to earn, wore it to the spectacle, together with her best gown.\n\n<|quote_start|>\"Now as you seem not acquainted with the theatre, me lad, let me tell you that we give it here in any hall standing vacant, and out of doors in fair weather, and we set the benches in rows for those that pay for seats.\"<|quote_end|>\n\nHe pulled out an evil-smelling clay pipe and stuffed it with tobacco, tamping it down with one grubby forefinger, and when it was well lit, pointed the stem at Chris by way of emphasis.\n\n\"Mistress Becky gets herself a good place, on this occasion, and sits herself down, a-tossin' of her feathers and her flowers, and as proud as a peacock, every inch of her. The people pack the benches, and the performance then begins.\n\n\"Rightly -- \" and Cilley jabbed the pipestem at Chris -- \"Rightly, only ladies of quality wear such hats as Becky wore, and should they go to the spectacle -- which would be doubtful, for the crowd makes it no place for gentlewomen -- they would be sitting off apart, don't you see?", "narrative_information_pred": {}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_05_dawson_64kb_24.flac", "original_index": 31}, {"text": "\"Well, did she take it off?", "start_byte": 44870, "end_byte": 44897, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 329.5350024414063, "cut_end_time": 331.1000024414063, "narration": {"text": "He pulled out an evil-smelling clay pipe and stuffed it with tobacco, tamping it down with one grubby forefinger, and when it was well lit, pointed the stem at Chris by way of emphasis.", "cut_start_time": 250.12499633789062, "cut_end_time": 259.47005883789063, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_05_dawson_64kb_25.flac"}, "context": "\"But Becky sat spang in the center of the hall, and -- you've seen the hat? 'Tis big enough for two and no mistake, and spreads along as well as up -- well, the time came to begin. The players came out on the stage, a-speakin' of their parts and abrandishin' of their arms as they do, when all at once a gentleman sitting behind Becky Boozer leaned forward and asked her -- ever so polite -- 'Madam,' sez he, 'please be so good as to remove your bonnet!'\"\n\n[Illustration]\n\nHere Cilley leaned forward, one hand on his stomach to facilitate a bow, aping as best he could the speech and manners of a gentleman. In a flash he resumed his own character and turned to Chris.\n\n<|quote_start|>\"Well, did she take it off?\"<|quote_end|> Ned demanded of Chris, frowning with concentration. \"'Twas asked with rare politeness, anyone would agree to that.\" He shook his head solemnly. \"Why no, Master Christopher, that she did not! Our Becky had just paid the final pence upon that hat, and after a year, seven months and eighteen days, the hat was hers. She wanted all beholders to admire it. What cared she if the gentleman seated on the bench behind her saw more of her bonnet than of the play? In Becky Boozer's opinion, 'twas a more than fair exchange! So she tossed her head, did Becky, and deigned not even a reply.\"", "narrative_information_pred": {"demanded": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_05_dawson_64kb_25.flac", "original_index": 33}, {"text": "\"'Twas asked with rare politeness, anyone would agree to that.", "start_byte": 44951, "end_byte": 45013, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 334.3550122070313, "cut_end_time": 337.37001220703127, "narration": {"text": "He pulled out an evil-smelling clay pipe and stuffed it with tobacco, tamping it down with one grubby forefinger, and when it was well lit, pointed the stem at Chris by way of emphasis.", "cut_start_time": 250.12499633789062, "cut_end_time": 259.47005883789063, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_05_dawson_64kb_26.flac"}, "context": "\"But Becky sat spang in the center of the hall, and -- you've seen the hat? 'Tis big enough for two and no mistake, and spreads along as well as up -- well, the time came to begin. The players came out on the stage, a-speakin' of their parts and abrandishin' of their arms as they do, when all at once a gentleman sitting behind Becky Boozer leaned forward and asked her -- ever so polite -- 'Madam,' sez he, 'please be so good as to remove your bonnet!'\"\n\n[Illustration]\n\nHere Cilley leaned forward, one hand on his stomach to facilitate a bow, aping as best he could the speech and manners of a gentleman. In a flash he resumed his own character and turned to Chris.\n\n\"Well, did she take it off?\" Ned demanded of Chris, frowning with concentration. <|quote_start|>\"'Twas asked with rare politeness, anyone would agree to that.\"<|quote_end|> He shook his head solemnly. \"Why no, Master Christopher, that she did not! Our Becky had just paid the final pence upon that hat, and after a year, seven months and eighteen days, the hat was hers. She wanted all beholders to admire it. What cared she if the gentleman seated on the bench behind her saw more of her bonnet than of the play? In Becky Boozer's opinion, 'twas a more than fair exchange! So she tossed her head, did Becky, and deigned not even a reply.\"", "narrative_information_pred": {"demanded": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}, "frowning": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 8}, "solemnly": {"id": "1", "type": "adverb", "confidence": 9}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_05_dawson_64kb_26.flac", "original_index": 34}, {"text": "\"The poor gentleman says again,", "start_byte": 46268, "end_byte": 46299, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 409.1949926757813, "cut_end_time": 410.82011767578126, "narration": {"text": "He pulled out an evil-smelling clay pipe and stuffed it with tobacco, tamping it down with one grubby forefinger, and when it was well lit, pointed the stem at Chris by way of emphasis.", "cut_start_time": 250.12499633789062, "cut_end_time": 259.47005883789063, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_05_dawson_64kb_27.flac"}, "context": "Cilley tossed his own sun-bleached thatch and pursed up his mouth in imitation of Becky. Then, with another rapid change of grimace, he squinted up his eyes to signify the growing intensity of the situation, and leaning half-way across the table, shoved the dishes, pies, and pickles out of his way with his elbows. His deep voice sank to a husky whisper.\n\n\"So the performance went on, and never a glimpse of it did the poor gentleman see, seated as he was behind our Becky Boozer. So once more he bends forward and he speaks at her ear, urgent-like -- \"\n\nCilley's eyebrows rose and fell with his agitation. So strong was the grip of the story upon him that it was evident that he fancied himself at the play, and could see the whole thing before him as plain as day.\n\n<|quote_start|>\"The poor gentleman says again,\"<|quote_end|> he took up, \"'Madam,' he says, 'I beg of you -- please to be so kind! Nothing of the spectacle can I see! 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It's down the passage and to your right,\" Becky said, <|quote_start|>\"and knock before you go in!\"<|quote_end|>\n\nChris started off, but in the dusk of the passage he looked back in time to see Becky Boozer lost in tittering giggles and wild blushes as Master Cilley, reaching up as high as his arm would go, chucked her under the chin.\n\nCHAPTER 6\n\nChris stood for a moment before the closed door of Mr. Wicker's study. His head was full of the story of Becky Boozer's hat or he might have glimpsed the room beside him -- for the passage stopped at this point. Beyond the passage lay the dimly glimmering shop with its bow window at the far end, and the door to the street beside it. He might have been able, had he not been so intent on Becky's story, to slip past the dusty bales and cases and out into -- what? But Chris's head was ringing with Ned Cilley's tale, and with all the things, so different and so absorbing, that surrounded him. 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You shall know more of him.\"<|quote_end|>\n\n[Illustration]\n\nHe fell silent, observing the boy sitting on the edge of the big chair. Mr. Wicker looked, as if casually, at the clothes Chris now wore and which fitted him as though made to his measure. What he saw seemed to please the old man for he nodded his bald head and his wrinkles multiplied themselves across his face in a way Chris took to be his smile. At last he spoke again, and his voice was strangely gentle and kind. So kind that the forlornness Chris had momentarily forgotten at the mystery of his position, the puzzlement and lost feeling that reclaimed him instantly should he allow himself to wonder at how he could get back again into his own life and time, was reawakened by the something he heard in Mr. Wicker's voice. 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Mr. Wicker looked, as if casually, at the clothes Chris now wore and which fitted him as though made to his measure. What he saw seemed to please the old man for he nodded his bald head and his wrinkles multiplied themselves across his face in a way Chris took to be his smile. At last he spoke again, and his voice was strangely gentle and kind. So kind that the forlornness Chris had momentarily forgotten at the mystery of his position, the puzzlement and lost feeling that reclaimed him instantly should he allow himself to wonder at how he could get back again into his own life and time, was reawakened by the something he heard in Mr. Wicker's voice. The tears gathered in his throat and he had to swallow and cough several times before he could reply with any degree of clearness.\n\n[Illustration]\n\n<|quote_start|>\"Feel? Well -- all right, I guess, in a way. But there's a sort of spinning in my head and my stomach if I try to figure any of this out. I just don't get it.\"<|quote_end|> He shook his head dubiously. \"I feel alive all right, and the food tasted good just now, but how in the world can all the changes come about, or be? And there's something I should see to, at home -- \" All at once he needed desperately to know how his mother was, that morning. He stood up abruptly.\n\n\"If I can just go now, please?\" Chris asked politely but firmly. \"It's been very interesting, but I -- \"\n\nHis throat tightened up again and he made a helpless gesture with his hand, and looking toward the window, wondered if he could jump out into the flower beds and be off. Mr. Wicker's voice, soft but with such authority that one did not question it, came again, and it had a healing in its sound.", "narrative_information_pred": {"asked": {"id": "2", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}, "politely": {"id": "2", "type": "adverb", "confidence": 9}, "firmly": {"id": "2", "type": "adverb", "confidence": 9}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_06_dawson_64kb_10.flac", "original_index": 10}, {"text": "\"If I can just go now, please?", "start_byte": 55581, "end_byte": 55611, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 379.4549987792969, "cut_end_time": 382.3001237792969, "narration": {"text": " Mr. Wicker's eyebrows went up in an inverted V above his bright dark eyes.", "cut_start_time": 285.69499511718755, "cut_end_time": 290.35012011718754, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_06_dawson_64kb_11.flac"}, "context": "\"Feel? Well -- all right, I guess, in a way. But there's a sort of spinning in my head and my stomach if I try to figure any of this out. I just don't get it.\" He shook his head dubiously. \"I feel alive all right, and the food tasted good just now, but how in the world can all the changes come about, or be? And there's something I should see to, at home -- \" All at once he needed desperately to know how his mother was, that morning. He stood up abruptly.\n\n<|quote_start|>\"If I can just go now, please?\"<|quote_end|> Chris asked politely but firmly. \"It's been very interesting, but I -- \"\n\nHis throat tightened up again and he made a helpless gesture with his hand, and looking toward the window, wondered if he could jump out into the flower beds and be off. Mr. Wicker's voice, soft but with such authority that one did not question it, came again, and it had a healing in its sound.\n\n\"Sit down, Christopher my lad,\" he said, and his eyes were kind, intent and eager.", "narrative_information_pred": {"asked": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}, "politely": {"id": "1", "type": "adverb", "confidence": 9}, "firmly": {"id": "1", "type": "adverb", "confidence": 9}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_06_dawson_64kb_11.flac", "original_index": 11}, {"text": "\"Sit down, Christopher my lad,", "start_byte": 55984, "end_byte": 56014, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 400.69500122070315, "cut_end_time": 404.24000122070316, "narration": {"text": " he said, and his eyes were kind, intent and eager.", "cut_start_time": 404.5749987792969, "cut_end_time": 407.7200612792969, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_06_dawson_64kb_12.flac"}, "context": "\" He shook his head dubiously. \"I feel alive all right, and the food tasted good just now, but how in the world can all the changes come about, or be? And there's something I should see to, at home -- \" All at once he needed desperately to know how his mother was, that morning. He stood up abruptly.\n\n\"If I can just go now, please?\" Chris asked politely but firmly. \"It's been very interesting, but I -- \"\n\nHis throat tightened up again and he made a helpless gesture with his hand, and looking toward the window, wondered if he could jump out into the flower beds and be off. Mr. Wicker's voice, soft but with such authority that one did not question it, came again, and it had a healing in its sound.\n\n<|quote_start|>\"Sit down, Christopher my lad,\"<|quote_end|> he said, and his eyes were kind, intent and eager. \"We have much to talk of, you and I. But first, your mind and heart shall be put at ease. Do you know who I am?\"\n\nRestive and anxious to be off, Chris nevertheless found it necessary to reply.\n\n\"You sell old stuff. That's all I know,\" he answered, beginning to feel a trifle surly.\n\nMr. Wicker nodded, tapping his fingertips together. \"Yes,\" he agreed,", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_06_dawson_64kb_12.flac", "original_index": 12}, {"text": "\"We have much to talk of, you and I. But first, your mind and heart shall be put at ease. Do you know who I am?\"", "start_byte": 56067, "end_byte": 56179, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 408.3349987792969, "cut_end_time": 419.7100612792969, "narration": {"text": "Restive and anxious to be off, Chris nevertheless found it necessary to reply.", "cut_start_time": 420.305, "cut_end_time": 424.6200625, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_06_dawson_64kb_13.flac"}, "context": "\" Chris asked politely but firmly. \"It's been very interesting, but I -- \"\n\nHis throat tightened up again and he made a helpless gesture with his hand, and looking toward the window, wondered if he could jump out into the flower beds and be off. Mr. Wicker's voice, soft but with such authority that one did not question it, came again, and it had a healing in its sound.\n\n\"Sit down, Christopher my lad,\" he said, and his eyes were kind, intent and eager. <|quote_start|>\"We have much to talk of, you and I. But first, your mind and heart shall be put at ease. Do you know who I am?\"<|quote_end|>\n\nRestive and anxious to be off, Chris nevertheless found it necessary to reply.\n\n\"You sell old stuff. That's all I know,\" he answered, beginning to feel a trifle surly.\n\nMr. Wicker nodded, tapping his fingertips together. \"Yes,\" he agreed, \"I sell old things -- in your time. But now -- in this time, what do you know of me?\"\n\nAs he spoke there was a change of tone, as if a younger man was speaking, and in spite of his impatience to get home, Chris looked up sharply. Mr. Wicker was leaning forward, and Chris felt himself immovable under the vigor of those dark eyes.", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_06_dawson_64kb_13.flac", "original_index": 13}, {"text": "\"You sell old stuff. That's all I know,", "start_byte": 56261, "end_byte": 56300, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 425.1350048828125, "cut_end_time": 427.8100673828125, "narration": {"text": " he heard himself saying, not taking his eyes from those of the man before him.", "cut_start_time": 464.9449975585938, "cut_end_time": 469.6500600585938, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_06_dawson_64kb_14.flac"}, "context": "His throat tightened up again and he made a helpless gesture with his hand, and looking toward the window, wondered if he could jump out into the flower beds and be off. Mr. Wicker's voice, soft but with such authority that one did not question it, came again, and it had a healing in its sound.\n\n\"Sit down, Christopher my lad,\" he said, and his eyes were kind, intent and eager. \"We have much to talk of, you and I. But first, your mind and heart shall be put at ease. Do you know who I am?\"\n\nRestive and anxious to be off, Chris nevertheless found it necessary to reply.\n\n<|quote_start|>\"You sell old stuff. That's all I know,\"<|quote_end|> he answered, beginning to feel a trifle surly.\n\nMr. Wicker nodded, tapping his fingertips together. \"Yes,\" he agreed, \"I sell old things -- in your time. But now -- in this time, what do you know of me?\"\n\nAs he spoke there was a change of tone, as if a younger man was speaking, and in spite of his impatience to get home, Chris looked up sharply. Mr. Wicker was leaning forward, and Chris felt himself immovable under the vigor of those dark eyes.", "narrative_information_pred": {"answered": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_06_dawson_64kb_14.flac", "original_index": 14}, {"text": "\"I sell old things -- in your time. But now -- in this time, what do you know of me?\"", "start_byte": 56420, "end_byte": 56505, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 438.31499023437505, "cut_end_time": 449.41011523437504, "narration": {"text": " he heard himself saying, not taking his eyes from those of the man before him.", "cut_start_time": 464.9449975585938, "cut_end_time": 469.6500600585938, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_06_dawson_64kb_15.flac"}, "context": "\" he said, and his eyes were kind, intent and eager. \"We have much to talk of, you and I. But first, your mind and heart shall be put at ease. Do you know who I am?\"\n\nRestive and anxious to be off, Chris nevertheless found it necessary to reply.\n\n\"You sell old stuff. That's all I know,\" he answered, beginning to feel a trifle surly.\n\nMr. Wicker nodded, tapping his fingertips together. \"Yes,\" he agreed, <|quote_start|>\"I sell old things -- in your time. But now -- in this time, what do you know of me?\"<|quote_end|>\n\nAs he spoke there was a change of tone, as if a younger man was speaking, and in spite of his impatience to get home, Chris looked up sharply. Mr. Wicker was leaning forward, and Chris felt himself immovable under the vigor of those dark eyes.\n\n\"Nothing, sir,\" he heard himself saying, not taking his eyes from those of the man before him.\n\n\"I am a shipowner, Christopher, for one thing,\" Mr. Wicker drew a slow breath. \"A merchant trading in tobacco, cotton, corn, and flour. But I am also -- \" he paused as if to give Chris time to hear each word,", "narrative_information_pred": {"agreed": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_06_dawson_64kb_15.flac", "original_index": 16}, {"text": "\"I am a shipowner, Christopher, for one thing,", "start_byte": 56848, "end_byte": 56894, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 470.18498657226564, "cut_end_time": 473.67004907226567, "narration": {"text": " said Chris, whose only thought was still to get home but who admitted to himself a faint stir of curiosity.", "cut_start_time": 514.8950146484375, "cut_end_time": 521.8000771484375, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_06_dawson_64kb_16.flac"}, "context": "\"I sell old things -- in your time. But now -- in this time, what do you know of me?\"\n\nAs he spoke there was a change of tone, as if a younger man was speaking, and in spite of his impatience to get home, Chris looked up sharply. Mr. Wicker was leaning forward, and Chris felt himself immovable under the vigor of those dark eyes.\n\n\"Nothing, sir,\" he heard himself saying, not taking his eyes from those of the man before him.\n\n<|quote_start|>\"I am a shipowner, Christopher, for one thing,\"<|quote_end|> Mr. Wicker drew a slow breath. \"A merchant trading in tobacco, cotton, corn, and flour. But I am also -- \" he paused as if to give Chris time to hear each word, \"I am also quite a fine magician,\" said Mr. Wicker.\n\nChris leaned back, disappointed and scornful. \"Rabbits out of hats?\" he inquired.\n\n\"No, young man,\" Mr. Wicker answered with no show of annoyance, \"Not rabbits out of hats. That -- as you would say -- is for toddlers. Suppose I prove to you just how good?\"", "narrative_information_pred": {"drawn": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 8}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_06_dawson_64kb_16.flac", "original_index": 18}, {"text": "\"I am also quite a fine magician,", "start_byte": 57057, "end_byte": 57090, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 487.4249987792969, "cut_end_time": 491.2001237792969, "narration": {"text": " said Chris, whose only thought was still to get home but who admitted to himself a faint stir of curiosity.", "cut_start_time": 514.8950146484375, "cut_end_time": 521.8000771484375, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_06_dawson_64kb_17.flac"}, "context": "As he spoke there was a change of tone, as if a younger man was speaking, and in spite of his impatience to get home, Chris looked up sharply. Mr. Wicker was leaning forward, and Chris felt himself immovable under the vigor of those dark eyes.\n\n\"Nothing, sir,\" he heard himself saying, not taking his eyes from those of the man before him.\n\n\"I am a shipowner, Christopher, for one thing,\" Mr. Wicker drew a slow breath. \"A merchant trading in tobacco, cotton, corn, and flour. But I am also -- \" he paused as if to give Chris time to hear each word, <|quote_start|>\"I am also quite a fine magician,\"<|quote_end|> said Mr. Wicker.\n\nChris leaned back, disappointed and scornful. \"Rabbits out of hats?\" he inquired.\n\n\"No, young man,\" Mr. Wicker answered with no show of annoyance, \"Not rabbits out of hats. That -- as you would say -- is for toddlers. Suppose I prove to you just how good?\"\n\n\"Go ahead,\" said Chris, whose only thought was still to get home but who admitted to himself a faint stir of curiosity.\n\n\"Watch closely then", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_06_dawson_64kb_17.flac", "original_index": 19}, {"text": "\"Rabbits out of hats?", "start_byte": 57156, "end_byte": 57177, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 496.424990234375, "cut_end_time": 497.630115234375, "narration": {"text": " said Chris, whose only thought was still to get home but who admitted to himself a faint stir of curiosity.", "cut_start_time": 514.8950146484375, "cut_end_time": 521.8000771484375, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_06_dawson_64kb_18.flac"}, "context": "\"Nothing, sir,\" he heard himself saying, not taking his eyes from those of the man before him.\n\n\"I am a shipowner, Christopher, for one thing,\" Mr. Wicker drew a slow breath. \"A merchant trading in tobacco, cotton, corn, and flour. But I am also -- \" he paused as if to give Chris time to hear each word, \"I am also quite a fine magician,\" said Mr. Wicker.\n\nChris leaned back, disappointed and scornful. <|quote_start|>\"Rabbits out of hats?\"<|quote_end|> he inquired.\n\n\"No, young man,\" Mr. Wicker answered with no show of annoyance, \"Not rabbits out of hats. That -- as you would say -- is for toddlers. Suppose I prove to you just how good?\"\n\n\"Go ahead,\" said Chris, whose only thought was still to get home but who admitted to himself a faint stir of curiosity.\n\n\"Watch closely then,\" commanded Mr. Wicker. \"I have been in my twentieth-century shape so that you would recognize me. Now I shall regain my appearance of this time -- not a great change, I grant you, but there will be a difference. Watch me closely.\"", "narrative_information_pred": {"inquired": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_06_dawson_64kb_18.flac", "original_index": 20}, {"text": "\"No, young man,", "start_byte": 57193, "end_byte": 57208, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 499.68498535156255, "cut_end_time": 500.9501103515625, "narration": {"text": " said Chris, whose only thought was still to get home but who admitted to himself a faint stir of curiosity.", "cut_start_time": 514.8950146484375, "cut_end_time": 521.8000771484375, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_06_dawson_64kb_19.flac"}, "context": "\"Nothing, sir,\" he heard himself saying, not taking his eyes from those of the man before him.\n\n\"I am a shipowner, Christopher, for one thing,\" Mr. Wicker drew a slow breath. \"A merchant trading in tobacco, cotton, corn, and flour. But I am also -- \" he paused as if to give Chris time to hear each word, \"I am also quite a fine magician,\" said Mr. Wicker.\n\nChris leaned back, disappointed and scornful. \"Rabbits out of hats?\" he inquired.\n\n<|quote_start|>\"No, young man,\"<|quote_end|> Mr. Wicker answered with no show of annoyance, \"Not rabbits out of hats. That -- as you would say -- is for toddlers. Suppose I prove to you just how good?\"\n\n\"Go ahead,\" said Chris, whose only thought was still to get home but who admitted to himself a faint stir of curiosity.\n\n\"Watch closely then,\" commanded Mr. Wicker. \"I have been in my twentieth-century shape so that you would recognize me. Now I shall regain my appearance of this time -- not a great change, I grant you, but there will be a difference. Watch me closely.\"", "narrative_information_pred": {"answered": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_06_dawson_64kb_19.flac", "original_index": 21}, {"text": "\"Not rabbits out of hats. That -- as you would say -- is for toddlers. Suppose I prove to you just how good?\"", "start_byte": 57257, "end_byte": 57366, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 504.2750036621094, "cut_end_time": 512.9600036621094, "narration": {"text": " said Chris, whose only thought was still to get home but who admitted to himself a faint stir of curiosity.", "cut_start_time": 514.8950146484375, "cut_end_time": 521.8000771484375, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_06_dawson_64kb_20.flac"}, "context": "\"I am a shipowner, Christopher, for one thing,\" Mr. Wicker drew a slow breath. \"A merchant trading in tobacco, cotton, corn, and flour. But I am also -- \" he paused as if to give Chris time to hear each word, \"I am also quite a fine magician,\" said Mr. Wicker.\n\nChris leaned back, disappointed and scornful. \"Rabbits out of hats?\" he inquired.\n\n\"No, young man,\" Mr. Wicker answered with no show of annoyance, <|quote_start|>\"Not rabbits out of hats. That -- as you would say -- is for toddlers. Suppose I prove to you just how good?\"<|quote_end|>\n\n\"Go ahead,\" said Chris, whose only thought was still to get home but who admitted to himself a faint stir of curiosity.\n\n\"Watch closely then,\" commanded Mr. Wicker. \"I have been in my twentieth-century shape so that you would recognize me. Now I shall regain my appearance of this time -- not a great change, I grant you, but there will be a difference. Watch me closely.\"\n\nChris leaned forward in his chair. The room was well lit from three sides; sunlight and firelight mingled to wash Mr. Wicker in their joined apricot glow. Added to this, the two chairs -- Chris's and Mr. Wicker's -- were not more than four feet apart. Chris hunched forward yet a little more to lessen this space and watch for any movement, however swift. He had seen magicians before, he told himself.", "narrative_information_pred": {"answered": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}, "no": {"id": "1", "type": "adjective", "confidence": 9}, "show": {"id": "1", "type": "noun", "confidence": 8}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_06_dawson_64kb_20.flac", "original_index": 22}, {"text": "\"Watch closely then,", "start_byte": 57489, "end_byte": 57509, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 522.2950170898438, "cut_end_time": 523.8400170898437, "narration": {"text": " said Chris, whose only thought was still to get home but who admitted to himself a faint stir of curiosity.", "cut_start_time": 514.8950146484375, "cut_end_time": 521.8000771484375, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_06_dawson_64kb_21.flac"}, "context": "\"I am also quite a fine magician,\" said Mr. Wicker.\n\nChris leaned back, disappointed and scornful. \"Rabbits out of hats?\" he inquired.\n\n\"No, young man,\" Mr. Wicker answered with no show of annoyance, \"Not rabbits out of hats. That -- as you would say -- is for toddlers. Suppose I prove to you just how good?\"\n\n\"Go ahead,\" said Chris, whose only thought was still to get home but who admitted to himself a faint stir of curiosity.\n\n<|quote_start|>\"Watch closely then,\"<|quote_end|> commanded Mr. Wicker. \"I have been in my twentieth-century shape so that you would recognize me. Now I shall regain my appearance of this time -- not a great change, I grant you, but there will be a difference. Watch me closely.\"\n\nChris leaned forward in his chair. The room was well lit from three sides; sunlight and firelight mingled to wash Mr. Wicker in their joined apricot glow. Added to this, the two chairs -- Chris's and Mr. Wicker's -- were not more than four feet apart. Chris hunched forward yet a little more to lessen this space and watch for any movement, however swift. He had seen magicians before, he told himself.", "narrative_information_pred": {"commanded": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_06_dawson_64kb_21.flac", "original_index": 24}, {"text": "\"I have been in my twentieth-century shape so that you would recognize me. Now I shall regain my appearance of this time -- not a great change, I grant you, but there will be a difference. Watch me closely.\"", "start_byte": 57533, "end_byte": 57740, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 525.4849853515625, "cut_end_time": 537.7401103515625, "narration": {"text": " said Chris, whose only thought was still to get home but who admitted to himself a faint stir of curiosity.", "cut_start_time": 514.8950146484375, "cut_end_time": 521.8000771484375, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_06_dawson_64kb_22.flac"}, "context": "Chris leaned back, disappointed and scornful. \"Rabbits out of hats?\" he inquired.\n\n\"No, young man,\" Mr. Wicker answered with no show of annoyance, \"Not rabbits out of hats. That -- as you would say -- is for toddlers. Suppose I prove to you just how good?\"\n\n\"Go ahead,\" said Chris, whose only thought was still to get home but who admitted to himself a faint stir of curiosity.\n\n\"Watch closely then,\" commanded Mr. Wicker. <|quote_start|>\"I have been in my twentieth-century shape so that you would recognize me. Now I shall regain my appearance of this time -- not a great change, I grant you, but there will be a difference. Watch me closely.\"<|quote_end|>\n\nChris leaned forward in his chair. The room was well lit from three sides; sunlight and firelight mingled to wash Mr. Wicker in their joined apricot glow. Added to this, the two chairs -- Chris's and Mr. Wicker's -- were not more than four feet apart. Chris hunched forward yet a little more to lessen this space and watch for any movement, however swift. He had seen magicians before, he told himself.\n\nBut what he saw was so amazing that Chris's lips parted in astonishment and his eyes stared unblinkingly. For the tiny figure of the old man before him, wizened with age and wrinkled past belief, before his eyes shook off not ten or twenty years, but one hundred and fifty! It left him, while not a young man, middle-aged; a vigorous man of forty years. The face was smoothed out and firm; thick chestnut hair was caught back with a black ribbon bow. Dark eyebrows were level above the steady eyes.", "narrative_information_pred": {"commanded": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_06_dawson_64kb_22.flac", "original_index": 25}, {"text": "\"I don't believe it!", "start_byte": 58646, "end_byte": 58666, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 597.5649975585937, "cut_end_time": 600.0701225585938, "narration": {"text": " said Chris, whose only thought was still to get home but who admitted to himself a faint stir of curiosity.", "cut_start_time": 514.8950146484375, "cut_end_time": 521.8000771484375, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_06_dawson_64kb_23.flac"}, "context": "But what he saw was so amazing that Chris's lips parted in astonishment and his eyes stared unblinkingly. For the tiny figure of the old man before him, wizened with age and wrinkled past belief, before his eyes shook off not ten or twenty years, but one hundred and fifty! It left him, while not a young man, middle-aged; a vigorous man of forty years. The face was smoothed out and firm; thick chestnut hair was caught back with a black ribbon bow. Dark eyebrows were level above the steady eyes.\n\n<|quote_start|>\"I don't believe it!\"<|quote_end|> Chris breathed. \"You looked almost like a mummy, before. 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See if you can find me.\" And before Chris's eyes Mr. Wicker vanished into thin air.\n\nChris looked about and got up. He looked under the chairs, under the table, behind the curtains, up the chimney, up the spiral staircase, out the windows -- in short, everywhere and anywhere a man might hide, and in a great many places where it was impossible for him to be. 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He looked under the chairs, under the table, behind the curtains, up the chimney, up the spiral staircase, out the windows -- in short, everywhere and anywhere a man might hide, and in a great many places where it was impossible for him to be. Finally he stood in the middle of the room.", "narrative_information_pred": {"remarked": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_06_dawson_64kb_25.flac", "original_index": 28}, {"text": "\"Well yes,", "start_byte": 58989, "end_byte": 58999, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 623.8550268554687, "cut_end_time": 625.4200268554688, "narration": {"text": " he admitted, \"but maybe with make-up, or something -- \"", "cut_start_time": 626.2149877929688, "cut_end_time": 631.2100502929687, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_06_dawson_64kb_26.flac"}, "context": "But what he saw was so amazing that Chris's lips parted in astonishment and his eyes stared unblinkingly. For the tiny figure of the old man before him, wizened with age and wrinkled past belief, before his eyes shook off not ten or twenty years, but one hundred and fifty! It left him, while not a young man, middle-aged; a vigorous man of forty years. The face was smoothed out and firm; thick chestnut hair was caught back with a black ribbon bow. Dark eyebrows were level above the steady eyes.\n\n\"I don't believe it!\" Chris breathed. \"You looked almost like a mummy, before. And now -- \"\n\nMr. Wicker rose from his chair, and now he stood six feet, no longer wizened, no longer feeble.\n\n\"Fascinating, is it not?\" he remarked, with a sardonic smile. \"A good trick, do you not agree?\"\n\nChris sat looking at him, amazed but still incredulous. <|quote_start|>\"Well yes,\"<|quote_end|> he admitted, \"but maybe with make-up, or something -- \"\n\n\"Ah,\" said Mr. Wicker, and his voice was deeper and more vigorous too. \"Ah. Then we shall try another. See if you can find me.\" And before Chris's eyes Mr. Wicker vanished into thin air.\n\nChris looked about and got up. He looked under the chairs, under the table, behind the curtains, up the chimney, up the spiral staircase, out the windows -- in short, everywhere and anywhere a man might hide, and in a great many places where it was impossible for him to be. 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And now -- \"\n\nMr. Wicker rose from his chair, and now he stood six feet, no longer wizened, no longer feeble.\n\n\"Fascinating, is it not?\" he remarked, with a sardonic smile. \"A good trick, do you not agree?\"\n\nChris sat looking at him, amazed but still incredulous. \"Well yes,\" he admitted, \"but maybe with make-up, or something -- \"\n\n<|quote_start|>\"Ah,\"<|quote_end|> said Mr. Wicker, and his voice was deeper and more vigorous too. \"Ah. Then we shall try another. See if you can find me.\" And before Chris's eyes Mr. Wicker vanished into thin air.\n\nChris looked about and got up. He looked under the chairs, under the table, behind the curtains, up the chimney, up the spiral staircase, out the windows -- in short, everywhere and anywhere a man might hide, and in a great many places where it was impossible for him to be. 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In the meantime it remains a rare gift.\"", "narrative_information_pred": {}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_07_dawson_64kb_8.flac", "original_index": 11}, {"text": "\"Ah!", "start_byte": 63344, "end_byte": 63348, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 170.6150061035156, "cut_end_time": 172.10000610351562, "narration": {"text": "Chris had to grin back when he saw that Mr. Wicker was not laughing at him, but rather at the complexity of such mechanical things.", "cut_start_time": 158.25499633789062, "cut_end_time": 164.3700588378906, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_07_dawson_64kb_9.flac"}, "context": "\"It is,\" he agreed warmly, his eyes twinkling, \"Is it not? Very complicated. 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In the meantime it remains a rare gift.\"", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_07_dawson_64kb_9.flac", "original_index": 12}, {"text": "\"that faculty is also still in the future. In the meantime it remains a rare gift.\"", "start_byte": 63753, "end_byte": 63836, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 204.1450067138672, "cut_end_time": 210.9600067138672, "narration": {"text": "Mr. Wicker put out a lean strong hand and tapped Chris's knee.", "cut_start_time": 212.19499450683594, "cut_end_time": 216.40005700683594, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_07_dawson_64kb_10.flac"}, "context": "\"Ah!\" said Mr. Wicker in a tone of immense satisfaction, \"Quite so. You are just glad to be able to use and enjoy them. 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Well, then, my boy, the things I have just shown you, and what I am about to show you now, are parts of knowledge which are yet to be discovered and learned, in a time beyond your own. And the ability to move within Time -- within Time,\" Mr. Wicker stressed, leaning forward toward Chris, \"that faculty is also still in the future. In the meantime it remains a rare gift.\"\n\nMr. Wicker put out a lean strong hand and tapped Chris's knee.\n\n[Illustration]\n\n<|quote_start|>\"You have it, Christopher. You were born with the ability to move backward into time that has passed. Whether or not you will ever master the gift of moving into the future, that, of course\"<|quote_end|> -- Mr. Wicker shrugged -- \"is impossible to tell. You may. But for my purposes, that you have been able to return this far is enough.\" He looked searchingly at Chris. \"Have you understood what I have been saying up to now?\" he asked.\n\n\"I think so, sir,\" Chris answered slowly.\n\n\"This ability to move back and forth in Time,\" Mr. Wicker continued, \"is no more farfetched than the ability to send colored images and sound across the land into your own house, where you can see and hear them. It is something which, so far, and I mean, of course, in your time, has not yet been discovered. But it will be", "narrative_information_pred": {"asked": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_07_dawson_64kb_11.flac", "original_index": 15}, {"text": "\"is impossible to tell. You may. But for my purposes, that you have been able to return this far is enough.", "start_byte": 64135, "end_byte": 64242, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 231.08500488281248, "cut_end_time": 237.8400673828125, "narration": {"text": " mused Mr. Wicker thoughtfully, pulling at his underlip with thumb and forefinger.", "cut_start_time": 271.2450134277344, "cut_end_time": 275.6500134277344, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_07_dawson_64kb_12.flac"}, "context": "\" Mr. Wicker stressed, leaning forward toward Chris, \"that faculty is also still in the future. In the meantime it remains a rare gift.\"\n\nMr. Wicker put out a lean strong hand and tapped Chris's knee.\n\n[Illustration]\n\n\"You have it, Christopher. You were born with the ability to move backward into time that has passed. Whether or not you will ever master the gift of moving into the future, that, of course\" -- Mr. Wicker shrugged -- <|quote_start|>\"is impossible to tell. You may. But for my purposes, that you have been able to return this far is enough.\"<|quote_end|> He looked searchingly at Chris. \"Have you understood what I have been saying up to now?\" he asked.\n\n\"I think so, sir,\" Chris answered slowly.\n\n\"This ability to move back and forth in Time,\" Mr. Wicker continued, \"is no more farfetched than the ability to send colored images and sound across the land into your own house, where you can see and hear them. It is something which, so far, and I mean, of course, in your time, has not yet been discovered. But it will be", "narrative_information_pred": {"looked": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 9}, "searchingly": {"id": "1", "type": "adverb", "confidence": 9}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_07_dawson_64kb_12.flac", "original_index": 16}, {"text": "\"Have you understood what I have been saying up to now?", "start_byte": 64276, "end_byte": 64331, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 240.71500061035155, "cut_end_time": 243.05000061035156, "narration": {"text": " mused Mr. Wicker thoughtfully, pulling at his underlip with thumb and forefinger.", "cut_start_time": 271.2450134277344, "cut_end_time": 275.6500134277344, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_07_dawson_64kb_13.flac"}, "context": "Mr. Wicker put out a lean strong hand and tapped Chris's knee.\n\n[Illustration]\n\n\"You have it, Christopher. You were born with the ability to move backward into time that has passed. Whether or not you will ever master the gift of moving into the future, that, of course\" -- Mr. Wicker shrugged -- \"is impossible to tell. You may. But for my purposes, that you have been able to return this far is enough.\" He looked searchingly at Chris. <|quote_start|>\"Have you understood what I have been saying up to now?\"<|quote_end|> he asked.\n\n\"I think so, sir,\" Chris answered slowly.\n\n\"This ability to move back and forth in Time,\" Mr. Wicker continued, \"is no more farfetched than the ability to send colored images and sound across the land into your own house, where you can see and hear them. It is something which, so far, and I mean, of course, in your time, has not yet been discovered. But it will be,\" mused Mr. Wicker thoughtfully, pulling at his underlip with thumb and forefinger.", "narrative_information_pred": {"asked": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_07_dawson_64kb_13.flac", "original_index": 17}, {"text": "\"I think so, sir,", "start_byte": 64344, "end_byte": 64361, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 244.18500183105468, "cut_end_time": 246.16006433105468, "narration": {"text": " mused Mr. Wicker thoughtfully, pulling at his underlip with thumb and forefinger.", "cut_start_time": 271.2450134277344, "cut_end_time": 275.6500134277344, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_07_dawson_64kb_14.flac"}, "context": "[Illustration]\n\n\"You have it, Christopher. You were born with the ability to move backward into time that has passed. Whether or not you will ever master the gift of moving into the future, that, of course\" -- Mr. Wicker shrugged -- \"is impossible to tell. You may. But for my purposes, that you have been able to return this far is enough.\" He looked searchingly at Chris. \"Have you understood what I have been saying up to now?\" he asked.\n\n<|quote_start|>\"I think so, sir,\"<|quote_end|> Chris answered slowly.\n\n\"This ability to move back and forth in Time,\" Mr. Wicker continued, \"is no more farfetched than the ability to send colored images and sound across the land into your own house, where you can see and hear them. It is something which, so far, and I mean, of course, in your time, has not yet been discovered. But it will be,\" mused Mr. Wicker thoughtfully, pulling at his underlip with thumb and forefinger.", "narrative_information_pred": {"answered": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}, "slowly": {"id": "1", "type": "adverb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_07_dawson_64kb_14.flac", "original_index": 18}, {"text": "\"This ability to move back and forth in Time,", "start_byte": 64387, "end_byte": 64432, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 248.2149932861328, "cut_end_time": 251.8200557861328, "narration": {"text": " mused Mr. Wicker thoughtfully, pulling at his underlip with thumb and forefinger.", "cut_start_time": 271.2450134277344, "cut_end_time": 275.6500134277344, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_07_dawson_64kb_15.flac"}, "context": "\"You have it, Christopher. You were born with the ability to move backward into time that has passed. Whether or not you will ever master the gift of moving into the future, that, of course\" -- Mr. Wicker shrugged -- \"is impossible to tell. You may. But for my purposes, that you have been able to return this far is enough.\" He looked searchingly at Chris. \"Have you understood what I have been saying up to now?\" he asked.\n\n\"I think so, sir,\" Chris answered slowly.\n\n<|quote_start|>\"This ability to move back and forth in Time,\"<|quote_end|> Mr. Wicker continued, \"is no more farfetched than the ability to send colored images and sound across the land into your own house, where you can see and hear them. It is something which, so far, and I mean, of course, in your time, has not yet been discovered. But it will be,\" mused Mr. Wicker thoughtfully, pulling at his underlip with thumb and forefinger. \"Yes, it will be.\" He looked across at Chris as if returning from a great distance.", "narrative_information_pred": {"continued": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_07_dawson_64kb_15.flac", "original_index": 19}, {"text": "\"is no more farfetched than the ability to send colored images and sound across the land into your own house, where you can see and hear them. It is something which, so far, and I mean, of course, in your time, has not yet been discovered. But it will be,", "start_byte": 64456, "end_byte": 64711, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 253.59500244140625, "cut_end_time": 270.4200649414062, "narration": {"text": " mused Mr. Wicker thoughtfully, pulling at his underlip with thumb and forefinger.", "cut_start_time": 271.2450134277344, "cut_end_time": 275.6500134277344, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_07_dawson_64kb_16.flac"}, "context": "\"You have it, Christopher. You were born with the ability to move backward into time that has passed. Whether or not you will ever master the gift of moving into the future, that, of course\" -- Mr. Wicker shrugged -- \"is impossible to tell. You may. But for my purposes, that you have been able to return this far is enough.\" He looked searchingly at Chris. \"Have you understood what I have been saying up to now?\" he asked.\n\n\"I think so, sir,\" Chris answered slowly.\n\n\"This ability to move back and forth in Time,\" Mr. Wicker continued, <|quote_start|>\"is no more farfetched than the ability to send colored images and sound across the land into your own house, where you can see and hear them. It is something which, so far, and I mean, of course, in your time, has not yet been discovered. But it will be,\"<|quote_end|> mused Mr. Wicker thoughtfully, pulling at his underlip with thumb and forefinger. \"Yes, it will be.\" He looked across at Chris as if returning from a great distance. \"But until it has been it appears fantastic, does it not?\"\n\n\"It certainly does!\" Chris replied with fervor. \"If it weren't happening to me I wouldn't believe it!\"\n\n\"No,\" nodded Mr. Wicker, \"and I would not blame you. But now,\" he announced, rising and turning toward the table,", "narrative_information_pred": {"mused": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}, "thoughtfully": {"id": "1", "type": "adverb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_07_dawson_64kb_16.flac", "original_index": 20}, {"text": "\"Yes, it will be.", "start_byte": 64795, "end_byte": 64812, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 276.065, "cut_end_time": 277.53006250000004, "narration": {"text": " mused Mr. Wicker thoughtfully, pulling at his underlip with thumb and forefinger.", "cut_start_time": 271.2450134277344, "cut_end_time": 275.6500134277344, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_07_dawson_64kb_17.flac"}, "context": "\" Chris answered slowly.\n\n\"This ability to move back and forth in Time,\" Mr. Wicker continued, \"is no more farfetched than the ability to send colored images and sound across the land into your own house, where you can see and hear them. It is something which, so far, and I mean, of course, in your time, has not yet been discovered. But it will be,\" mused Mr. Wicker thoughtfully, pulling at his underlip with thumb and forefinger. <|quote_start|>\"Yes, it will be.\"<|quote_end|> He looked across at Chris as if returning from a great distance. \"But until it has been it appears fantastic, does it not?\"\n\n\"It certainly does!\" Chris replied with fervor. \"If it weren't happening to me I wouldn't believe it!\"\n\n\"No,\" nodded Mr. Wicker, \"and I would not blame you. But now,\" he announced, rising and turning toward the table, \"you must have your mind set at rest regarding your mother.\" He motioned for Chris to join him. \"You will need to know only once and they say -- \" he smiled down at the boy beside him \" -- they say that seeing is believing, so you shall see for yourself.\"", "narrative_information_pred": {"looked": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 8}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_07_dawson_64kb_17.flac", "original_index": 21}, {"text": "\"But until it has been it appears fantastic, does it not?\"", "start_byte": 64879, "end_byte": 64937, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 282.10498779296876, "cut_end_time": 286.3401127929688, "narration": {"text": "Mr. Wicker picked up the round-bellied silver pitcher and set it in front of Chris.", "cut_start_time": 320.5950036621094, "cut_end_time": 324.5400661621094, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_07_dawson_64kb_18.flac"}, "context": "\"is no more farfetched than the ability to send colored images and sound across the land into your own house, where you can see and hear them. It is something which, so far, and I mean, of course, in your time, has not yet been discovered. But it will be,\" mused Mr. Wicker thoughtfully, pulling at his underlip with thumb and forefinger. \"Yes, it will be.\" He looked across at Chris as if returning from a great distance. <|quote_start|>\"But until it has been it appears fantastic, does it not?\"<|quote_end|>\n\n\"It certainly does!\" Chris replied with fervor. \"If it weren't happening to me I wouldn't believe it!\"\n\n\"No,\" nodded Mr. Wicker, \"and I would not blame you. But now,\" he announced, rising and turning toward the table, \"you must have your mind set at rest regarding your mother.\" He motioned for Chris to join him. \"You will need to know only once and they say -- \" he smiled down at the boy beside him \" -- they say that seeing is believing, so you shall see for yourself.\"", "narrative_information_pred": {"mused": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}, "thoughtfully": {"id": "0", "type": "adverb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_07_dawson_64kb_18.flac", "original_index": 22}, {"text": "\"It certainly does!", "start_byte": 64939, "end_byte": 64958, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 287.09500976562504, "cut_end_time": 288.310009765625, "narration": {"text": "Mr. Wicker picked up the round-bellied silver pitcher and set it in front of Chris.", "cut_start_time": 320.5950036621094, "cut_end_time": 324.5400661621094, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_07_dawson_64kb_19.flac"}, "context": "\"is no more farfetched than the ability to send colored images and sound across the land into your own house, where you can see and hear them. It is something which, so far, and I mean, of course, in your time, has not yet been discovered. But it will be,\" mused Mr. Wicker thoughtfully, pulling at his underlip with thumb and forefinger. \"Yes, it will be.\" He looked across at Chris as if returning from a great distance. \"But until it has been it appears fantastic, does it not?\"\n\n<|quote_start|>\"It certainly does!\"<|quote_end|> Chris replied with fervor. \"If it weren't happening to me I wouldn't believe it!\"\n\n\"No,\" nodded Mr. Wicker, \"and I would not blame you. But now,\" he announced, rising and turning toward the table, \"you must have your mind set at rest regarding your mother.\" He motioned for Chris to join him. \"You will need to know only once and they say -- \" he smiled down at the boy beside him \" -- they say that seeing is believing, so you shall see for yourself.\"", "narrative_information_pred": {"replied": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}, "fervor": {"id": "1", "type": "noun", "confidence": 9}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_07_dawson_64kb_19.flac", "original_index": 23}, {"text": "\"If it weren't happening to me I wouldn't believe it!\"", "start_byte": 64987, "end_byte": 65041, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 290.494990234375, "cut_end_time": 292.710115234375, "narration": {"text": "Mr. Wicker picked up the round-bellied silver pitcher and set it in front of Chris.", "cut_start_time": 320.5950036621094, "cut_end_time": 324.5400661621094, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_07_dawson_64kb_20.flac"}, "context": "\"is no more farfetched than the ability to send colored images and sound across the land into your own house, where you can see and hear them. It is something which, so far, and I mean, of course, in your time, has not yet been discovered. But it will be,\" mused Mr. Wicker thoughtfully, pulling at his underlip with thumb and forefinger. \"Yes, it will be.\" He looked across at Chris as if returning from a great distance. \"But until it has been it appears fantastic, does it not?\"\n\n\"It certainly does!\" Chris replied with fervor. <|quote_start|>\"If it weren't happening to me I wouldn't believe it!\"<|quote_end|>\n\n\"No,\" nodded Mr. Wicker, \"and I would not blame you. But now,\" he announced, rising and turning toward the table, \"you must have your mind set at rest regarding your mother.\" He motioned for Chris to join him. \"You will need to know only once and they say -- \" he smiled down at the boy beside him \" -- they say that seeing is believing, so you shall see for yourself.\"\n\nMr. Wicker picked up the round-bellied silver pitcher and set it in front of Chris.", "narrative_information_pred": {"replied": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}, "fervor": {"id": "1", "type": "noun", "confidence": 9}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_07_dawson_64kb_20.flac", "original_index": 24}, {"text": "\"and I would not blame you. But now,", "start_byte": 65068, "end_byte": 65104, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 296.1850134277344, "cut_end_time": 299.3000759277344, "narration": {"text": "Mr. Wicker picked up the round-bellied silver pitcher and set it in front of Chris.", "cut_start_time": 320.5950036621094, "cut_end_time": 324.5400661621094, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_07_dawson_64kb_21.flac"}, "context": "\"is no more farfetched than the ability to send colored images and sound across the land into your own house, where you can see and hear them. It is something which, so far, and I mean, of course, in your time, has not yet been discovered. But it will be,\" mused Mr. Wicker thoughtfully, pulling at his underlip with thumb and forefinger. \"Yes, it will be.\" He looked across at Chris as if returning from a great distance. \"But until it has been it appears fantastic, does it not?\"\n\n\"It certainly does!\" Chris replied with fervor. \"If it weren't happening to me I wouldn't believe it!\"\n\n\"No,\" nodded Mr. Wicker, <|quote_start|>\"and I would not blame you. But now,\"<|quote_end|> he announced, rising and turning toward the table, \"you must have your mind set at rest regarding your mother.\" He motioned for Chris to join him. \"You will need to know only once and they say -- \" he smiled down at the boy beside him \" -- they say that seeing is believing, so you shall see for yourself.\"\n\nMr. Wicker picked up the round-bellied silver pitcher and set it in front of Chris.\n\n\"They say too,\" Mr. Wicker said scornfully,", "narrative_information_pred": {"announced": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_07_dawson_64kb_21.flac", "original_index": 26}, {"text": "\"you must have your mind set at rest regarding your mother.", "start_byte": 65157, "end_byte": 65216, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 302.3549951171875, "cut_end_time": 305.98012011718754, "narration": {"text": "Mr. Wicker picked up the round-bellied silver pitcher and set it in front of Chris.", "cut_start_time": 320.5950036621094, "cut_end_time": 324.5400661621094, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_07_dawson_64kb_22.flac"}, "context": "\" mused Mr. Wicker thoughtfully, pulling at his underlip with thumb and forefinger. \"Yes, it will be.\" He looked across at Chris as if returning from a great distance. \"But until it has been it appears fantastic, does it not?\"\n\n\"It certainly does!\" Chris replied with fervor. \"If it weren't happening to me I wouldn't believe it!\"\n\n\"No,\" nodded Mr. Wicker, \"and I would not blame you. But now,\" he announced, rising and turning toward the table, <|quote_start|>\"you must have your mind set at rest regarding your mother.\"<|quote_end|> He motioned for Chris to join him. \"You will need to know only once and they say -- \" he smiled down at the boy beside him \" -- they say that seeing is believing, so you shall see for yourself.\"\n\nMr. Wicker picked up the round-bellied silver pitcher and set it in front of Chris.\n\n\"They say too,\" Mr. Wicker said scornfully, \"that crystal balls are the things to look into. Perfect tommyrot. This will do equally well. Look and see.\"", "narrative_information_pred": {"announced": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_07_dawson_64kb_22.flac", "original_index": 27}, {"text": "\"They say too,", "start_byte": 65499, "end_byte": 65513, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 325.66500366210937, "cut_end_time": 326.9000036621094, "narration": {"text": " his Aunt Rachel cried, and covering her face with her hands, she burst into tears.", "cut_start_time": 392.4749987792969, "cut_end_time": 396.80006127929687, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_07_dawson_64kb_23.flac"}, "context": "\"and I would not blame you. But now,\" he announced, rising and turning toward the table, \"you must have your mind set at rest regarding your mother.\" He motioned for Chris to join him. \"You will need to know only once and they say -- \" he smiled down at the boy beside him \" -- they say that seeing is believing, so you shall see for yourself.\"\n\nMr. Wicker picked up the round-bellied silver pitcher and set it in front of Chris.\n\n<|quote_start|>\"They say too,\"<|quote_end|> Mr. Wicker said scornfully, \"that crystal balls are the things to look into. Perfect tommyrot. This will do equally well. Look and see.\"\n\nChris bent to peer at the polished silver side of the pitcher. At first, it shone as no doubt it always did from Becky Boozer's powerful rubbing. Then, as he watched, the rounded side of the pitcher misted over, as if it had been filled with ice water. Next, the center of the misted portion cleared away, and as it cleared a picture formed, welling up into his sight as if from within the pitcher through the silver of its sides.", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}, "scornfully": {"id": "1", "type": "adverb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_07_dawson_64kb_23.flac", "original_index": 28}, {"text": "\"that crystal balls are the things to look into. Perfect tommyrot. This will do equally well. 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Look and see.\"<|quote_end|>\n\nChris bent to peer at the polished silver side of the pitcher. At first, it shone as no doubt it always did from Becky Boozer's powerful rubbing. Then, as he watched, the rounded side of the pitcher misted over, as if it had been filled with ice water. Next, the center of the misted portion cleared away, and as it cleared a picture formed, welling up into his sight as if from within the pitcher through the silver of its sides.\n\nWhat Chris saw was a hospital room. On a white bed lay his mother, and beside her were his Aunt Rachel and a white-coated man Chris took to be a doctor. Then, as if inside his head, for he was not conscious of sound within the room which had grown deeply still, he heard voices and words, and saw the lips of the doctor and his Aunt Rachel move.", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}, "scornfully": {"id": "1", "type": "adverb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_07_dawson_64kb_24.flac", "original_index": 29}, {"text": "\"The turn has come. She will pull through, but she will need watchful care.\"", "start_byte": 66449, "end_byte": 66525, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 384.0449890136719, "cut_end_time": 388.74011401367187, "narration": {"text": " his Aunt Rachel cried, and covering her face with her hands, she burst into tears.", "cut_start_time": 392.4749987792969, "cut_end_time": 396.80006127929687, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_07_dawson_64kb_25.flac"}, "context": "Chris bent to peer at the polished silver side of the pitcher. At first, it shone as no doubt it always did from Becky Boozer's powerful rubbing. Then, as he watched, the rounded side of the pitcher misted over, as if it had been filled with ice water. Next, the center of the misted portion cleared away, and as it cleared a picture formed, welling up into his sight as if from within the pitcher through the silver of its sides.\n\nWhat Chris saw was a hospital room. On a white bed lay his mother, and beside her were his Aunt Rachel and a white-coated man Chris took to be a doctor. Then, as if inside his head, for he was not conscious of sound within the room which had grown deeply still, he heard voices and words, and saw the lips of the doctor and his Aunt Rachel move.\n\nThe doctor said, <|quote_start|>\"The turn has come. She will pull through, but she will need watchful care.\"<|quote_end|>\n\n\"Oh, thank God! Thank God!\" his Aunt Rachel cried, and covering her face with her hands, she burst into tears.\n\nThe scene misted over once again and when it cleared, the pitcher was merely a pitcher on a table in Mr. Wicker's room. Chris looked up at the man who regarded him gravely.\n\n\"Is that a trick too?\" he asked. \"Just to make me stay?\" he demanded more loudly.\n\n\"No, son,\" the man replied, and his eyes confirmed his words.", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_07_dawson_64kb_25.flac", "original_index": 30}, {"text": "\"Oh, thank God! 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Chris looked up at the man who regarded him gravely.\n\n<|quote_start|>\"Is that a trick too?\"<|quote_end|> he asked. \"Just to make me stay?\" he demanded more loudly.\n\n\"No, son,\" the man replied, and his eyes confirmed his words. \"That is how it really is. My word of honor.\"\n\nAnd to Chris's great surprise, all at once he felt tears on his cheeks while simultaneously a great lightness invaded him, and a wild wish to laugh.\n\nMr. Wicker poured him a glass of water and held it out.\n\n\"Drink this,\" he said. \"All is well. You can be at peace. 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Thank God!\" his Aunt Rachel cried, and covering her face with her hands, she burst into tears.\n\nThe scene misted over once again and when it cleared, the pitcher was merely a pitcher on a table in Mr. Wicker's room. Chris looked up at the man who regarded him gravely.\n\n\"Is that a trick too?\" he asked. <|quote_start|>\"Just to make me stay?\"<|quote_end|> he demanded more loudly.\n\n\"No, son,\" the man replied, and his eyes confirmed his words. \"That is how it really is. My word of honor.\"\n\nAnd to Chris's great surprise, all at once he felt tears on his cheeks while simultaneously a great lightness invaded him, and a wild wish to laugh.\n\nMr. Wicker poured him a glass of water and held it out.\n\n\"Drink this,\" he said. \"All is well. You can be at peace. 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Thank God!\" his Aunt Rachel cried, and covering her face with her hands, she burst into tears.\n\nThe scene misted over once again and when it cleared, the pitcher was merely a pitcher on a table in Mr. Wicker's room. Chris looked up at the man who regarded him gravely.\n\n\"Is that a trick too?\" he asked. \"Just to make me stay?\" he demanded more loudly.\n\n\"No, son,\" the man replied, and his eyes confirmed his words. <|quote_start|>\"That is how it really is. My word of honor.\"<|quote_end|>\n\nAnd to Chris's great surprise, all at once he felt tears on his cheeks while simultaneously a great lightness invaded him, and a wild wish to laugh.\n\nMr. Wicker poured him a glass of water and held it out.\n\n\"Drink this,\" he said. \"All is well. You can be at peace. And now,\" he went on in a brisker tone, replacing the glass Chris had drained, \"let us begin our talk.\"\n\nCHAPTER 8\n\nChris returned happily to his chair and curled up in it as if he were at home. Even Mr. Wicker's expression seemed to have changed, and as a matter of fact it had, for the relief and portion of content that showed now in the boy's face, was reflected in some measure in that of the man. Before seating himself Mr. Wicker rang a silver bell on the tray by the pitcher. In a moment Becky Boozer knocked on the door and stuck her gigantic hat through the opening.", "narrative_information_pred": {"replied": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_07_dawson_64kb_30.flac", "original_index": 35}]}

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But these are troubled times. A revolution has had the land in its grasp. Times are bad, and this vast land is now convulsed with the birth throes of democracy. Money is hard to come by, and much needed, for General Washington's troops were farmers called away from their harvesting or sowing. The period of healing, for them and for the land, will be long and costly.\"\n\nHe paused to sip his coffee and then put the cup down.\n\n<|quote_start|>\"Destruction is so fast, and to construct and build,\"<|quote_end|> Mr. Wicker said, staring at the fire, \"that is what is slow.\" He turned to Chris. \"Without financial help, without money for the beginning of this new land and this new government that is struggling to be born, this free place and this fine democratic experiment will fail. I know a way to save it, and you have been sent back into the past from our future -- my future and yours, and that of the land -- to help us and make it real. 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This wonderful object is the Jewel Tree belonging to the Princess of China.\"", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_08_dawson_64kb_7.flac", "original_index": 11}, {"text": "\"Listen closely,", "start_byte": 70885, "end_byte": 70901, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 230.97499938964845, "cut_end_time": 232.09006188964844, "narration": {"text": "The two hands, large and small, were firm, one in the other, and Chris felt a new power coming to him from the man whose hand he grasped.", "cut_start_time": 222.385, "cut_end_time": 230.28, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_08_dawson_64kb_8.flac"}, "context": "\"Oh, yes sir! You bet! If I can, I'll help!\"\n\nMr. Wicker's face expressed his satisfaction. He rose too and held out his hand.\n\n\"I knew you would,\" he said. \"It had to be, for it could be no other way. But there is always doubt. 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And flowers and fruit -- much like your orange trees -- bear both their fruit and flowers at the same time.\"", "narrative_information_pred": {"went": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_08_dawson_64kb_11.flac", "original_index": 15}, {"text": "\"This growing tree is made of jewels; leaves and flowers and even seeded fruit. The leaves are emeralds; the flowers, diamonds and sapphires; the fruits, huge rubies seeded thick with pearls. 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This wonderful object is the Jewel Tree belonging to the Princess of China.\"\n\nChris waited, listening.\n\n\"This Jewel Tree,\" Mr. Wicker went on, \"is a tree that grows, that puts out leaves and flowers and bears fruit, but here is the wonder of it,\" and he bent his piercing eyes on Chris's intent face. <|quote_start|>\"This growing tree is made of jewels; leaves and flowers and even seeded fruit. The leaves are emeralds; the flowers, diamonds and sapphires; the fruits, huge rubies seeded thick with pearls. Imagine such a treasure if you can!\"<|quote_end|> He spread his arms wide and Chris's eyes were shining with excitement.\n\n\"Imagine the possession of such a plant!\" Mr. Wicker went on. \"Break off a branch of it -- another grows. 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And flowers and fruit -- much like your orange trees -- bear both their fruit and flowers at the same time.\"\n\nThey sat down again, the better to continue their conversation.\n\n\"The taking of such a prize would be hard enough,\" Mr. Wicker continued, \"for it is well guarded. But there is a greater hazard.\" He rose from his chair to walk about in his nervousness and eagerness at what lay ahead. Then he went on.", "narrative_information_pred": {"went": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_08_dawson_64kb_13.flac", "original_index": 17}, {"text": "\"Break off a branch of it -- another grows. 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Too well", "narrative_information_pred": {"went": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_08_dawson_64kb_14.flac", "original_index": 18}, {"text": "\"The taking of such a prize would be hard enough,", "start_byte": 72042, "end_byte": 72091, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 304.6149987792969, "cut_end_time": 306.4801237792969, "narration": {"text": " He rose from his chair to walk about in his nervousness and eagerness at what lay ahead. Then he went on.", "cut_start_time": 312.2649926757813, "cut_end_time": 317.58011767578125, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_08_dawson_64kb_15.flac"}, "context": "\"This growing tree is made of jewels; leaves and flowers and even seeded fruit. The leaves are emeralds; the flowers, diamonds and sapphires; the fruits, huge rubies seeded thick with pearls. Imagine such a treasure if you can!\" He spread his arms wide and Chris's eyes were shining with excitement.\n\n\"Imagine the possession of such a plant!\" Mr. Wicker went on. \"Break off a branch of it -- another grows. And flowers and fruit -- much like your orange trees -- bear both their fruit and flowers at the same time.\"\n\nThey sat down again, the better to continue their conversation.\n\n<|quote_start|>\"The taking of such a prize would be hard enough,\"<|quote_end|> Mr. Wicker continued, \"for it is well guarded. But there is a greater hazard.\" He rose from his chair to walk about in his nervousness and eagerness at what lay ahead. Then he went on.\n\n\"There is a man here, posing as a merchant. Claggett Chew. You will see him in the town when you walk there, which you shall do, presently. But he has some magic powers, and knows me well. Too well.\" Mr. Wicker shook his head and his eyes became slits of rage.", "narrative_information_pred": {"continued": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_08_dawson_64kb_15.flac", "original_index": 19}, {"text": "\"for it is well guarded. But there is a greater hazard.", "start_byte": 72115, "end_byte": 72170, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 308.0949963378906, "cut_end_time": 311.16005883789063, "narration": {"text": " He rose from his chair to walk about in his nervousness and eagerness at what lay ahead. Then he went on.", "cut_start_time": 312.2649926757813, "cut_end_time": 317.58011767578125, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_08_dawson_64kb_16.flac"}, "context": "\"This growing tree is made of jewels; leaves and flowers and even seeded fruit. The leaves are emeralds; the flowers, diamonds and sapphires; the fruits, huge rubies seeded thick with pearls. Imagine such a treasure if you can!\" He spread his arms wide and Chris's eyes were shining with excitement.\n\n\"Imagine the possession of such a plant!\" Mr. Wicker went on. \"Break off a branch of it -- another grows. And flowers and fruit -- much like your orange trees -- bear both their fruit and flowers at the same time.\"\n\nThey sat down again, the better to continue their conversation.\n\n\"The taking of such a prize would be hard enough,\" Mr. Wicker continued, <|quote_start|>\"for it is well guarded. But there is a greater hazard.\"<|quote_end|> He rose from his chair to walk about in his nervousness and eagerness at what lay ahead. Then he went on.\n\n\"There is a man here, posing as a merchant. Claggett Chew. You will see him in the town when you walk there, which you shall do, presently. But he has some magic powers, and knows me well. 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He heard of it, by power of magic certainly, for it is a secret so well guarded that those who carry knowledge of it -- all but myself, up to this time -- all others have died before they could make use of it. You can well imagine", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_08_dawson_64kb_17.flac", "original_index": 21}, {"text": "\"We have been enemies for long,", "start_byte": 72540, "end_byte": 72571, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 334.0350134277344, "cut_end_time": 335.6700759277344, "narration": {"text": " He rose from his chair to walk about in his nervousness and eagerness at what lay ahead. Then he went on.", "cut_start_time": 312.2649926757813, "cut_end_time": 317.58011767578125, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_08_dawson_64kb_18.flac"}, "context": "\"for it is well guarded. But there is a greater hazard.\" He rose from his chair to walk about in his nervousness and eagerness at what lay ahead. Then he went on.\n\n\"There is a man here, posing as a merchant. Claggett Chew. You will see him in the town when you walk there, which you shall do, presently. But he has some magic powers, and knows me well. Too well.\" Mr. Wicker shook his head and his eyes became slits of rage. <|quote_start|>\"We have been enemies for long,\"<|quote_end|> said Mr. Wicker, \"but he has yet to get the better of me.\"\n\n\"Is he after the Jewel Tree too?\" Chris wanted to know.\n\n\"He is. He heard of it, by power of magic certainly, for it is a secret so well guarded that those who carry knowledge of it -- all but myself, up to this time -- all others have died before they could make use of it. You can well imagine,\" Mr. Wicker enlarged, turning his gaze on Chris,", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_08_dawson_64kb_18.flac", "original_index": 22}, {"text": "\"but he has yet to get the better of me.\"", "start_byte": 72590, "end_byte": 72631, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 337.7349853515625, "cut_end_time": 339.6000478515625, "narration": {"text": " He rose from his chair to walk about in his nervousness and eagerness at what lay ahead. Then he went on.", "cut_start_time": 312.2649926757813, "cut_end_time": 317.58011767578125, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_08_dawson_64kb_19.flac"}, "context": "\" He rose from his chair to walk about in his nervousness and eagerness at what lay ahead. Then he went on.\n\n\"There is a man here, posing as a merchant. Claggett Chew. You will see him in the town when you walk there, which you shall do, presently. But he has some magic powers, and knows me well. Too well.\" Mr. Wicker shook his head and his eyes became slits of rage. \"We have been enemies for long,\" said Mr. Wicker, <|quote_start|>\"but he has yet to get the better of me.\"<|quote_end|>\n\n\"Is he after the Jewel Tree too?\" Chris wanted to know.\n\n\"He is. He heard of it, by power of magic certainly, for it is a secret so well guarded that those who carry knowledge of it -- all but myself, up to this time -- all others have died before they could make use of it. You can well imagine,\" Mr. Wicker enlarged, turning his gaze on Chris, \"that a treasure that replenishes itself is beyond price. The Chinese Emperor knows it well. So do the guards about his palaces, and so does Claggett Chew.\"", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_08_dawson_64kb_19.flac", "original_index": 23}, {"text": "\"Is he after the Jewel Tree too?", "start_byte": 72633, "end_byte": 72665, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 340.8349938964844, "cut_end_time": 342.4101188964844, "narration": {"text": " He rose from his chair to walk about in his nervousness and eagerness at what lay ahead. Then he went on.", "cut_start_time": 312.2649926757813, "cut_end_time": 317.58011767578125, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_08_dawson_64kb_20.flac"}, "context": "\" He rose from his chair to walk about in his nervousness and eagerness at what lay ahead. Then he went on.\n\n\"There is a man here, posing as a merchant. Claggett Chew. You will see him in the town when you walk there, which you shall do, presently. But he has some magic powers, and knows me well. Too well.\" Mr. Wicker shook his head and his eyes became slits of rage. \"We have been enemies for long,\" said Mr. Wicker, \"but he has yet to get the better of me.\"\n\n<|quote_start|>\"Is he after the Jewel Tree too?\"<|quote_end|> Chris wanted to know.\n\n\"He is. He heard of it, by power of magic certainly, for it is a secret so well guarded that those who carry knowledge of it -- all but myself, up to this time -- all others have died before they could make use of it. You can well imagine,\" Mr. Wicker enlarged, turning his gaze on Chris, \"that a treasure that replenishes itself is beyond price. The Chinese Emperor knows it well. So do the guards about his palaces, and so does Claggett Chew.\"", "narrative_information_pred": {"wanted": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 9}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_08_dawson_64kb_20.flac", "original_index": 24}, {"text": "\"He is. He heard of it, by power of magic certainly, for it is a secret so well guarded that those who carry knowledge of it -- all but myself, up to this time -- all others have died before they could make use of it. You can well imagine,", "start_byte": 72690, "end_byte": 72929, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 343.9850134277344, "cut_end_time": 357.3500759277344, "narration": {"text": " He rose from his chair to walk about in his nervousness and eagerness at what lay ahead. Then he went on.", "cut_start_time": 312.2649926757813, "cut_end_time": 317.58011767578125, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_08_dawson_64kb_21.flac"}, "context": "\"There is a man here, posing as a merchant. Claggett Chew. You will see him in the town when you walk there, which you shall do, presently. But he has some magic powers, and knows me well. Too well.\" Mr. Wicker shook his head and his eyes became slits of rage. \"We have been enemies for long,\" said Mr. Wicker, \"but he has yet to get the better of me.\"\n\n\"Is he after the Jewel Tree too?\" Chris wanted to know.\n\n<|quote_start|>\"He is. He heard of it, by power of magic certainly, for it is a secret so well guarded that those who carry knowledge of it -- all but myself, up to this time -- all others have died before they could make use of it. You can well imagine,\"<|quote_end|> Mr. Wicker enlarged, turning his gaze on Chris, \"that a treasure that replenishes itself is beyond price. The Chinese Emperor knows it well. So do the guards about his palaces, and so does Claggett Chew.\"\n\nMr. Wicker strode about, striking the closed fist of one hand into the palm of the other, and Chris scrambled out of his chair to stand watching the pacing figure. And it came to Chris as he followed with his eyes the black swinging coat, the silver-buckled black knee breeches, the neat white stock and black-brocaded waistcoat of the magician, it came to him that he had a great confidence and affection for this man. Even knowing him as little as he did, having to take so much on trust, still, in Chris's mind there was no smallest grain of doubt, suspicion, or distrust. He knew, without having to think it out, that Mr. Wicker was a great man, great in knowledge and in heart. Reliable and kind and wise. In that moment Chris put his whole faith in a man he had not known yet for a day.", "narrative_information_pred": {"enlarged": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_08_dawson_64kb_21.flac", "original_index": 25}, {"text": "\"that a treasure that replenishes itself is beyond price. The Chinese Emperor knows it well. So do the guards about his palaces, and so does Claggett Chew.\"", "start_byte": 72979, "end_byte": 73135, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 361.29498657226566, "cut_end_time": 371.81004907226566, "narration": {"text": "Mr. Wicker gave Chris's shoulder a little shake of pride and acceptance.", "cut_start_time": 477.825009765625, "cut_end_time": 481.630009765625, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_08_dawson_64kb_22.flac"}, "context": "\" said Mr. Wicker, \"but he has yet to get the better of me.\"\n\n\"Is he after the Jewel Tree too?\" Chris wanted to know.\n\n\"He is. He heard of it, by power of magic certainly, for it is a secret so well guarded that those who carry knowledge of it -- all but myself, up to this time -- all others have died before they could make use of it. You can well imagine,\" Mr. Wicker enlarged, turning his gaze on Chris, <|quote_start|>\"that a treasure that replenishes itself is beyond price. The Chinese Emperor knows it well. So do the guards about his palaces, and so does Claggett Chew.\"<|quote_end|>\n\nMr. Wicker strode about, striking the closed fist of one hand into the palm of the other, and Chris scrambled out of his chair to stand watching the pacing figure. And it came to Chris as he followed with his eyes the black swinging coat, the silver-buckled black knee breeches, the neat white stock and black-brocaded waistcoat of the magician, it came to him that he had a great confidence and affection for this man. Even knowing him as little as he did, having to take so much on trust, still, in Chris's mind there was no smallest grain of doubt, suspicion, or distrust. He knew, without having to think it out, that Mr. Wicker was a great man, great in knowledge and in heart. Reliable and kind and wise. 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And it came to Chris as he followed with his eyes the black swinging coat, the silver-buckled black knee breeches, the neat white stock and black-brocaded waistcoat of the magician, it came to him that he had a great confidence and affection for this man. Even knowing him as little as he did, having to take so much on trust, still, in Chris's mind there was no smallest grain of doubt, suspicion, or distrust. He knew, without having to think it out, that Mr. Wicker was a great man, great in knowledge and in heart. Reliable and kind and wise. In that moment Chris put his whole faith in a man he had not known yet for a day.\n\n[Illustration]\n\n<|quote_start|>\"There is one way,\"<|quote_end|> Mr. Wicker said, wheeling about and standing still, \"and that is where I need your help.\" He strode back across the room towards Chris. \"This villain, Claggett Chew -- for that is what he is, no better -- this villain knows me and he knows my power. But if my power were in a boy -- a lad he never would suspect -- then -- \" Mr. Wicker put both hands on Chris's shoulders and looked searchingly at him -- \"then only would we have an opportunity to seize the Jewel Tree. Can you learn what I know", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_08_dawson_64kb_23.flac", "original_index": 27}, {"text": "\"and that is where I need your help.", "start_byte": 74019, "end_byte": 74055, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 423.90501464843754, "cut_end_time": 425.8000146484375, "narration": {"text": "Mr. Wicker gave Chris's shoulder a little shake of pride and acceptance.", "cut_start_time": 477.825009765625, "cut_end_time": 481.630009765625, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_08_dawson_64kb_24.flac"}, "context": "Mr. Wicker strode about, striking the closed fist of one hand into the palm of the other, and Chris scrambled out of his chair to stand watching the pacing figure. And it came to Chris as he followed with his eyes the black swinging coat, the silver-buckled black knee breeches, the neat white stock and black-brocaded waistcoat of the magician, it came to him that he had a great confidence and affection for this man. Even knowing him as little as he did, having to take so much on trust, still, in Chris's mind there was no smallest grain of doubt, suspicion, or distrust. He knew, without having to think it out, that Mr. Wicker was a great man, great in knowledge and in heart. Reliable and kind and wise. In that moment Chris put his whole faith in a man he had not known yet for a day.\n\n[Illustration]\n\n\"There is one way,\" Mr. Wicker said, wheeling about and standing still, <|quote_start|>\"and that is where I need your help.\"<|quote_end|> He strode back across the room towards Chris. \"This villain, Claggett Chew -- for that is what he is, no better -- this villain knows me and he knows my power. But if my power were in a boy -- a lad he never would suspect -- then -- \" Mr. Wicker put both hands on Chris's shoulders and looked searchingly at him -- \"then only would we have an opportunity to seize the Jewel Tree. Can you learn what I know?\" demanded Mr. Wicker.", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_08_dawson_64kb_24.flac", "original_index": 28}, {"text": "\"then only would we have an opportunity to seize the Jewel Tree. Can you learn what I know?", "start_byte": 74372, "end_byte": 74463, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 444.89500976562505, "cut_end_time": 450.77000976562505, "narration": {"text": "Mr. Wicker gave Chris's shoulder a little shake of pride and acceptance.", "cut_start_time": 477.825009765625, "cut_end_time": 481.630009765625, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_08_dawson_64kb_25.flac"}, "context": "\" Mr. Wicker said, wheeling about and standing still, \"and that is where I need your help.\" He strode back across the room towards Chris. \"This villain, Claggett Chew -- for that is what he is, no better -- this villain knows me and he knows my power. But if my power were in a boy -- a lad he never would suspect -- then -- \" Mr. Wicker put both hands on Chris's shoulders and looked searchingly at him -- <|quote_start|>\"then only would we have an opportunity to seize the Jewel Tree. Can you learn what I know?\"<|quote_end|> demanded Mr. Wicker. \"Can you learn my magic?\"\n\n\"Magic?\" Chris stammered. \"Those tricks -- the fly -- and others?\"\n\n\"Yes,\" said Mr. Wicker quietly. \"Many more.\"\n\n\"Well,\" Chris answered after a moment's thought, \"I got here, didn't I? I've gone back all these years, so I guess I could.\" He looked up with a grin. \"At least I can try,\" he said.\n\nMr. Wicker gave Chris's shoulder a little shake of pride and acceptance. \"Good lad!\" he said.", "narrative_information_pred": {"demanded": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_08_dawson_64kb_25.flac", "original_index": 29}, {"text": "\"Can you learn my magic?\"", "start_byte": 74486, "end_byte": 74511, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 452.5350073242188, "cut_end_time": 453.6500073242188, "narration": {"text": "Mr. Wicker gave Chris's shoulder a little shake of pride and acceptance.", "cut_start_time": 477.825009765625, "cut_end_time": 481.630009765625, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_08_dawson_64kb_26.flac"}, "context": "\" He strode back across the room towards Chris. \"This villain, Claggett Chew -- for that is what he is, no better -- this villain knows me and he knows my power. But if my power were in a boy -- a lad he never would suspect -- then -- \" Mr. Wicker put both hands on Chris's shoulders and looked searchingly at him -- \"then only would we have an opportunity to seize the Jewel Tree. Can you learn what I know?\" demanded Mr. Wicker. <|quote_start|>\"Can you learn my magic?\"<|quote_end|>\n\n\"Magic?\" Chris stammered. \"Those tricks -- the fly -- and others?\"\n\n\"Yes,\" said Mr. Wicker quietly. \"Many more.\"\n\n\"Well,\" Chris answered after a moment's thought, \"I got here, didn't I? I've gone back all these years, so I guess I could.\" He looked up with a grin. \"At least I can try,\" he said.\n\nMr. Wicker gave Chris's shoulder a little shake of pride and acceptance. \"Good lad!\" he said.", "narrative_information_pred": {"demanded": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_08_dawson_64kb_26.flac", "original_index": 30}, {"text": "\"Those tricks -- the fly -- and others?\"", "start_byte": 74539, "end_byte": 74579, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 457.2050036621094, "cut_end_time": 460.8800036621094, "narration": {"text": "Mr. Wicker gave Chris's shoulder a little shake of pride and acceptance.", "cut_start_time": 477.825009765625, "cut_end_time": 481.630009765625, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_08_dawson_64kb_27.flac"}, "context": "\" He strode back across the room towards Chris. \"This villain, Claggett Chew -- for that is what he is, no better -- this villain knows me and he knows my power. But if my power were in a boy -- a lad he never would suspect -- then -- \" Mr. Wicker put both hands on Chris's shoulders and looked searchingly at him -- \"then only would we have an opportunity to seize the Jewel Tree. Can you learn what I know?\" demanded Mr. Wicker. \"Can you learn my magic?\"\n\n\"Magic?\" Chris stammered. <|quote_start|>\"Those tricks -- the fly -- and others?\"<|quote_end|>\n\n\"Yes,\" said Mr. Wicker quietly. \"Many more.\"\n\n\"Well,\" Chris answered after a moment's thought, \"I got here, didn't I? I've gone back all these years, so I guess I could.\" He looked up with a grin. \"At least I can try,\" he said.\n\nMr. Wicker gave Chris's shoulder a little shake of pride and acceptance. \"Good lad!\" he said. \"I know that you can learn. For you it will not be hard.\"", "narrative_information_pred": {"stammered": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_08_dawson_64kb_27.flac", "original_index": 32}, {"text": "\"I got here, didn't I? I've gone back all these years, so I guess I could.", "start_byte": 74676, "end_byte": 74750, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 468.67499267578125, "cut_end_time": 473.4200551757813, "narration": {"text": "Mr. Wicker gave Chris's shoulder a little shake of pride and acceptance.", "cut_start_time": 477.825009765625, "cut_end_time": 481.630009765625, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_08_dawson_64kb_28.flac"}, "context": "\" He strode back across the room towards Chris. \"This villain, Claggett Chew -- for that is what he is, no better -- this villain knows me and he knows my power. But if my power were in a boy -- a lad he never would suspect -- then -- \" Mr. Wicker put both hands on Chris's shoulders and looked searchingly at him -- \"then only would we have an opportunity to seize the Jewel Tree. Can you learn what I know?\" demanded Mr. Wicker. \"Can you learn my magic?\"\n\n\"Magic?\" Chris stammered. \"Those tricks -- the fly -- and others?\"\n\n\"Yes,\" said Mr. Wicker quietly. \"Many more.\"\n\n\"Well,\" Chris answered after a moment's thought, <|quote_start|>\"I got here, didn't I? I've gone back all these years, so I guess I could.\"<|quote_end|> He looked up with a grin. \"At least I can try,\" he said.\n\nMr. Wicker gave Chris's shoulder a little shake of pride and acceptance. \"Good lad!\" he said. \"I know that you can learn. For you it will not be hard.\"\n\n\"There's just one thing,\" Chris said, with puzzlement in his voice. \"You say, sir, 'Seize the Tree.' That means just stealing it? Must we do that?\"\n\nMr. Wicker looked at Chris and his face was serene and smooth with the great satisfaction of his feelings.", "narrative_information_pred": {"answered": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_08_dawson_64kb_28.flac", "original_index": 36}, {"text": "\"At least I can try,", "start_byte": 74778, "end_byte": 74798, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 475.3950122070313, "cut_end_time": 476.9100747070313, "narration": {"text": "Mr. Wicker gave Chris's shoulder a little shake of pride and acceptance.", "cut_start_time": 477.825009765625, "cut_end_time": 481.630009765625, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_08_dawson_64kb_29.flac"}, "context": "\"then only would we have an opportunity to seize the Jewel Tree. Can you learn what I know?\" demanded Mr. Wicker. \"Can you learn my magic?\"\n\n\"Magic?\" Chris stammered. \"Those tricks -- the fly -- and others?\"\n\n\"Yes,\" said Mr. Wicker quietly. \"Many more.\"\n\n\"Well,\" Chris answered after a moment's thought, \"I got here, didn't I? I've gone back all these years, so I guess I could.\" He looked up with a grin. <|quote_start|>\"At least I can try,\"<|quote_end|> he said.\n\nMr. Wicker gave Chris's shoulder a little shake of pride and acceptance. \"Good lad!\" he said. \"I know that you can learn. For you it will not be hard.\"\n\n\"There's just one thing,\" Chris said, with puzzlement in his voice. \"You say, sir, 'Seize the Tree.' That means just stealing it? Must we do that?\"\n\nMr. Wicker looked at Chris and his face was serene and smooth with the great satisfaction of his feelings.", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_08_dawson_64kb_29.flac", "original_index": 37}, {"text": "\"I know that you can learn. For you it will not be hard.\"", "start_byte": 74904, "end_byte": 74961, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 483.7750024414063, "cut_end_time": 486.3400649414063, "narration": {"text": "Mr. Wicker looked at Chris and his face was serene and smooth with the great satisfaction of his feelings.", "cut_start_time": 499.28500976562503, "cut_end_time": 504.380009765625, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_08_dawson_64kb_30.flac"}, "context": "\"Magic?\" Chris stammered. \"Those tricks -- the fly -- and others?\"\n\n\"Yes,\" said Mr. Wicker quietly. \"Many more.\"\n\n\"Well,\" Chris answered after a moment's thought, \"I got here, didn't I? I've gone back all these years, so I guess I could.\" He looked up with a grin. \"At least I can try,\" he said.\n\nMr. Wicker gave Chris's shoulder a little shake of pride and acceptance. \"Good lad!\" he said. <|quote_start|>\"I know that you can learn. For you it will not be hard.\"<|quote_end|>\n\n\"There's just one thing,\" Chris said, with puzzlement in his voice. \"You say, sir, 'Seize the Tree.' That means just stealing it? Must we do that?\"\n\nMr. Wicker looked at Chris and his face was serene and smooth with the great satisfaction of his feelings.\n\n\"You are the lad for me!\" he cried, and Chris felt himself coloring with pleasure at the tone of Mr. Wicker's voice. \"I knew it from the first! It would be stealing, boy, but for one thing. When -- and heaven willing, if -- you reach the Tree, you will break a branch from it and stick it in the ground. It will root itself and grow and thrive, and the Princess will still have delicate jewel flowers for her hair.\"", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_08_dawson_64kb_30.flac", "original_index": 39}, {"text": "\"There's just one thing,", "start_byte": 74963, "end_byte": 74987, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 487.3550048828125, "cut_end_time": 488.78000488281253, "narration": {"text": "Mr. Wicker looked at Chris and his face was serene and smooth with the great satisfaction of his feelings.", "cut_start_time": 499.28500976562503, "cut_end_time": 504.380009765625, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_08_dawson_64kb_31.flac"}, "context": "\"Yes,\" said Mr. Wicker quietly. \"Many more.\"\n\n\"Well,\" Chris answered after a moment's thought, \"I got here, didn't I? I've gone back all these years, so I guess I could.\" He looked up with a grin. \"At least I can try,\" he said.\n\nMr. Wicker gave Chris's shoulder a little shake of pride and acceptance. \"Good lad!\" he said. \"I know that you can learn. For you it will not be hard.\"\n\n<|quote_start|>\"There's just one thing,\"<|quote_end|> Chris said, with puzzlement in his voice. \"You say, sir, 'Seize the Tree.' That means just stealing it? Must we do that?\"\n\nMr. Wicker looked at Chris and his face was serene and smooth with the great satisfaction of his feelings.\n\n\"You are the lad for me!\" he cried, and Chris felt himself coloring with pleasure at the tone of Mr. Wicker's voice. \"I knew it from the first! It would be stealing, boy, but for one thing. When -- and heaven willing, if -- you reach the Tree, you will break a branch from it and stick it in the ground. It will root itself and grow and thrive, and the Princess will still have delicate jewel flowers for her hair.\"", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}, "puzzlement": {"id": "1", "type": "noun", "confidence": 8}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_08_dawson_64kb_31.flac", "original_index": 40}, {"text": "\"You say, sir, 'Seize the Tree.' That means just stealing it? Must we do that?\"", "start_byte": 75031, "end_byte": 75110, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 490.5349975585938, "cut_end_time": 498.09012255859375, "narration": {"text": "Mr. Wicker looked at Chris and his face was serene and smooth with the great satisfaction of his feelings.", "cut_start_time": 499.28500976562503, "cut_end_time": 504.380009765625, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_08_dawson_64kb_32.flac"}, "context": "\"Well,\" Chris answered after a moment's thought, \"I got here, didn't I? I've gone back all these years, so I guess I could.\" He looked up with a grin. \"At least I can try,\" he said.\n\nMr. Wicker gave Chris's shoulder a little shake of pride and acceptance. \"Good lad!\" he said. \"I know that you can learn. For you it will not be hard.\"\n\n\"There's just one thing,\" Chris said, with puzzlement in his voice. <|quote_start|>\"You say, sir, 'Seize the Tree.' That means just stealing it? Must we do that?\"<|quote_end|>\n\nMr. Wicker looked at Chris and his face was serene and smooth with the great satisfaction of his feelings.\n\n\"You are the lad for me!\" he cried, and Chris felt himself coloring with pleasure at the tone of Mr. Wicker's voice. \"I knew it from the first! It would be stealing, boy, but for one thing. When -- and heaven willing, if -- you reach the Tree, you will break a branch from it and stick it in the ground. It will root itself and grow and thrive, and the Princess will still have delicate jewel flowers for her hair.\"", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}, "puzzlement": {"id": "1", "type": "noun", "confidence": 8}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_08_dawson_64kb_32.flac", "original_index": 41}, {"text": "\"You are the lad for me!", "start_byte": 75220, "end_byte": 75244, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 504.28499877929687, "cut_end_time": 505.7901237792969, "narration": {"text": "Mr. Wicker looked at Chris and his face was serene and smooth with the great satisfaction of his feelings.", "cut_start_time": 499.28500976562503, "cut_end_time": 504.380009765625, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_08_dawson_64kb_33.flac"}, "context": "Mr. Wicker gave Chris's shoulder a little shake of pride and acceptance. \"Good lad!\" he said. \"I know that you can learn. For you it will not be hard.\"\n\n\"There's just one thing,\" Chris said, with puzzlement in his voice. \"You say, sir, 'Seize the Tree.' That means just stealing it? Must we do that?\"\n\nMr. Wicker looked at Chris and his face was serene and smooth with the great satisfaction of his feelings.\n\n<|quote_start|>\"You are the lad for me!\"<|quote_end|> he cried, and Chris felt himself coloring with pleasure at the tone of Mr. Wicker's voice. \"I knew it from the first! It would be stealing, boy, but for one thing. When -- and heaven willing, if -- you reach the Tree, you will break a branch from it and stick it in the ground. It will root itself and grow and thrive, and the Princess will still have delicate jewel flowers for her hair.\"\n\n\"And now,\" he said, \"I smell a broiling chicken. Off you go and eat your lunch, and later we shall talk again.\"", "narrative_information_pred": {"cried": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_08_dawson_64kb_33.flac", "original_index": 42}, {"text": "\"I knew it from the first! It would be stealing, boy, but for one thing. When -- and heaven willing, if -- you reach the Tree, you will break a branch from it and stick it in the ground. It will root itself and grow and thrive, and the Princess will still have delicate jewel flowers for her hair.\"", "start_byte": 75337, "end_byte": 75635, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 510.72499267578127, "cut_end_time": 527.8401176757812, "narration": {"text": " he cried, and Chris felt himself coloring with pleasure at the tone of Mr. Wicker's voice.", "cut_start_time": 506.3650036621094, "cut_end_time": 510.5200036621094, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_08_dawson_64kb_34.flac"}, "context": "\"I know that you can learn. For you it will not be hard.\"\n\n\"There's just one thing,\" Chris said, with puzzlement in his voice. \"You say, sir, 'Seize the Tree.' That means just stealing it? Must we do that?\"\n\nMr. Wicker looked at Chris and his face was serene and smooth with the great satisfaction of his feelings.\n\n\"You are the lad for me!\" he cried, and Chris felt himself coloring with pleasure at the tone of Mr. Wicker's voice. <|quote_start|>\"I knew it from the first! It would be stealing, boy, but for one thing. When -- and heaven willing, if -- you reach the Tree, you will break a branch from it and stick it in the ground. It will root itself and grow and thrive, and the Princess will still have delicate jewel flowers for her hair.\"<|quote_end|>\n\n\"And now,\" he said, \"I smell a broiling chicken. Off you go and eat your lunch, and later we shall talk again.\"\n\nChris went out smiling.\n\nCHAPTER 9\n\nIn the kitchen, Chris leaned against the corner of the passage and kitchen wall to watch Becky at her tasks. How different from the compact white kitchen they had at home! And yet there was a cosy feeling about the huge room in front of him with its ruddy copper utensils, tub-size wicker basket of vegetables, steaming pots hung over the fire, and the browning row of four chickens on a revolving spit, that gave out a friendliness and welcome modern kitchens did not have. Becky finally paused in her work long enough to glance out from under her hat at Chris.", "narrative_information_pred": {"cried": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_08_dawson_64kb_34.flac", "original_index": 43}]}

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Or else they would talk by the light of their candle until they fell asleep.\n\nChris now knew how lonely he had been until he set Amos free from his wooden shroud, but, warned by Mr. Wicker, he did not tell his new friend that he came from another year as yet unreached by the time they lived in.\n\n<|quote_start|>\"It is enough for a while,\"<|quote_end|> cautioned Mr. Wicker, \"that Amos get used to being limber and alive. That is change enough from a carved wooden figure. It would only confuse and trouble him to think you do not really belong where you are. So let him be happy. And I shall seal your lips with regard to the secret of the Jewel Tree, for that must be known to no one,\" and so saying he rubbed a salve over Chris's lips.\n\n\"Now tell me what you are to journey after", "narrative_information_pred": {"cautioned": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_11_dawson_64kb_0.flac", "original_index": 0}, {"text": "\"that Amos get used to being limber and alive. That is change enough from a carved wooden figure. It would only confuse and trouble him to think you do not really belong where you are. So let him be happy. And I shall seal your lips with regard to the secret of the Jewel Tree, for that must be known to no one,", "start_byte": 96900, "end_byte": 97211, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 72.82499938964843, "cut_end_time": 90.59012438964842, "narration": {"text": " commanded Mr. Wicker. But when Chris attempted to talk of the Jewel Tree, the words would not pass his lips but remained in his mouth like a handful of marbles.", "cut_start_time": 97.33499694824218, "cut_end_time": 105.07012194824219, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_11_dawson_64kb_1.flac"}, "context": "Another cot was put into Chris's room, and night after night they would hang out the two mansard windows, watching what went on below until it was too dark to see. Or else they would talk by the light of their candle until they fell asleep.\n\nChris now knew how lonely he had been until he set Amos free from his wooden shroud, but, warned by Mr. Wicker, he did not tell his new friend that he came from another year as yet unreached by the time they lived in.\n\n\"It is enough for a while,\" cautioned Mr. Wicker, <|quote_start|>\"that Amos get used to being limber and alive. That is change enough from a carved wooden figure. It would only confuse and trouble him to think you do not really belong where you are. So let him be happy. And I shall seal your lips with regard to the secret of the Jewel Tree, for that must be known to no one,\"<|quote_end|> and so saying he rubbed a salve over Chris's lips.\n\n\"Now tell me what you are to journey after,\" commanded Mr. Wicker. But when Chris attempted to talk of the Jewel Tree, the words would not pass his lips but remained in his mouth like a handful of marbles.\n\n\"Good,\" said Mr. Wicker, rubbing his hands. \"Not even to me. Excellent stuff, this,\" he added, turning the tiny case that contained the salve in his fingers. \"I got it in India years ago, and this is the last of it. But I hardly imagine I shall need it again. Its use is somewhat drastic, but occasionally wise.\"", "narrative_information_pred": {"cautioned": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_11_dawson_64kb_1.flac", "original_index": 1}, {"text": "\"Now tell me what you are to journey after,", "start_byte": 97265, "end_byte": 97308, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 94.91499694824218, "cut_end_time": 97.02005944824218, "narration": {"text": " commanded Mr. Wicker. But when Chris attempted to talk of the Jewel Tree, the words would not pass his lips but remained in his mouth like a handful of marbles.", "cut_start_time": 97.33499694824218, "cut_end_time": 105.07012194824219, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_11_dawson_64kb_2.flac"}, "context": "Chris now knew how lonely he had been until he set Amos free from his wooden shroud, but, warned by Mr. Wicker, he did not tell his new friend that he came from another year as yet unreached by the time they lived in.\n\n\"It is enough for a while,\" cautioned Mr. Wicker, \"that Amos get used to being limber and alive. That is change enough from a carved wooden figure. It would only confuse and trouble him to think you do not really belong where you are. So let him be happy. And I shall seal your lips with regard to the secret of the Jewel Tree, for that must be known to no one,\" and so saying he rubbed a salve over Chris's lips.\n\n<|quote_start|>\"Now tell me what you are to journey after,\"<|quote_end|> commanded Mr. Wicker. But when Chris attempted to talk of the Jewel Tree, the words would not pass his lips but remained in his mouth like a handful of marbles.\n\n\"Good,\" said Mr. Wicker, rubbing his hands. \"Not even to me. Excellent stuff, this,\" he added, turning the tiny case that contained the salve in his fingers. \"I got it in India years ago, and this is the last of it. But I hardly imagine I shall need it again. Its use is somewhat drastic, but occasionally wise.\"", "narrative_information_pred": {"commanded": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_11_dawson_64kb_2.flac", "original_index": 2}, {"text": "\"Not even to me. 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But when Chris attempted to talk of the Jewel Tree, the words would not pass his lips but remained in his mouth like a handful of marbles.\n\n\"Good,\" said Mr. Wicker, rubbing his hands. <|quote_start|>\"Not even to me. Excellent stuff, this,\"<|quote_end|> he added, turning the tiny case that contained the salve in his fingers. \"I got it in India years ago, and this is the last of it. But I hardly imagine I shall need it again. Its use is somewhat drastic, but occasionally wise.\"\n\n\"Mr. Wicker,\" Chris said thoughtfully one afternoon after his lessons and memorizing were over for the day, \"of the three things in your shop window that I liked best, two have been explained. Yet the third, which still interests me, seems to have had, so far, no significance. I mean, of course, the rope.\"", "narrative_information_pred": {"added": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_11_dawson_64kb_3.flac", "original_index": 4}, {"text": "\"I got it in India years ago, and this is the last of it. But I hardly imagine I shall need it again. Its use is somewhat drastic, but occasionally wise.\"", "start_byte": 97630, "end_byte": 97784, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 117.1050030517578, "cut_end_time": 126.61000305175781, "narration": {"text": " Chris said thoughtfully one afternoon after his lessons and memorizing were over for the day,", "cut_start_time": 128.92499938964843, "cut_end_time": 133.42012438964844, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_11_dawson_64kb_4.flac"}, "context": "\" and so saying he rubbed a salve over Chris's lips.\n\n\"Now tell me what you are to journey after,\" commanded Mr. Wicker. But when Chris attempted to talk of the Jewel Tree, the words would not pass his lips but remained in his mouth like a handful of marbles.\n\n\"Good,\" said Mr. Wicker, rubbing his hands. \"Not even to me. Excellent stuff, this,\" he added, turning the tiny case that contained the salve in his fingers. <|quote_start|>\"I got it in India years ago, and this is the last of it. But I hardly imagine I shall need it again. Its use is somewhat drastic, but occasionally wise.\"<|quote_end|>\n\n\"Mr. Wicker,\" Chris said thoughtfully one afternoon after his lessons and memorizing were over for the day, \"of the three things in your shop window that I liked best, two have been explained. Yet the third, which still interests me, seems to have had, so far, no significance. I mean, of course, the rope.\"\n\n\"Ah yes,\" Mr. Wicker agreed, nodding and stretching his feet out toward the fire, \"the rope. Very well, my boy, since it has come into your mind again, that means that the time has come for you to discover its use. Go and bring it to me.\"", "narrative_information_pred": {"added": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_11_dawson_64kb_4.flac", "original_index": 5}, {"text": "\"of the three things in your shop window that I liked best, two have been explained. Yet the third, which still interests me, seems to have had, so far, no significance. I mean, of course, the rope.\"", "start_byte": 97894, "end_byte": 98093, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 133.63500244140624, "cut_end_time": 146.79000244140624, "narration": {"text": " Chris said thoughtfully one afternoon after his lessons and memorizing were over for the day,", "cut_start_time": 128.92499938964843, "cut_end_time": 133.42012438964844, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_11_dawson_64kb_5.flac"}, "context": "\"Good,\" said Mr. Wicker, rubbing his hands. \"Not even to me. Excellent stuff, this,\" he added, turning the tiny case that contained the salve in his fingers. \"I got it in India years ago, and this is the last of it. But I hardly imagine I shall need it again. Its use is somewhat drastic, but occasionally wise.\"\n\n\"Mr. Wicker,\" Chris said thoughtfully one afternoon after his lessons and memorizing were over for the day, <|quote_start|>\"of the three things in your shop window that I liked best, two have been explained. Yet the third, which still interests me, seems to have had, so far, no significance. I mean, of course, the rope.\"<|quote_end|>\n\n\"Ah yes,\" Mr. Wicker agreed, nodding and stretching his feet out toward the fire, \"the rope. Very well, my boy, since it has come into your mind again, that means that the time has come for you to discover its use. Go and bring it to me.\"\n\nChris ran to get the coiled rope. He experienced almost a shock when he touched it. It had looked harsh and coarse to the touch, of rough hemp fibre, but on picking it up, the coils in his hand seemed almost silky. Certainly they were more than usually pliable. Returning to the study, the boy put the rope beside Mr. Wicker's chair. The magician did not move, his feet still stretched comfortably towards the flames. His dark handsome face was dreamy and remote, and Chris wondered in what faraway place or time his teacher moved. The apprentice sat down cross-legged with his back to the fire, and presently Mr. Wicker took his gaze from the sparks and smoke to look thoughtfully at him.", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}, "thoughtfully": {"id": "1", "type": "adverb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_11_dawson_64kb_5.flac", "original_index": 7}, {"text": "\"Ah yes,", "start_byte": 98095, "end_byte": 98103, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 147.60499877929686, "cut_end_time": 148.82012377929686, "narration": {"text": " Chris said thoughtfully one afternoon after his lessons and memorizing were over for the day,", "cut_start_time": 128.92499938964843, "cut_end_time": 133.42012438964844, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_11_dawson_64kb_6.flac"}, "context": "\"I got it in India years ago, and this is the last of it. But I hardly imagine I shall need it again. Its use is somewhat drastic, but occasionally wise.\"\n\n\"Mr. Wicker,\" Chris said thoughtfully one afternoon after his lessons and memorizing were over for the day, \"of the three things in your shop window that I liked best, two have been explained. Yet the third, which still interests me, seems to have had, so far, no significance. I mean, of course, the rope.\"\n\n<|quote_start|>\"Ah yes,\"<|quote_end|> Mr. Wicker agreed, nodding and stretching his feet out toward the fire, \"the rope. Very well, my boy, since it has come into your mind again, that means that the time has come for you to discover its use. Go and bring it to me.\"\n\nChris ran to get the coiled rope. He experienced almost a shock when he touched it. It had looked harsh and coarse to the touch, of rough hemp fibre, but on picking it up, the coils in his hand seemed almost silky. Certainly they were more than usually pliable. Returning to the study, the boy put the rope beside Mr. Wicker's chair. The magician did not move, his feet still stretched comfortably towards the flames. His dark handsome face was dreamy and remote, and Chris wondered in what faraway place or time his teacher moved. The apprentice sat down cross-legged with his back to the fire, and presently Mr. Wicker took his gaze from the sparks and smoke to look thoughtfully at him.", "narrative_information_pred": {"agreed": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_11_dawson_64kb_6.flac", "original_index": 8}, {"text": "\"the rope. Very well, my boy, since it has come into your mind again, that means that the time has come for you to discover its use. Go and bring it to me.\"", "start_byte": 98177, "end_byte": 98333, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 153.64500244140623, "cut_end_time": 162.54000244140624, "narration": {"text": " Mr. Wicker agreed, nodding and stretching his feet out toward the fire,", "cut_start_time": 149.58500732421874, "cut_end_time": 153.22006982421874, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_11_dawson_64kb_7.flac"}, "context": "\"I got it in India years ago, and this is the last of it. But I hardly imagine I shall need it again. Its use is somewhat drastic, but occasionally wise.\"\n\n\"Mr. Wicker,\" Chris said thoughtfully one afternoon after his lessons and memorizing were over for the day, \"of the three things in your shop window that I liked best, two have been explained. Yet the third, which still interests me, seems to have had, so far, no significance. I mean, of course, the rope.\"\n\n\"Ah yes,\" Mr. Wicker agreed, nodding and stretching his feet out toward the fire, <|quote_start|>\"the rope. Very well, my boy, since it has come into your mind again, that means that the time has come for you to discover its use. Go and bring it to me.\"<|quote_end|>\n\nChris ran to get the coiled rope. He experienced almost a shock when he touched it. It had looked harsh and coarse to the touch, of rough hemp fibre, but on picking it up, the coils in his hand seemed almost silky. Certainly they were more than usually pliable. Returning to the study, the boy put the rope beside Mr. Wicker's chair. The magician did not move, his feet still stretched comfortably towards the flames. His dark handsome face was dreamy and remote, and Chris wondered in what faraway place or time his teacher moved. The apprentice sat down cross-legged with his back to the fire, and presently Mr. Wicker took his gaze from the sparks and smoke to look thoughtfully at him.", "narrative_information_pred": {"nodding": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_11_dawson_64kb_7.flac", "original_index": 9}, {"text": "\"You have heard of the Indian rope trick, Christopher?\"", "start_byte": 99026, "end_byte": 99081, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 204.59500061035155, "cut_end_time": 206.76006311035155, "narration": {"text": " Mr. Wicker agreed, nodding and stretching his feet out toward the fire,", "cut_start_time": 149.58500732421874, "cut_end_time": 153.22006982421874, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_11_dawson_64kb_8.flac"}, "context": "Chris ran to get the coiled rope. He experienced almost a shock when he touched it. It had looked harsh and coarse to the touch, of rough hemp fibre, but on picking it up, the coils in his hand seemed almost silky. Certainly they were more than usually pliable. Returning to the study, the boy put the rope beside Mr. Wicker's chair. The magician did not move, his feet still stretched comfortably towards the flames. His dark handsome face was dreamy and remote, and Chris wondered in what faraway place or time his teacher moved. The apprentice sat down cross-legged with his back to the fire, and presently Mr. Wicker took his gaze from the sparks and smoke to look thoughtfully at him.\n\n<|quote_start|>\"You have heard of the Indian rope trick, Christopher?\"<|quote_end|>\n\n\"Yes -- and no, sir,\" Chris replied. \"I'm not sure how it works.\"\n\nMr. Wicker gave a chuckle. \"Indeed? Well, let me tell you, my boy, no one else does either. The rope is made to go up in the air, so stiffly that the fakir -- that is, the Eastern magician -- can climb it. Some claim to have seen the fakirs climb up it and vanish from sight, and the rope disappear after them.\"", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 9}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_11_dawson_64kb_8.flac", "original_index": 10}, {"text": "\"Yes -- and no, sir,", "start_byte": 99083, "end_byte": 99103, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 207.37500366210938, "cut_end_time": 209.63000366210937, "narration": {"text": " Mr. Wicker agreed, nodding and stretching his feet out toward the fire,", "cut_start_time": 149.58500732421874, "cut_end_time": 153.22006982421874, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_11_dawson_64kb_9.flac"}, "context": "Chris ran to get the coiled rope. He experienced almost a shock when he touched it. It had looked harsh and coarse to the touch, of rough hemp fibre, but on picking it up, the coils in his hand seemed almost silky. Certainly they were more than usually pliable. Returning to the study, the boy put the rope beside Mr. Wicker's chair. The magician did not move, his feet still stretched comfortably towards the flames. His dark handsome face was dreamy and remote, and Chris wondered in what faraway place or time his teacher moved. The apprentice sat down cross-legged with his back to the fire, and presently Mr. Wicker took his gaze from the sparks and smoke to look thoughtfully at him.\n\n\"You have heard of the Indian rope trick, Christopher?\"\n\n<|quote_start|>\"Yes -- and no, sir,\"<|quote_end|> Chris replied. \"I'm not sure how it works.\"\n\nMr. Wicker gave a chuckle. \"Indeed? Well, let me tell you, my boy, no one else does either. The rope is made to go up in the air, so stiffly that the fakir -- that is, the Eastern magician -- can climb it. Some claim to have seen the fakirs climb up it and vanish from sight, and the rope disappear after them.\"\n\nMr. Wicker waved one hand as much as to say that those who had seen it could believe as they pleased.", "narrative_information_pred": {"replied": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_11_dawson_64kb_9.flac", "original_index": 11}, {"text": "\"I'm not sure how it works.\"", "start_byte": 99120, "end_byte": 99148, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 211.0950030517578, "cut_end_time": 212.6300655517578, "narration": {"text": " Mr. Wicker agreed, nodding and stretching his feet out toward the fire,", "cut_start_time": 149.58500732421874, "cut_end_time": 153.22006982421874, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_11_dawson_64kb_10.flac"}, "context": "Chris ran to get the coiled rope. He experienced almost a shock when he touched it. It had looked harsh and coarse to the touch, of rough hemp fibre, but on picking it up, the coils in his hand seemed almost silky. Certainly they were more than usually pliable. Returning to the study, the boy put the rope beside Mr. Wicker's chair. The magician did not move, his feet still stretched comfortably towards the flames. His dark handsome face was dreamy and remote, and Chris wondered in what faraway place or time his teacher moved. The apprentice sat down cross-legged with his back to the fire, and presently Mr. Wicker took his gaze from the sparks and smoke to look thoughtfully at him.\n\n\"You have heard of the Indian rope trick, Christopher?\"\n\n\"Yes -- and no, sir,\" Chris replied. <|quote_start|>\"I'm not sure how it works.\"<|quote_end|>\n\nMr. Wicker gave a chuckle. \"Indeed? Well, let me tell you, my boy, no one else does either. The rope is made to go up in the air, so stiffly that the fakir -- that is, the Eastern magician -- can climb it. Some claim to have seen the fakirs climb up it and vanish from sight, and the rope disappear after them.\"\n\nMr. Wicker waved one hand as much as to say that those who had seen it could believe as they pleased.", "narrative_information_pred": {"replied": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_11_dawson_64kb_10.flac", "original_index": 12}, {"text": "\"Indeed? Well, let me tell you, my boy, no one else does either. The rope is made to go up in the air, so stiffly that the fakir -- that is, the Eastern magician -- can climb it. Some claim to have seen the fakirs climb up it and vanish from sight, and the rope disappear after them.\"", "start_byte": 99177, "end_byte": 99461, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 216.90499572753905, "cut_end_time": 233.96005822753907, "narration": {"text": "Mr. Wicker waved one hand as much as to say that those who had seen it could believe as they pleased.", "cut_start_time": 234.73499572753906, "cut_end_time": 239.93012072753905, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_11_dawson_64kb_11.flac"}, "context": "Chris ran to get the coiled rope. He experienced almost a shock when he touched it. It had looked harsh and coarse to the touch, of rough hemp fibre, but on picking it up, the coils in his hand seemed almost silky. Certainly they were more than usually pliable. Returning to the study, the boy put the rope beside Mr. Wicker's chair. The magician did not move, his feet still stretched comfortably towards the flames. His dark handsome face was dreamy and remote, and Chris wondered in what faraway place or time his teacher moved. The apprentice sat down cross-legged with his back to the fire, and presently Mr. Wicker took his gaze from the sparks and smoke to look thoughtfully at him.\n\n\"You have heard of the Indian rope trick, Christopher?\"\n\n\"Yes -- and no, sir,\" Chris replied. \"I'm not sure how it works.\"\n\nMr. Wicker gave a chuckle. <|quote_start|>\"Indeed? Well, let me tell you, my boy, no one else does either. The rope is made to go up in the air, so stiffly that the fakir -- that is, the Eastern magician -- can climb it. Some claim to have seen the fakirs climb up it and vanish from sight, and the rope disappear after them.\"<|quote_end|>\n\nMr. Wicker waved one hand as much as to say that those who had seen it could believe as they pleased.\n\n\"A good enough trick, in its way,\" condescended Mr. Wicker, \"but this rope is capable of so much more remarkable possibilities as to throw the Indian rope trick completely in the shade.\"\n\nWith one of his quick gestures, Mr. Wicker reached down for the rope and was up and out of his chair, all in one movement.\n\n\"You shall learn, last of your lessons, a new way of using a lasso. Not lassoing -- \" Mr. Wicker held up a finger to stress his point,", "narrative_information_pred": {"gave": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_11_dawson_64kb_11.flac", "original_index": 13}, {"text": "\"A good enough trick, in its way,", "start_byte": 99566, "end_byte": 99599, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 240.46500549316406, "cut_end_time": 242.47000549316405, "narration": {"text": "With one of his quick gestures, Mr. Wicker reached down for the rope and was up and out of his chair, all in one movement.", "cut_start_time": 251.84500061035155, "cut_end_time": 257.99006311035157, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_11_dawson_64kb_12.flac"}, "context": "Mr. Wicker gave a chuckle. \"Indeed? Well, let me tell you, my boy, no one else does either. The rope is made to go up in the air, so stiffly that the fakir -- that is, the Eastern magician -- can climb it. 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Well, let me tell you, my boy, no one else does either. The rope is made to go up in the air, so stiffly that the fakir -- that is, the Eastern magician -- can climb it. Some claim to have seen the fakirs climb up it and vanish from sight, and the rope disappear after them.\"\n\nMr. Wicker waved one hand as much as to say that those who had seen it could believe as they pleased.\n\n\"A good enough trick, in its way,\" condescended Mr. Wicker, <|quote_start|>\"but this rope is capable of so much more remarkable possibilities as to throw the Indian rope trick completely in the shade.\"<|quote_end|>\n\nWith one of his quick gestures, Mr. Wicker reached down for the rope and was up and out of his chair, all in one movement.\n\n\"You shall learn, last of your lessons, a new way of using a lasso. 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Now climb out and I will show you some of the other shapes of which it is capable. A ladder,\"<|quote_end|> Mr. Wicker remarked as Chris rejoined him, \"is almost too simple. We can do that at any time.\"\n\nGrasping the end of one oar, with movements too fast for Chris's eyes to follow, in an instant the boat was a rope again, coiled over Mr. Wicker's arm.\n\n\"Now!\" said Mr. Wicker, and his eyes twinkled with mischief. The rope flew out again, but this time took a strange outline -- the outline of an elephant.", "narrative_information_pred": {"remarked": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_11_dawson_64kb_26.flac", "original_index": 30}, {"text": "\"is almost too simple. We can do that at any time.\"", "start_byte": 102571, "end_byte": 102622, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 420.80499267578125, "cut_end_time": 424.1400551757813, "narration": {"text": "Grasping the end of one oar, with movements too fast for Chris's eyes to follow, in an instant the boat was a rope again, coiled over Mr. Wicker's arm.", "cut_start_time": 424.81499755859375, "cut_end_time": 433.70012255859376, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_11_dawson_64kb_27.flac"}, "context": "\" and as he sat down and took up the two loose ends of rope still remaining, he found that he held not rope ends but two oars. \"Even oars!\" Chris cried in delight.\n\nMr. Wicker stood with his hands behind his back, the firelight outlining his black clothes and neat dark head.\n\n\"Yes,\" he said, in a matter-of-fact voice, \"Quite so. Now climb out and I will show you some of the other shapes of which it is capable. A ladder,\" Mr. Wicker remarked as Chris rejoined him, <|quote_start|>\"is almost too simple. We can do that at any time.\"<|quote_end|>\n\nGrasping the end of one oar, with movements too fast for Chris's eyes to follow, in an instant the boat was a rope again, coiled over Mr. Wicker's arm.\n\n\"Now!\" said Mr. Wicker, and his eyes twinkled with mischief. The rope flew out again, but this time took a strange outline -- the outline of an elephant.\n\n\"It will have to be a small elephant,\" murmured Mr. Wicker, his hands flying, \"because of the size of the room.\"", "narrative_information_pred": {"remarked": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_11_dawson_64kb_27.flac", "original_index": 31}, {"text": "\"It will have to be a small elephant,", "start_byte": 102932, "end_byte": 102969, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 444.80499755859375, "cut_end_time": 447.07006005859375, "narration": {"text": " said Mr. Wicker, and his eyes twinkled with mischief. The rope flew out again, but this time took a strange outline -- the outline of an elephant.", "cut_start_time": 434.2950073242188, "cut_end_time": 443.87000732421876, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_11_dawson_64kb_28.flac"}, "context": "\" Mr. Wicker remarked as Chris rejoined him, \"is almost too simple. We can do that at any time.\"\n\nGrasping the end of one oar, with movements too fast for Chris's eyes to follow, in an instant the boat was a rope again, coiled over Mr. Wicker's arm.\n\n\"Now!\" said Mr. Wicker, and his eyes twinkled with mischief. The rope flew out again, but this time took a strange outline -- the outline of an elephant.\n\n<|quote_start|>\"It will have to be a small elephant,\"<|quote_end|> murmured Mr. Wicker, his hands flying, \"because of the size of the room.\"\n\nThe elephant, like the boat, took shape, the final ends of the rope hanging down at its trunk and tail. After the elephant came a horse, an eagle, and a dolphin, and Chris's admiration and zest to learn the secrets of the rope grew with every change of shape.\n\n\"Very well,\" ended Mr. Wicker, \"you shall learn.\" And placing his hands over Chris's while the boy held the rope, he began slowly to show him the magic twists and turns.", "narrative_information_pred": {"murmured": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_11_dawson_64kb_28.flac", "original_index": 33}, {"text": "\"because of the size of the room.\"", "start_byte": 103010, "end_byte": 103044, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 449.7850061035156, "cut_end_time": 451.20006860351566, "narration": {"text": " said Mr. Wicker, and his eyes twinkled with mischief. The rope flew out again, but this time took a strange outline -- the outline of an elephant.", "cut_start_time": 434.2950073242188, "cut_end_time": 443.87000732421876, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_11_dawson_64kb_29.flac"}, "context": "\"is almost too simple. We can do that at any time.\"\n\nGrasping the end of one oar, with movements too fast for Chris's eyes to follow, in an instant the boat was a rope again, coiled over Mr. Wicker's arm.\n\n\"Now!\" said Mr. Wicker, and his eyes twinkled with mischief. The rope flew out again, but this time took a strange outline -- the outline of an elephant.\n\n\"It will have to be a small elephant,\" murmured Mr. Wicker, his hands flying, <|quote_start|>\"because of the size of the room.\"<|quote_end|>\n\nThe elephant, like the boat, took shape, the final ends of the rope hanging down at its trunk and tail. After the elephant came a horse, an eagle, and a dolphin, and Chris's admiration and zest to learn the secrets of the rope grew with every change of shape.\n\n\"Very well,\" ended Mr. Wicker, \"you shall learn.\" And placing his hands over Chris's while the boy held the rope, he began slowly to show him the magic twists and turns.\n\nCHAPTER 12", "narrative_information_pred": {"murmured": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_11_dawson_64kb_29.flac", "original_index": 34}]}

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Mr. Wicker was threading his way in and out of the crowds and litter of the wharves, and although to most he might have seemed leisurely, Chris was able to detect in the step of his master a certain haste. He came up to the little group of men, glanced at the back of Zachary Heigh, who was moving away as if to some interrupted duty, and at Chris's white face and the reddening handkerchief which he held to his chin. Mr. Wicker looked slowly at all the faces and then raised his eyebrows as if in surprise.\n\n\"Well, lads,\" he said, <|quote_start|>\"what has happened here? You all look angry and somewhat a-frighted. What occurred, Ned?\"<|quote_end|> he asked, addressing Ned Cilley, whose kind face was puckered with sympathy for Chris and who stood pulling at the stocking cap he held in his hands. But Chris spoke up before Ned could reply.\n\n\"It was my fault, sir. I expect I got what I deserved, but it seemed to happen in spite of myself. I laughed at Osterbridge Hawsey's beauty patch -- and at him -- all of him, really. We all did. Claggett Chew got mad, and I guess I wouldn't blame him. It was a dreadful thing to do -- to laugh at someone to their face -- and he lashed out with his whip and gave me a beauty patch!\"", "narrative_information_pred": {"asked": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_14_dawson_64kb_0.flac", "original_index": 1}, {"text": "\"But truly sir,", "start_byte": 120148, "end_byte": 120163, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 112.49499694824217, "cut_end_time": 113.55005944824218, "narration": {"text": " Master and pupil looked at one another for a moment, and there was the hint of a wink in Mr. Wicker's right eye, and the vestige of an answer from Chris's left.", "cut_start_time": 151.3250018310547, "cut_end_time": 158.02000183105469, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_14_dawson_64kb_1.flac"}, "context": "\"It was my fault, sir. I expect I got what I deserved, but it seemed to happen in spite of myself. I laughed at Osterbridge Hawsey's beauty patch -- and at him -- all of him, really. We all did. Claggett Chew got mad, and I guess I wouldn't blame him. It was a dreadful thing to do -- to laugh at someone to their face -- and he lashed out with his whip and gave me a beauty patch!\"\n\nIn spite of the pain Chris managed a grin as he took the handkerchief from his chin to bare the deep, cruel cut.\n\n<|quote_start|>\"But truly sir,\"<|quote_end|> he ended, \"I never saw anything like Osterbridge Hawsey before. He's a dilly!\"\n\nAnd before they knew it they had all, including even the habitually grave Mr. Wicker, burst into another shout of laughter. Mr. Wicker soon stopped, however, and reached back into the pocket in the flap of his coattails. When he drew out his hand it held a small glass box. With unhurried gestures Mr. Wicker's fine fingers took off the lid.", "narrative_information_pred": {"ended": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_14_dawson_64kb_1.flac", "original_index": 3}, {"text": "\"I never saw anything like Osterbridge Hawsey before. He's a dilly!\"", "start_byte": 120175, "end_byte": 120243, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 114.31500366210938, "cut_end_time": 119.26000366210937, "narration": {"text": " Master and pupil looked at one another for a moment, and there was the hint of a wink in Mr. Wicker's right eye, and the vestige of an answer from Chris's left.", "cut_start_time": 151.3250018310547, "cut_end_time": 158.02000183105469, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_14_dawson_64kb_2.flac"}, "context": "\"It was my fault, sir. I expect I got what I deserved, but it seemed to happen in spite of myself. I laughed at Osterbridge Hawsey's beauty patch -- and at him -- all of him, really. We all did. Claggett Chew got mad, and I guess I wouldn't blame him. It was a dreadful thing to do -- to laugh at someone to their face -- and he lashed out with his whip and gave me a beauty patch!\"\n\nIn spite of the pain Chris managed a grin as he took the handkerchief from his chin to bare the deep, cruel cut.\n\n\"But truly sir,\" he ended, <|quote_start|>\"I never saw anything like Osterbridge Hawsey before. He's a dilly!\"<|quote_end|>\n\nAnd before they knew it they had all, including even the habitually grave Mr. Wicker, burst into another shout of laughter. Mr. Wicker soon stopped, however, and reached back into the pocket in the flap of his coattails. When he drew out his hand it held a small glass box. With unhurried gestures Mr. Wicker's fine fingers took off the lid.\n\n\"What a fortunate coincidence that I happened by just at this time,\" he said casually, \"and that I have with me such an excellent ointment", "narrative_information_pred": {"ended": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_14_dawson_64kb_2.flac", "original_index": 4}, {"text": "\"What a fortunate coincidence that I happened by just at this time,", "start_byte": 120588, "end_byte": 120655, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 143.67500427246094, "cut_end_time": 147.02000427246094, "narration": {"text": " Master and pupil looked at one another for a moment, and there was the hint of a wink in Mr. Wicker's right eye, and the vestige of an answer from Chris's left.", "cut_start_time": 151.3250018310547, "cut_end_time": 158.02000183105469, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_14_dawson_64kb_3.flac"}, "context": "\" he ended, \"I never saw anything like Osterbridge Hawsey before. He's a dilly!\"\n\nAnd before they knew it they had all, including even the habitually grave Mr. Wicker, burst into another shout of laughter. Mr. Wicker soon stopped, however, and reached back into the pocket in the flap of his coattails. When he drew out his hand it held a small glass box. With unhurried gestures Mr. Wicker's fine fingers took off the lid.\n\n<|quote_start|>\"What a fortunate coincidence that I happened by just at this time,\"<|quote_end|> he said casually, \"and that I have with me such an excellent ointment.\" Master and pupil looked at one another for a moment, and there was the hint of a wink in Mr. Wicker's right eye, and the vestige of an answer from Chris's left.\n\n\"This will help to stop the bleeding, my boy,\" said Mr. Wicker, \"and take away the pain. It hastens the cure,\" he went on, lightly applying the ointment to the wound.", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}, "casually": {"id": "1", "type": "adverb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_14_dawson_64kb_3.flac", "original_index": 5}, {"text": "\"and that I have with me such an excellent ointment.", "start_byte": 120675, "end_byte": 120727, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 148.125, "cut_end_time": 150.7400625, "narration": {"text": " Master and pupil looked at one another for a moment, and there was the hint of a wink in Mr. Wicker's right eye, and the vestige of an answer from Chris's left.", "cut_start_time": 151.3250018310547, "cut_end_time": 158.02000183105469, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_14_dawson_64kb_4.flac"}, "context": "\"I never saw anything like Osterbridge Hawsey before. He's a dilly!\"\n\nAnd before they knew it they had all, including even the habitually grave Mr. Wicker, burst into another shout of laughter. Mr. Wicker soon stopped, however, and reached back into the pocket in the flap of his coattails. When he drew out his hand it held a small glass box. With unhurried gestures Mr. Wicker's fine fingers took off the lid.\n\n\"What a fortunate coincidence that I happened by just at this time,\" he said casually, <|quote_start|>\"and that I have with me such an excellent ointment.\"<|quote_end|> Master and pupil looked at one another for a moment, and there was the hint of a wink in Mr. Wicker's right eye, and the vestige of an answer from Chris's left.\n\n\"This will help to stop the bleeding, my boy,\" said Mr. Wicker, \"and take away the pain. It hastens the cure,\" he went on, lightly applying the ointment to the wound. \"In an hour you will scarcely know it happened,\" he concluded.\n\nSeeing the color seep back into Chris's cheeks, the men touched their caps to Mr. Wicker and went back to their interrupted tasks. Ned Cilley, with his hand on Amos's shoulder, moved off to point out some detail of the Mirabelle, and Chris and Mr. Wicker were left alone. Mr. Wicker looked down kindly at the boy, but there was a sadness also in his face.", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}, "casually": {"id": "1", "type": "adverb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_14_dawson_64kb_4.flac", "original_index": 6}, {"text": "\"This will help to stop the bleeding, my boy,", "start_byte": 120891, "end_byte": 120936, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 158.74499572753905, "cut_end_time": 161.14012072753906, "narration": {"text": " Master and pupil looked at one another for a moment, and there was the hint of a wink in Mr. Wicker's right eye, and the vestige of an answer from Chris's left.", "cut_start_time": 151.3250018310547, "cut_end_time": 158.02000183105469, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_14_dawson_64kb_5.flac"}, "context": "And before they knew it they had all, including even the habitually grave Mr. Wicker, burst into another shout of laughter. Mr. Wicker soon stopped, however, and reached back into the pocket in the flap of his coattails. When he drew out his hand it held a small glass box. With unhurried gestures Mr. Wicker's fine fingers took off the lid.\n\n\"What a fortunate coincidence that I happened by just at this time,\" he said casually, \"and that I have with me such an excellent ointment.\" Master and pupil looked at one another for a moment, and there was the hint of a wink in Mr. Wicker's right eye, and the vestige of an answer from Chris's left.\n\n<|quote_start|>\"This will help to stop the bleeding, my boy,\"<|quote_end|> said Mr. Wicker, \"and take away the pain. It hastens the cure,\" he went on, lightly applying the ointment to the wound. \"In an hour you will scarcely know it happened,\" he concluded.\n\nSeeing the color seep back into Chris's cheeks, the men touched their caps to Mr. Wicker and went back to their interrupted tasks. Ned Cilley, with his hand on Amos's shoulder, moved off to point out some detail of the Mirabelle, and Chris and Mr. Wicker were left alone. Mr. Wicker looked down kindly at the boy, but there was a sadness also in his face.", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_14_dawson_64kb_5.flac", "original_index": 7}, {"text": "\"and take away the pain. 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With unhurried gestures Mr. Wicker's fine fingers took off the lid.\n\n\"What a fortunate coincidence that I happened by just at this time,\" he said casually, \"and that I have with me such an excellent ointment.\" Master and pupil looked at one another for a moment, and there was the hint of a wink in Mr. Wicker's right eye, and the vestige of an answer from Chris's left.\n\n\"This will help to stop the bleeding, my boy,\" said Mr. Wicker, <|quote_start|>\"and take away the pain. It hastens the cure,\"<|quote_end|> he went on, lightly applying the ointment to the wound. \"In an hour you will scarcely know it happened,\" he concluded.\n\nSeeing the color seep back into Chris's cheeks, the men touched their caps to Mr. Wicker and went back to their interrupted tasks. Ned Cilley, with his hand on Amos's shoulder, moved off to point out some detail of the Mirabelle, and Chris and Mr. Wicker were left alone. Mr. Wicker looked down kindly at the boy, but there was a sadness also in his face.", "narrative_information_pred": {"went": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}, "lightly": {"id": "1", "type": "adverb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_14_dawson_64kb_6.flac", "original_index": 8}, {"text": "\"In an hour you will scarcely know it happened,", "start_byte": 121058, "end_byte": 121105, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 167.7750061035156, "cut_end_time": 170.11006860351563, "narration": {"text": " Master and pupil looked at one another for a moment, and there was the hint of a wink in Mr. Wicker's right eye, and the vestige of an answer from Chris's left.", "cut_start_time": 151.3250018310547, "cut_end_time": 158.02000183105469, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_14_dawson_64kb_7.flac"}, "context": "\" he said casually, \"and that I have with me such an excellent ointment.\" Master and pupil looked at one another for a moment, and there was the hint of a wink in Mr. Wicker's right eye, and the vestige of an answer from Chris's left.\n\n\"This will help to stop the bleeding, my boy,\" said Mr. Wicker, \"and take away the pain. It hastens the cure,\" he went on, lightly applying the ointment to the wound. <|quote_start|>\"In an hour you will scarcely know it happened,\"<|quote_end|> he concluded.\n\nSeeing the color seep back into Chris's cheeks, the men touched their caps to Mr. Wicker and went back to their interrupted tasks. Ned Cilley, with his hand on Amos's shoulder, moved off to point out some detail of the Mirabelle, and Chris and Mr. Wicker were left alone. Mr. Wicker looked down kindly at the boy, but there was a sadness also in his face.\n\n\"Perhaps,\" he said as if to himself,", "narrative_information_pred": {"concluded": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_14_dawson_64kb_7.flac", "original_index": 9}, {"text": "\"I have set you too great a task, my poor Christopher, for you are but a boy.", "start_byte": 121516, "end_byte": 121593, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 192.81499938964842, "cut_end_time": 197.04006188964843, "narration": {"text": " Master and pupil looked at one another for a moment, and there was the hint of a wink in Mr. Wicker's right eye, and the vestige of an answer from Chris's left.", "cut_start_time": 151.3250018310547, "cut_end_time": 158.02000183105469, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_14_dawson_64kb_8.flac"}, "context": "\" he concluded.\n\nSeeing the color seep back into Chris's cheeks, the men touched their caps to Mr. Wicker and went back to their interrupted tasks. Ned Cilley, with his hand on Amos's shoulder, moved off to point out some detail of the Mirabelle, and Chris and Mr. Wicker were left alone. Mr. Wicker looked down kindly at the boy, but there was a sadness also in his face.\n\n\"Perhaps,\" he said as if to himself, <|quote_start|>\"I have set you too great a task, my poor Christopher, for you are but a boy.\"<|quote_end|> He laid his hand on Chris's arm. \"You are a boy, but what lies before you is a man's task, and no mistake. You cannot in the future allow yourself the luxury of such childish enjoyments as a laugh at Claggett Chew, or his friend!\"\n\n[Illustration]\n\n\"I know that now sir,\" Chris replied solemnly. \"I asked for trouble that time.\"\n\n\"Yes,\" agreed Mr. Wicker in a tired voice, \"You did. Too bad,\" he added, and Chris saw fatigue for the first time in his master's face.", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_14_dawson_64kb_8.flac", "original_index": 11}, {"text": "\"You are a boy, but what lies before you is a man's task, and no mistake. 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Mr. Wicker looked down kindly at the boy, but there was a sadness also in his face.\n\n\"Perhaps,\" he said as if to himself, \"I have set you too great a task, my poor Christopher, for you are but a boy.\" He laid his hand on Chris's arm. <|quote_start|>\"You are a boy, but what lies before you is a man's task, and no mistake. You cannot in the future allow yourself the luxury of such childish enjoyments as a laugh at Claggett Chew, or his friend!\"<|quote_end|>\n\n[Illustration]\n\n\"I know that now sir,\" Chris replied solemnly. \"I asked for trouble that time.\"\n\n\"Yes,\" agreed Mr. Wicker in a tired voice, \"You did. Too bad,\" he added, and Chris saw fatigue for the first time in his master's face. \"The laughter you could not resist has meant that you came forcibly to Claggett Chew's notice in such a way that you will never be forgotten.\" Mr. Wicker looked from some distant horizon back to Chris.", "narrative_information_pred": {"laid": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_14_dawson_64kb_9.flac", "original_index": 12}, {"text": "\"I know that now sir,", "start_byte": 121843, "end_byte": 121864, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 214.65500183105468, "cut_end_time": 215.9800018310547, "narration": {"text": " Master and pupil looked at one another for a moment, and there was the hint of a wink in Mr. Wicker's right eye, and the vestige of an answer from Chris's left.", "cut_start_time": 151.3250018310547, "cut_end_time": 158.02000183105469, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_14_dawson_64kb_10.flac"}, "context": "Seeing the color seep back into Chris's cheeks, the men touched their caps to Mr. Wicker and went back to their interrupted tasks. Ned Cilley, with his hand on Amos's shoulder, moved off to point out some detail of the Mirabelle, and Chris and Mr. Wicker were left alone. Mr. Wicker looked down kindly at the boy, but there was a sadness also in his face.\n\n\"Perhaps,\" he said as if to himself, \"I have set you too great a task, my poor Christopher, for you are but a boy.\" He laid his hand on Chris's arm. \"You are a boy, but what lies before you is a man's task, and no mistake. You cannot in the future allow yourself the luxury of such childish enjoyments as a laugh at Claggett Chew, or his friend!\"\n\n[Illustration]\n\n<|quote_start|>\"I know that now sir,\"<|quote_end|> Chris replied solemnly. \"I asked for trouble that time.\"\n\n\"Yes,\" agreed Mr. Wicker in a tired voice, \"You did. Too bad,\" he added, and Chris saw fatigue for the first time in his master's face. \"The laughter you could not resist has meant that you came forcibly to Claggett Chew's notice in such a way that you will never be forgotten.\" Mr. Wicker looked from some distant horizon back to Chris. \"I saw it happening while I was in my study, but could not warn you in time", "narrative_information_pred": {"replied": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}, "solemnly": {"id": "1", "type": "adverb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_14_dawson_64kb_10.flac", "original_index": 13}, {"text": "\"I asked for trouble that time.\"", "start_byte": 121890, "end_byte": 121922, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 217.85499450683594, "cut_end_time": 219.63005700683593, "narration": {"text": " Master and pupil looked at one another for a moment, and there was the hint of a wink in Mr. Wicker's right eye, and the vestige of an answer from Chris's left.", "cut_start_time": 151.3250018310547, "cut_end_time": 158.02000183105469, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_14_dawson_64kb_11.flac"}, "context": "\"Perhaps,\" he said as if to himself, \"I have set you too great a task, my poor Christopher, for you are but a boy.\" He laid his hand on Chris's arm. \"You are a boy, but what lies before you is a man's task, and no mistake. You cannot in the future allow yourself the luxury of such childish enjoyments as a laugh at Claggett Chew, or his friend!\"\n\n[Illustration]\n\n\"I know that now sir,\" Chris replied solemnly. <|quote_start|>\"I asked for trouble that time.\"<|quote_end|>\n\n\"Yes,\" agreed Mr. Wicker in a tired voice, \"You did. Too bad,\" he added, and Chris saw fatigue for the first time in his master's face. \"The laughter you could not resist has meant that you came forcibly to Claggett Chew's notice in such a way that you will never be forgotten.\" Mr. Wicker looked from some distant horizon back to Chris. \"I saw it happening while I was in my study, but could not warn you in time,\" he said.", "narrative_information_pred": {"replied": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}, "solemnly": {"id": "1", "type": "adverb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_14_dawson_64kb_11.flac", "original_index": 14}, {"text": "\"Yes,", "start_byte": 121924, "end_byte": 121929, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 220.96499938964843, "cut_end_time": 222.08012438964843, "narration": {"text": " Master and pupil looked at one another for a moment, and there was the hint of a wink in Mr. Wicker's right eye, and the vestige of an answer from Chris's left.", "cut_start_time": 151.3250018310547, "cut_end_time": 158.02000183105469, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_14_dawson_64kb_12.flac"}, "context": "\"I have set you too great a task, my poor Christopher, for you are but a boy.\" He laid his hand on Chris's arm. \"You are a boy, but what lies before you is a man's task, and no mistake. You cannot in the future allow yourself the luxury of such childish enjoyments as a laugh at Claggett Chew, or his friend!\"\n\n[Illustration]\n\n\"I know that now sir,\" Chris replied solemnly. \"I asked for trouble that time.\"\n\n<|quote_start|>\"Yes,\"<|quote_end|> agreed Mr. Wicker in a tired voice, \"You did. Too bad,\" he added, and Chris saw fatigue for the first time in his master's face. \"The laughter you could not resist has meant that you came forcibly to Claggett Chew's notice in such a way that you will never be forgotten.\" Mr. Wicker looked from some distant horizon back to Chris. \"I saw it happening while I was in my study, but could not warn you in time,\" he said.", "narrative_information_pred": {"agreed": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}, "tired": {"id": "1", "type": "adjective", "confidence": 9}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_14_dawson_64kb_12.flac", "original_index": 15}, {"text": "\"You did. Too bad,", "start_byte": 121967, "end_byte": 121985, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 224.63499755859374, "cut_end_time": 226.80006005859374, "narration": {"text": " Master and pupil looked at one another for a moment, and there was the hint of a wink in Mr. Wicker's right eye, and the vestige of an answer from Chris's left.", "cut_start_time": 151.3250018310547, "cut_end_time": 158.02000183105469, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_14_dawson_64kb_13.flac"}, "context": "\"I have set you too great a task, my poor Christopher, for you are but a boy.\" He laid his hand on Chris's arm. \"You are a boy, but what lies before you is a man's task, and no mistake. You cannot in the future allow yourself the luxury of such childish enjoyments as a laugh at Claggett Chew, or his friend!\"\n\n[Illustration]\n\n\"I know that now sir,\" Chris replied solemnly. \"I asked for trouble that time.\"\n\n\"Yes,\" agreed Mr. Wicker in a tired voice, <|quote_start|>\"You did. Too bad,\"<|quote_end|> he added, and Chris saw fatigue for the first time in his master's face. \"The laughter you could not resist has meant that you came forcibly to Claggett Chew's notice in such a way that you will never be forgotten.\" Mr. Wicker looked from some distant horizon back to Chris. \"I saw it happening while I was in my study, but could not warn you in time,\" he said. \"So I came down with the ointment for your poisoned wound.\"\n\n\"Poisoned wound, sir", "narrative_information_pred": {"added": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_14_dawson_64kb_13.flac", "original_index": 16}, {"text": "\"The laughter you could not resist has meant that you came forcibly to Claggett Chew's notice in such a way that you will never be forgotten.", "start_byte": 122060, "end_byte": 122201, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 230.8550048828125, "cut_end_time": 238.8700673828125, "narration": {"text": " he added, and Chris saw fatigue for the first time in his master's face.", "cut_start_time": 227.5149932861328, "cut_end_time": 230.9801182861328, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_14_dawson_64kb_14.flac"}, "context": "\"You are a boy, but what lies before you is a man's task, and no mistake. You cannot in the future allow yourself the luxury of such childish enjoyments as a laugh at Claggett Chew, or his friend!\"\n\n[Illustration]\n\n\"I know that now sir,\" Chris replied solemnly. \"I asked for trouble that time.\"\n\n\"Yes,\" agreed Mr. Wicker in a tired voice, \"You did. Too bad,\" he added, and Chris saw fatigue for the first time in his master's face. <|quote_start|>\"The laughter you could not resist has meant that you came forcibly to Claggett Chew's notice in such a way that you will never be forgotten.\"<|quote_end|> Mr. Wicker looked from some distant horizon back to Chris. \"I saw it happening while I was in my study, but could not warn you in time,\" he said. \"So I came down with the ointment for your poisoned wound.\"\n\n\"Poisoned wound, sir?\" Chris whispered, suddenly feeling much worse than he had before.\n\n[Illustration]\n\nMr. Wicker sighed. \"Yes. Sometimes Mr. Chew has a way of wiping poison onto the metal tip of his whip. It is a slow poison -- it does not take effect for days or weeks. In fact, so long after his lash that no one attributes the whip cut to the death that finally follows. Never fear", "narrative_information_pred": {"looked": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 9}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_14_dawson_64kb_14.flac", "original_index": 17}, {"text": "\"I saw it happening while I was in my study, but could not warn you in time,", "start_byte": 122262, "end_byte": 122338, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 242.51499389648436, "cut_end_time": 246.94005639648438, "narration": {"text": " he added, and Chris saw fatigue for the first time in his master's face.", "cut_start_time": 227.5149932861328, "cut_end_time": 230.9801182861328, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_14_dawson_64kb_15.flac"}, "context": "\"I know that now sir,\" Chris replied solemnly. \"I asked for trouble that time.\"\n\n\"Yes,\" agreed Mr. Wicker in a tired voice, \"You did. Too bad,\" he added, and Chris saw fatigue for the first time in his master's face. \"The laughter you could not resist has meant that you came forcibly to Claggett Chew's notice in such a way that you will never be forgotten.\" Mr. Wicker looked from some distant horizon back to Chris. <|quote_start|>\"I saw it happening while I was in my study, but could not warn you in time,\"<|quote_end|> he said. \"So I came down with the ointment for your poisoned wound.\"\n\n\"Poisoned wound, sir?\" Chris whispered, suddenly feeling much worse than he had before.\n\n[Illustration]\n\nMr. Wicker sighed. \"Yes. Sometimes Mr. Chew has a way of wiping poison onto the metal tip of his whip. It is a slow poison -- it does not take effect for days or weeks. In fact, so long after his lash that no one attributes the whip cut to the death that finally follows. Never fear", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_14_dawson_64kb_15.flac", "original_index": 18}, {"text": "\"So I came down with the ointment for your poisoned wound.\"", "start_byte": 122349, "end_byte": 122408, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 247.85499938964844, "cut_end_time": 250.48006188964843, "narration": {"text": " he added, and Chris saw fatigue for the first time in his master's face.", "cut_start_time": 227.5149932861328, "cut_end_time": 230.9801182861328, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_14_dawson_64kb_16.flac"}, "context": "\" agreed Mr. Wicker in a tired voice, \"You did. Too bad,\" he added, and Chris saw fatigue for the first time in his master's face. \"The laughter you could not resist has meant that you came forcibly to Claggett Chew's notice in such a way that you will never be forgotten.\" Mr. Wicker looked from some distant horizon back to Chris. \"I saw it happening while I was in my study, but could not warn you in time,\" he said. <|quote_start|>\"So I came down with the ointment for your poisoned wound.\"<|quote_end|>\n\n\"Poisoned wound, sir?\" Chris whispered, suddenly feeling much worse than he had before.\n\n[Illustration]\n\nMr. Wicker sighed. \"Yes. Sometimes Mr. Chew has a way of wiping poison onto the metal tip of his whip. It is a slow poison -- it does not take effect for days or weeks. In fact, so long after his lash that no one attributes the whip cut to the death that finally follows. Never fear,\" he said smiling his reassurance,", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_14_dawson_64kb_16.flac", "original_index": 19}, {"text": "\"Poisoned wound, sir?", "start_byte": 122410, "end_byte": 122431, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 251.20499999999998, "cut_end_time": 252.89, "narration": {"text": " he added, and Chris saw fatigue for the first time in his master's face.", "cut_start_time": 227.5149932861328, "cut_end_time": 230.9801182861328, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_14_dawson_64kb_17.flac"}, "context": "\" he added, and Chris saw fatigue for the first time in his master's face. \"The laughter you could not resist has meant that you came forcibly to Claggett Chew's notice in such a way that you will never be forgotten.\" Mr. Wicker looked from some distant horizon back to Chris. \"I saw it happening while I was in my study, but could not warn you in time,\" he said. \"So I came down with the ointment for your poisoned wound.\"\n\n<|quote_start|>\"Poisoned wound, sir?\"<|quote_end|> Chris whispered, suddenly feeling much worse than he had before.\n\n[Illustration]\n\nMr. Wicker sighed. \"Yes. Sometimes Mr. Chew has a way of wiping poison onto the metal tip of his whip. It is a slow poison -- it does not take effect for days or weeks. In fact, so long after his lash that no one attributes the whip cut to the death that finally follows. Never fear,\" he said smiling his reassurance, \"the ointment I have put on will take care of that too, and your cut will be closed and healed before the day is over. What is unfortunately more lasting", "narrative_information_pred": {"whispered": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_14_dawson_64kb_17.flac", "original_index": 20}, {"text": "\"Yes. Sometimes Mr. Chew has a way of wiping poison onto the metal tip of his whip. It is a slow poison -- it does not take effect for days or weeks. In fact, so long after his lash that no one attributes the whip cut to the death that finally follows. Never fear,", "start_byte": 122534, "end_byte": 122798, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 260.46500976562504, "cut_end_time": 279.760072265625, "narration": {"text": " Chris assured him. They turned to join Amos.", "cut_start_time": 305.1449914550781, "cut_end_time": 308.45005395507815, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_14_dawson_64kb_18.flac"}, "context": "\"The laughter you could not resist has meant that you came forcibly to Claggett Chew's notice in such a way that you will never be forgotten.\" Mr. Wicker looked from some distant horizon back to Chris. \"I saw it happening while I was in my study, but could not warn you in time,\" he said. \"So I came down with the ointment for your poisoned wound.\"\n\n\"Poisoned wound, sir?\" Chris whispered, suddenly feeling much worse than he had before.\n\n[Illustration]\n\nMr. Wicker sighed. <|quote_start|>\"Yes. Sometimes Mr. Chew has a way of wiping poison onto the metal tip of his whip. It is a slow poison -- it does not take effect for days or weeks. In fact, so long after his lash that no one attributes the whip cut to the death that finally follows. Never fear,\"<|quote_end|> he said smiling his reassurance, \"the ointment I have put on will take care of that too, and your cut will be closed and healed before the day is over. What is unfortunately more lasting,\" said Mr. Wicker, \"is Mr. Chew's memory. Well\" -- and Mr. Wicker shrugged his shoulders -- \"there's no help for what is done. Use caution in the future, Christopher. That is all I ask.\"\n\n\"I shall, sir!\" Chris assured him. They turned to join Amos.", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}, "smiling": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 8}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_14_dawson_64kb_18.flac", "original_index": 21}, {"text": "\"the ointment I have put on will take care of that too, and your cut will be closed and healed before the day is over. What is unfortunately more lasting,", "start_byte": 122833, "end_byte": 122987, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 281.6249890136719, "cut_end_time": 290.5401140136719, "narration": {"text": " Chris assured him. They turned to join Amos.", "cut_start_time": 305.1449914550781, "cut_end_time": 308.45005395507815, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_14_dawson_64kb_19.flac"}, "context": "\"Poisoned wound, sir?\" Chris whispered, suddenly feeling much worse than he had before.\n\n[Illustration]\n\nMr. Wicker sighed. \"Yes. Sometimes Mr. Chew has a way of wiping poison onto the metal tip of his whip. It is a slow poison -- it does not take effect for days or weeks. In fact, so long after his lash that no one attributes the whip cut to the death that finally follows. Never fear,\" he said smiling his reassurance, <|quote_start|>\"the ointment I have put on will take care of that too, and your cut will be closed and healed before the day is over. What is unfortunately more lasting,\"<|quote_end|> said Mr. Wicker, \"is Mr. Chew's memory. Well\" -- and Mr. Wicker shrugged his shoulders -- \"there's no help for what is done. Use caution in the future, Christopher. That is all I ask.\"\n\n\"I shall, sir!\" Chris assured him. They turned to join Amos.\n\n\"Enjoy yourself the rest of the day, my boy,\" Mr. Wicker urged. \"But be constantly on the alert and look in all directions. Here,\" he said putting his hand in his pocket,", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_14_dawson_64kb_19.flac", "original_index": 22}, {"text": "\"is Mr. Chew's memory. Well", "start_byte": 123006, "end_byte": 123033, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 292.01500000000004, "cut_end_time": 295.09000000000003, "narration": {"text": " Chris assured him. They turned to join Amos.", "cut_start_time": 305.1449914550781, "cut_end_time": 308.45005395507815, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_14_dawson_64kb_20.flac"}, "context": "\"Yes. Sometimes Mr. Chew has a way of wiping poison onto the metal tip of his whip. It is a slow poison -- it does not take effect for days or weeks. In fact, so long after his lash that no one attributes the whip cut to the death that finally follows. Never fear,\" he said smiling his reassurance, \"the ointment I have put on will take care of that too, and your cut will be closed and healed before the day is over. What is unfortunately more lasting,\" said Mr. Wicker, <|quote_start|>\"is Mr. Chew's memory. Well\"<|quote_end|> -- and Mr. Wicker shrugged his shoulders -- \"there's no help for what is done. Use caution in the future, Christopher. That is all I ask.\"\n\n\"I shall, sir!\" Chris assured him. They turned to join Amos.\n\n\"Enjoy yourself the rest of the day, my boy,\" Mr. Wicker urged. \"But be constantly on the alert and look in all directions. Here,\" he said putting his hand in his pocket, \"take these few coins in case you should need them. Now find Amos, and be off with you!\"", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_14_dawson_64kb_20.flac", "original_index": 23}, {"text": "\"there's no help for what is done. Use caution in the future, Christopher. That is all I ask.\"", "start_byte": 123079, "end_byte": 123173, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 297.6149853515625, "cut_end_time": 302.7500478515625, "narration": {"text": " Chris assured him. They turned to join Amos.", "cut_start_time": 305.1449914550781, "cut_end_time": 308.45005395507815, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_14_dawson_64kb_21.flac"}, "context": "\"Yes. Sometimes Mr. Chew has a way of wiping poison onto the metal tip of his whip. It is a slow poison -- it does not take effect for days or weeks. In fact, so long after his lash that no one attributes the whip cut to the death that finally follows. Never fear,\" he said smiling his reassurance, \"the ointment I have put on will take care of that too, and your cut will be closed and healed before the day is over. What is unfortunately more lasting,\" said Mr. Wicker, \"is Mr. Chew's memory. Well\" -- and Mr. Wicker shrugged his shoulders -- <|quote_start|>\"there's no help for what is done. Use caution in the future, Christopher. That is all I ask.\"<|quote_end|>\n\n\"I shall, sir!\" Chris assured him. They turned to join Amos.\n\n\"Enjoy yourself the rest of the day, my boy,\" Mr. Wicker urged. \"But be constantly on the alert and look in all directions. Here,\" he said putting his hand in his pocket, \"take these few coins in case you should need them. Now find Amos, and be off with you!\"\n\nAlthough Chris would have liked to investigate all the wharves and see as many of the vessels as he could, he understood the warning given him by Mr. Wicker. So with Amos he moved away from the scenes he preferred, taking the first road he saw leading off Water Street.", "narrative_information_pred": {"shrugged": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_14_dawson_64kb_21.flac", "original_index": 24}, {"text": "\"I shall, sir!", "start_byte": 123175, "end_byte": 123189, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 303.3749951171875, "cut_end_time": 304.46005761718754, "narration": {"text": " Chris assured him. They turned to join Amos.", "cut_start_time": 305.1449914550781, "cut_end_time": 308.45005395507815, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_14_dawson_64kb_22.flac"}, "context": "\"Yes. Sometimes Mr. Chew has a way of wiping poison onto the metal tip of his whip. It is a slow poison -- it does not take effect for days or weeks. In fact, so long after his lash that no one attributes the whip cut to the death that finally follows. Never fear,\" he said smiling his reassurance, \"the ointment I have put on will take care of that too, and your cut will be closed and healed before the day is over. What is unfortunately more lasting,\" said Mr. Wicker, \"is Mr. Chew's memory. Well\" -- and Mr. Wicker shrugged his shoulders -- \"there's no help for what is done. Use caution in the future, Christopher. That is all I ask.\"\n\n<|quote_start|>\"I shall, sir!\"<|quote_end|> Chris assured him. They turned to join Amos.\n\n\"Enjoy yourself the rest of the day, my boy,\" Mr. Wicker urged. \"But be constantly on the alert and look in all directions. Here,\" he said putting his hand in his pocket, \"take these few coins in case you should need them. Now find Amos, and be off with you!\"\n\nAlthough Chris would have liked to investigate all the wharves and see as many of the vessels as he could, he understood the warning given him by Mr. Wicker. 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Well\" -- and Mr. Wicker shrugged his shoulders -- \"there's no help for what is done. Use caution in the future, Christopher. That is all I ask.\"\n\n\"I shall, sir!\" Chris assured him. They turned to join Amos.\n\n<|quote_start|>\"Enjoy yourself the rest of the day, my boy,\"<|quote_end|> Mr. Wicker urged. \"But be constantly on the alert and look in all directions. Here,\" he said putting his hand in his pocket, \"take these few coins in case you should need them. Now find Amos, and be off with you!\"\n\nAlthough Chris would have liked to investigate all the wharves and see as many of the vessels as he could, he understood the warning given him by Mr. Wicker. 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Well\" -- and Mr. Wicker shrugged his shoulders -- \"there's no help for what is done. Use caution in the future, Christopher. That is all I ask.\"\n\n\"I shall, sir!\" Chris assured him. They turned to join Amos.\n\n\"Enjoy yourself the rest of the day, my boy,\" Mr. Wicker urged. <|quote_start|>\"But be constantly on the alert and look in all directions. Here,\"<|quote_end|> he said putting his hand in his pocket, \"take these few coins in case you should need them. Now find Amos, and be off with you!\"\n\nAlthough Chris would have liked to investigate all the wharves and see as many of the vessels as he could, he understood the warning given him by Mr. Wicker. So with Amos he moved away from the scenes he preferred, taking the first road he saw leading off Water Street.\n\nM Street was, for Chris, completely unrecognizable. It was merely a broad unpaved road in what seemed, at best, a country town. 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Use caution in the future, Christopher. That is all I ask.\"\n\n\"I shall, sir!\" Chris assured him. They turned to join Amos.\n\n\"Enjoy yourself the rest of the day, my boy,\" Mr. Wicker urged. \"But be constantly on the alert and look in all directions. Here,\" he said putting his hand in his pocket, <|quote_start|>\"take these few coins in case you should need them. Now find Amos, and be off with you!\"<|quote_end|>\n\nAlthough Chris would have liked to investigate all the wharves and see as many of the vessels as he could, he understood the warning given him by Mr. Wicker. So with Amos he moved away from the scenes he preferred, taking the first road he saw leading off Water Street.\n\nM Street was, for Chris, completely unrecognizable. It was merely a broad unpaved road in what seemed, at best, a country town. Groves of old trees, pasture lands and orchards of large size surrounded the few houses. It was hard for Chris to realize that this was the core of the capital of the vast and teeming country into which he had been born.", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_14_dawson_64kb_25.flac", "original_index": 28}, {"text": "\"What you-all looking for?", "start_byte": 125159, "end_byte": 125185, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 418.8550061035156, "cut_end_time": 420.47006860351564, "narration": {"text": " Chris assured him. They turned to join Amos.", "cut_start_time": 305.1449914550781, "cut_end_time": 308.45005395507815, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_14_dawson_64kb_26.flac"}, "context": "The boys walked to the bank above the park and looked down. The broad asphalt traffic lanes were gone, and so was the tidiness of the park lawns. Below him, Chris saw the tangled thick forests that had always stood there. The creek itself, in the quiet of this earlier time, could be plainly heard running over its stones.\n\nChris turned and led Amos to where he half expected to see his mother's house. But where his house would stand in some future year, nothing was to be seen but a dense grove of trees growing along the top of a little rise of ground. Someone had once built a fire at the corner, where his front door would one day be. Chris kicked idly at the ashes and picked up a metal button blackened by the fire.\n\n<|quote_start|>\"What you-all looking for?\"<|quote_end|> patient Amos asked.\n\n\"Just something I hoped I'd find,\" Chris answered, filled with a sense of desolation.\n\nThen he made himself remember that his house had yet to be built, and aware of the hollowness of his stomach, he said to Amos: \"Must be lunch time. 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Let's go down to the creek to eat.\"\n\nThey scrambled down the bank near where, in his time, there was a children's playground, and weaving in and out of the thick wood, found the creek, clear and fresh. Here they ate their lunch, and then, running and leaping, followed the turns of the stream until they neared the marshes and the river.", "narrative_information_pred": {"answered": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_14_dawson_64kb_27.flac", "original_index": 30}]}

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Here they ate their lunch, and then, running and leaping, followed the turns of the stream until they neared the marshes and the river.\n\nCHAPTER 15\n\nThe two boys came out toward the mouth of Rock Creek and as the woods thinned, they saw ahead of them a sandy sloping bank on which a small boat was drawn up. Around the coals of a fire nearby, three men were crouching. Remembering Mr. Wicker's warning to be cautious, Chris put out a hand to touch Amos and the two stood still.\n\n<|quote_start|>\"Let's climb up a little above them,\"<|quote_end|> Chris suggested. \"We're beyond the bridge -- they might be -- well, we'd better be careful. I want to see what they're doing before they see us.\"\n\nAmos agreeing, the two boys, with extra care for rattling twigs, moved stealthily up the banks of the Potomac that rose with increasing steepness. The men, who were huddled near their fire now, came directly into their view below, and Chris and Amos could see that they were playing cards. 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Pay up now, or it won't go well with you,\" he rasped out, laying his hand on a dagger stuck into his belt.\n\n\"What about your glass, your spyglass, Gosler?\" urged the first man. \"Put that up and it will cover your losses well enough!\" he sneered, but Simon Gosler hugged his coat to him and looked from side to side searching for a way of escape.\n\n<|quote_start|>\"No, no, good fellows,\"<|quote_end|> he moaned, \"not my glass. I won that from the Captain himself three years ago, and that I never shall part from willingly.\"\n\n\"You'd part from it for silver quick enough!\" snarled the first gambler, \"and of that you must have plenty, for 'tis rare you ever lose. Come now, we'll give you a few minutes more to make up your mind, but make it up you must. Either the glass or silver, you may choose.\"\n\nThe two gamblers rose menacingly and moved away to put their boat into the stream. 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Pay up now, or it won't go well with you,\" he rasped out, laying his hand on a dagger stuck into his belt.\n\n\"What about your glass, your spyglass, Gosler?\" urged the first man. \"Put that up and it will cover your losses well enough!\" he sneered, but Simon Gosler hugged his coat to him and looked from side to side searching for a way of escape.\n\n\"No, no, good fellows,\" he moaned, <|quote_start|>\"not my glass. I won that from the Captain himself three years ago, and that I never shall part from willingly.\"<|quote_end|>\n\n\"You'd part from it for silver quick enough!\" snarled the first gambler, \"and of that you must have plenty, for 'tis rare you ever lose. Come now, we'll give you a few minutes more to make up your mind, but make it up you must. Either the glass or silver, you may choose.\"\n\nThe two gamblers rose menacingly and moved away to put their boat into the stream. 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I won that from the Captain himself three years ago, and that I never shall part from willingly.\"\n\n\"You'd part from it for silver quick enough!\" snarled the first gambler, <|quote_start|>\"and of that you must have plenty, for 'tis rare you ever lose. Come now, we'll give you a few minutes more to make up your mind, but make it up you must. Either the glass or silver, you may choose.\"<|quote_end|>\n\nThe two gamblers rose menacingly and moved away to put their boat into the stream. Simon Gosler was left mumbling and sniveling and fingering his coat pocket, in which he kept his glass. Chris, watching him, had a sudden inspiration and whispered to Amos. \"Hide here behind those bushes and don't follow me. Don't move or show yourself. I'm going to have that glass.\"\n\nSo saying he moved carefully back until he was out of sight of Amos, and then, for the first time on his own, he tried a change of shape. 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The old cripple saw the coin before it had bounced twice on the stone, and with a quick sly look over his shoulder at the backs of his companions as they pushed at the boat, hoisted himself up on his crutch and began hobbling over toward his find.", "narrative_information_pred": {"whispered": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_15_dawson_64kb_14.flac", "original_index": 14}, {"text": "\"I've heard what went on, Simon Gosler,", "start_byte": 129364, "end_byte": 129403, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 250.03500122070312, "cut_end_time": 253.06000122070313, "narration": {"text": " he sneered, but Simon Gosler hugged his coat to him and looked from side to side searching for a way of escape.", "cut_start_time": 135.54499389648436, "cut_end_time": 141.83005639648437, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_15_dawson_64kb_15.flac"}, "context": "So saying he moved carefully back until he was out of sight of Amos, and then, for the first time on his own, he tried a change of shape. Choosing a broad flat stone at the edge of the shrubbery and safely removed from the sight of the two winners, he changed himself into a silver coin and allowed himself to drop with a sweet metallic ring on the stone, waiting winking in the sun for Simon Gosler. The old cripple saw the coin before it had bounced twice on the stone, and with a quick sly look over his shoulder at the backs of his companions as they pushed at the boat, hoisted himself up on his crutch and began hobbling over toward his find.\n\nBut instead of a coin, he found only a resolute boy awaiting him, tossing and catching a silver piece. It was one of those Mr. Wicker had given Chris but an hour before. He looked Simon Gosler in the eye.\n\n<|quote_start|>\"I've heard what went on, Simon Gosler,\"<|quote_end|> said Chris, his eyes on a level with the rheumy watering eyes of the cripple, \"and if you will sell your spyglass to me, I'll buy it off you with this silver piece. 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You put the glass down between us -- carefully, mind you -- and back away. I'll throw you the coin when I've seen if the glass is worth the silver!\"\n\nMumbling to himself, Simon Gosler did as he was told. He reached back in his coat pocket to draw out a small spyglass, which he laid down on the ground. He then backed away. Chris picked up and examined the glass, tested it, and then just as the two gamblers came back up the riverbank, tossed the silver piece to the beggar. Gosler caught it in mid-air with the dexterity of years of practice. In an instant Chris had vanished into the thick shade of the wood, and going as fast but as quietly as he could, regained the place where Amos waited for him.", "narrative_information_pred": {"added": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_15_dawson_64kb_19.flac", "original_index": 19}, {"text": "\"Very well, you nasty young man, I'll sell my glass. 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Hurry up -- your friends will soon be coming back, and I don't think they intend to argue,\" he added.\n\n[Illustration]\n\nGosler, still rubbing his head and muttering, finally spoke. \"Very well, you nasty young man, I'll sell my glass. Give me the coin!\" and he stretched out a dirty claw.\n\n<|quote_start|>\"Oh no!\"<|quote_end|> Chris shook his head decisively. \"No indeed! You put the glass down between us -- carefully, mind you -- and back away. I'll throw you the coin when I've seen if the glass is worth the silver!\"\n\nMumbling to himself, Simon Gosler did as he was told. He reached back in his coat pocket to draw out a small spyglass, which he laid down on the ground. He then backed away. Chris picked up and examined the glass, tested it, and then just as the two gamblers came back up the riverbank, tossed the silver piece to the beggar. Gosler caught it in mid-air with the dexterity of years of practice. 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Hurry up -- your friends will soon be coming back, and I don't think they intend to argue,\" he added.\n\n[Illustration]\n\nGosler, still rubbing his head and muttering, finally spoke. \"Very well, you nasty young man, I'll sell my glass. Give me the coin!\" and he stretched out a dirty claw.\n\n\"Oh no!\" Chris shook his head decisively. <|quote_start|>\"No indeed! You put the glass down between us -- carefully, mind you -- and back away. I'll throw you the coin when I've seen if the glass is worth the silver!\"<|quote_end|>\n\nMumbling to himself, Simon Gosler did as he was told. He reached back in his coat pocket to draw out a small spyglass, which he laid down on the ground. He then backed away. Chris picked up and examined the glass, tested it, and then just as the two gamblers came back up the riverbank, tossed the silver piece to the beggar. Gosler caught it in mid-air with the dexterity of years of practice. 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Chris picked up and examined the glass, tested it, and then just as the two gamblers came back up the riverbank, tossed the silver piece to the beggar. Gosler caught it in mid-air with the dexterity of years of practice. In an instant Chris had vanished into the thick shade of the wood, and going as fast but as quietly as he could, regained the place where Amos waited for him.\n\n[Illustration]\n\n\"Gee, Chris!\" Amos exclaimed, for he had caught all Chris's expression of speech, <|quote_start|>\"We got us a spyglass!\"<|quote_end|>\n\n\"We sure have!\" Chris agreed, \"And it's a fine one -- best I ever saw,\" he said. \"Here, try it out over the river there, where that ship is anchored.\"\n\nAmos pointed the glass through the shrubs toward a distant ship that swung at anchor close to the shore, and while he tried out their prize, Chris watched the departure of the three gamblers. 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He reached back in his coat pocket to draw out a small spyglass, which he laid down on the ground. He then backed away. Chris picked up and examined the glass, tested it, and then just as the two gamblers came back up the riverbank, tossed the silver piece to the beggar. Gosler caught it in mid-air with the dexterity of years of practice. 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Chris picked up and examined the glass, tested it, and then just as the two gamblers came back up the riverbank, tossed the silver piece to the beggar. Gosler caught it in mid-air with the dexterity of years of practice. In an instant Chris had vanished into the thick shade of the wood, and going as fast but as quietly as he could, regained the place where Amos waited for him.\n\n[Illustration]\n\n\"Gee, Chris!\" Amos exclaimed, for he had caught all Chris's expression of speech, \"We got us a spyglass!\"\n\n\"We sure have!\" Chris agreed, \"And it's a fine one -- best I ever saw,\" he said. <|quote_start|>\"Here, try it out over the river there, where that ship is anchored.\"<|quote_end|>\n\nAmos pointed the glass through the shrubs toward a distant ship that swung at anchor close to the shore, and while he tried out their prize, Chris watched the departure of the three gamblers. Gosler had evidently paid up while Chris was returning to their hidden perch, for he was now hustled into the boat by the other two. Soon the three were far down the stream and their boat was moving into the main flow of the river.\n\n\"Here,\" Amos said passing back the glass,", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_15_dawson_64kb_25.flac", "original_index": 27}, {"text": "\"you look. That's a mighty fine ship out there, black as the Mirabelle is white, but she looks fast and strong just the same.\"", "start_byte": 132378, "end_byte": 132504, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 439.7049975585938, "cut_end_time": 446.3600600585938, "narration": {"text": " Amos exclaimed, for he had caught all Chris's expression of speech,", "cut_start_time": 395.36498657226565, "cut_end_time": 398.84004907226563, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_15_dawson_64kb_26.flac"}, "context": "Amos pointed the glass through the shrubs toward a distant ship that swung at anchor close to the shore, and while he tried out their prize, Chris watched the departure of the three gamblers. Gosler had evidently paid up while Chris was returning to their hidden perch, for he was now hustled into the boat by the other two. Soon the three were far down the stream and their boat was moving into the main flow of the river.\n\n\"Here,\" Amos said passing back the glass, <|quote_start|>\"you look. That's a mighty fine ship out there, black as the Mirabelle is white, but she looks fast and strong just the same.\"<|quote_end|>\n\nBut Chris, taking the glass, was idly following the progress of the three men. Gosler, lost in gloom, sat in the stern hugging his rags about him. The other two bent their backs to the oars and headed straight for the anchored ship.\n\nTurning the glass to the brig Chris hunted for the name as the prow swung about. Through the glass the letters, gold on the black-painted side, leapt at his eye across the distance. Venture, Chris read, and with a beating heart he saw his adversary's ship for the first time.", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}, "passing": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 9}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_15_dawson_64kb_26.flac", "original_index": 29}]}

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I therefore ask you to so contrive it that the casks be hidden in bales or boxes so that they seem to be anything but what they are.\" He tapped the rolled charts thoughtfully on the palm of one hand. \"Our only chance to steal a march on the Venture will be to sail at least a day before her.\" The two men listening nodded in agreement.", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_17_dawson_64kb_18.flac", "original_index": 22}, {"text": "\"should water casks be seen going on board, the whole of Georgetown will know you mean to sail. 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I therefore ask you to so contrive it that the casks be hidden in bales or boxes so that they seem to be anything but what they are.\" He tapped the rolled charts thoughtfully on the palm of one hand. \"Our only chance to steal a march on the Venture will be to sail at least a day before her.\" The two men listening nodded in agreement. <|quote_start|>\"There is one other thing. 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I therefore ask you to so contrive it that the casks be hidden in bales or boxes so that they seem to be anything but what they are.\" He tapped the rolled charts thoughtfully on the palm of one hand. \"Our only chance to steal a march on the Venture will be to sail at least a day before her.\" The two men listening nodded in agreement. \"There is one other thing. Your orders for where you are to anchor, once near China, will be secret, and carried on the person of this boy.\" He laid one hand on Chris's shoulder. <|quote_start|>\"He has a task of utmost secrecy to carry out and will require your help, encouragement, and silence.\"<|quote_end|>\n\nCaptain Blizzard and Mr. Finney looked solemnly at Chris who looked as solemnly back.\n\n[Illustration]\n\n\"Not only that,\" Mr. Wicker went on, \"but his presence on the ship must not be known until the Mirabelle is well to sea.\" He glanced down meditatively at Chris. \"I shall arrange to bring him aboard somehow, and give you your sailing orders later.\"\n\nHe strode over to the window looking out to his gardens and the trees where the apples showed their russet cheeks.", "narrative_information_pred": {"laid": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_17_dawson_64kb_22.flac", "original_index": 26}, {"text": "\"but his presence on the ship must not be known until the Mirabelle is well to sea.", "start_byte": 144620, "end_byte": 144703, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 307.554990234375, "cut_end_time": 312.320115234375, "narration": {"text": "He strode over to the window looking out to his gardens and the trees where the apples showed their russet cheeks.", "cut_start_time": 320.83501098632814, "cut_end_time": 326.51007348632817, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_17_dawson_64kb_23.flac"}, "context": "\" The two men listening nodded in agreement. \"There is one other thing. Your orders for where you are to anchor, once near China, will be secret, and carried on the person of this boy.\" He laid one hand on Chris's shoulder. \"He has a task of utmost secrecy to carry out and will require your help, encouragement, and silence.\"\n\nCaptain Blizzard and Mr. Finney looked solemnly at Chris who looked as solemnly back.\n\n[Illustration]\n\n\"Not only that,\" Mr. Wicker went on, <|quote_start|>\"but his presence on the ship must not be known until the Mirabelle is well to sea.\"<|quote_end|> He glanced down meditatively at Chris. \"I shall arrange to bring him aboard somehow, and give you your sailing orders later.\"\n\nHe strode over to the window looking out to his gardens and the trees where the apples showed their russet cheeks.\n\n\"Leave me these charts for yet a little while, and I shall ponder on our plans,\" said Mr. Wicker. He turned. \"See that the water casks are taken on at once, Captain, and hidden, and make a place for Christopher, here", "narrative_information_pred": {"went": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_17_dawson_64kb_23.flac", "original_index": 28}, {"text": "\"I shall arrange to bring him aboard somehow, and give you your sailing orders later.\"", "start_byte": 144744, "end_byte": 144830, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 315.0849914550781, "cut_end_time": 320.02011645507815, "narration": {"text": "He strode over to the window looking out to his gardens and the trees where the apples showed their russet cheeks.", "cut_start_time": 320.83501098632814, "cut_end_time": 326.51007348632817, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_17_dawson_64kb_24.flac"}, "context": "\"There is one other thing. 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May we look at the river charts again?\"\n\nMaster and pupil spread out the charts once more, and Chris pointed eagerly.", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_17_dawson_64kb_25.flac", "original_index": 30}, {"text": "\"See that the water casks are taken on at once, Captain, and hidden, and make a place for Christopher, here,", "start_byte": 145057, "end_byte": 145165, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 334.29498657226566, "cut_end_time": 339.78011157226564, "narration": {"text": "He strode over to the window looking out to his gardens and the trees where the apples showed their russet cheeks.", "cut_start_time": 320.83501098632814, "cut_end_time": 326.51007348632817, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_17_dawson_64kb_26.flac"}, "context": "\"Not only that,\" Mr. Wicker went on, \"but his presence on the ship must not be known until the Mirabelle is well to sea.\" He glanced down meditatively at Chris. \"I shall arrange to bring him aboard somehow, and give you your sailing orders later.\"\n\nHe strode over to the window looking out to his gardens and the trees where the apples showed their russet cheeks.\n\n\"Leave me these charts for yet a little while, and I shall ponder on our plans,\" said Mr. Wicker. 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Now sir, the sandbar being just below and ahead of the Venture, once the Mirabelle has slipped by, wouldn't it be too bad if something happened to make the Venture drift with the tide and run aground?\"", "narrative_information_pred": {"added": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_17_dawson_64kb_26.flac", "original_index": 31}, {"text": "\"Mr. Wicker, sir, I have a plan! 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May we look at the river charts again?\"<|quote_end|>\n\nMaster and pupil spread out the charts once more, and Chris pointed eagerly.\n\n\"Look, sir! Here is the sandbar, and here\" -- he put his finger down -- \"the Venture. Or she was, yesterday. Now sir, the sandbar being just below and ahead of the Venture, once the Mirabelle has slipped by, wouldn't it be too bad if something happened to make the Venture drift with the tide and run aground?\"\n\nHe looked eagerly up into Mr. Wicker's face and saw in it the reflection of his own excitement.", "narrative_information_pred": {"spoke": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}, "up": {"id": "1", "type": "adverb", "confidence": 8}, "excitement": {"id": "1", "type": "noun", "confidence": 9}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_17_dawson_64kb_27.flac", "original_index": 33}, {"text": "\"Look, sir! Here is the sandbar, and here", "start_byte": 145479, "end_byte": 145520, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 358.7549926757813, "cut_end_time": 361.8601176757813, "narration": {"text": "Master and pupil spread out the charts once more, and Chris pointed eagerly.", "cut_start_time": 354.4949951171875, "cut_end_time": 358.2500576171875, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_17_dawson_64kb_28.flac"}, "context": "\"See that the water casks are taken on at once, Captain, and hidden, and make a place for Christopher, here,\" and at a beseeching look from Chris he added with a smile, \"and Amos.\"\n\nNo sooner were the Captain and Mr. Finney gone than Chris spoke up in great excitement. \"Mr. Wicker, sir, I have a plan! May we look at the river charts again?\"\n\nMaster and pupil spread out the charts once more, and Chris pointed eagerly.\n\n<|quote_start|>\"Look, sir! Here is the sandbar, and here\"<|quote_end|> -- he put his finger down -- \"the Venture. Or she was, yesterday. Now sir, the sandbar being just below and ahead of the Venture, once the Mirabelle has slipped by, wouldn't it be too bad if something happened to make the Venture drift with the tide and run aground?\"\n\nHe looked eagerly up into Mr. Wicker's face and saw in it the reflection of his own excitement.\n\n\"There are times, Christopher,\" said Mr. Wicker with his eyes snapping, \"when you surprise even me. But how is it to be done?\"", "narrative_information_pred": {"put": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 9}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_17_dawson_64kb_28.flac", "original_index": 34}, {"text": "\"the Venture. Or she was, yesterday. 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May we look at the river charts again?\"\n\nMaster and pupil spread out the charts once more, and Chris pointed eagerly.\n\n\"Look, sir! Here is the sandbar, and here\" -- he put his finger down -- <|quote_start|>\"the Venture. Or she was, yesterday. Now sir, the sandbar being just below and ahead of the Venture, once the Mirabelle has slipped by, wouldn't it be too bad if something happened to make the Venture drift with the tide and run aground?\"<|quote_end|>\n\nHe looked eagerly up into Mr. Wicker's face and saw in it the reflection of his own excitement.\n\n\"There are times, Christopher,\" said Mr. Wicker with his eyes snapping, \"when you surprise even me. But how is it to be done?\"\n\n\"Well, sir,\" began Chris, \"it's a little tricky but I think, what with the things we know, it can be worked.\"\n\nHe began outlining to his master the details of his plan.\n\nCHAPTER 18\n\nIt was perhaps as well that Chris had more than enough to think of. Otherwise the wrench at leaving home might have been even more distressing than it was. His last day passed like a flash, though from his attitude no one, certainly not Becky, would have guessed that the next morning he would not be there to eat his breakfast in the sunny kitchen window. Amos, quick to sense all Chris's moods, knew something was afoot, and when Chris and Mr. Wicker finally told him of the sailing plan, Amos's eyes grew rounder than ever and sparkled more brightly, but he said never a word.", "narrative_information_pred": {"put": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_17_dawson_64kb_29.flac", "original_index": 35}]}

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Then must he heave to, and you will go over the side, and as a fish, find out the channel, for the coral is dangerous and the way into the cove almost impossible to find even by day.", "narrative_information_pred": {"announced": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_21_dawson_64kb_1.flac", "original_index": 1}, {"text": "\"Nearly to Tahiti, eh, my lad?", "start_byte": 178006, "end_byte": 178036, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 175.74500122070313, "cut_end_time": 178.40006372070312, "narration": {"text": "Chris tapped three times, his heart thumping with excitement at the prospect of the imminent action.", "cut_start_time": 286.1050048828125, "cut_end_time": 293.2100673828125, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_21_dawson_64kb_2.flac"}, "context": "\"'Tis a fair place, is Tahiti, and one you lads will have an interest and a pleasure in seeing.\"\n\nChris lost no time, as soon as he could do it without being noticed, in hurrying down to his cabin. 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Then you must do your part, for you must board Claggett Chew's ship and see to it that his vessel does not gain many days' advantage over the Mirabelle. By daylight the Mirabelle will find her way safely to sea again, and you will rejoin her with the aid of the rope.\" The voice paused and then enquired, <|quote_start|>\"Is all this clear?\"<|quote_end|>\n\nChris tapped three times, his heart thumping with excitement at the prospect of the imminent action.\n\nGoing up to the Captain's cabin, he took advantage of a moment when Mr. Finney and Amos were outside to ask Captain Blizzard if he might speak with him alone.\n\n\"Certainly my boy,\" boomed out the Captain, his blue eyes abruptly keen and penetrating. \"Mr. Finney will be some time on deck. We cannot be overheard in here.\"\n\nHe motioned to a stool as he let himself fall heavily into a teakwood armchair made especially for his bulk. 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Then you must do your part, for you must board Claggett Chew's ship and see to it that his vessel does not gain many days' advantage over the Mirabelle. By daylight the Mirabelle will find her way safely to sea again, and you will rejoin her with the aid of the rope.\" The voice paused and then enquired, \"Is all this clear?\"\n\nChris tapped three times, his heart thumping with excitement at the prospect of the imminent action.\n\nGoing up to the Captain's cabin, he took advantage of a moment when Mr. Finney and Amos were outside to ask Captain Blizzard if he might speak with him alone.\n\n<|quote_start|>\"Certainly my boy,\"<|quote_end|> boomed out the Captain, his blue eyes abruptly keen and penetrating. \"Mr. Finney will be some time on deck. We cannot be overheard in here.\"\n\nHe motioned to a stool as he let himself fall heavily into a teakwood armchair made especially for his bulk. 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We cannot be overheard in here.\"\n\nHe motioned to a stool as he let himself fall heavily into a teakwood armchair made especially for his bulk. But Chris was too excited to sit down, and delivered his message standing.\n\nWhen he described how in the night -- that very night, he realized with a jumping pulse -- he was to go over the side of the Mirabelle and find out the channel, the Captain looked at him piercingly.\n\n<|quote_start|>\"How now, lad,\"<|quote_end|> he said in his deep voice, \"how are you to find the channel in the dark?\"\n\nThis was a question Chris was unprepared for, but he took a long breath which gave him a moment of extra time, and then replied.\n\n\"I -- I see uncommonly well by night, Captain sir,\" he said, \"and I'm a very strong swimmer.\"\n\nHis face froze with nervousness that this might not do as an answer, and he stood stiff and still before Captain Blizzard. The Captain sat forward in his chair looking at him for a long moment, considering. 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We cannot be overheard in here.\"\n\nHe motioned to a stool as he let himself fall heavily into a teakwood armchair made especially for his bulk. But Chris was too excited to sit down, and delivered his message standing.\n\nWhen he described how in the night -- that very night, he realized with a jumping pulse -- he was to go over the side of the Mirabelle and find out the channel, the Captain looked at him piercingly.\n\n\"How now, lad,\" he said in his deep voice, <|quote_start|>\"how are you to find the channel in the dark?\"<|quote_end|>\n\nThis was a question Chris was unprepared for, but he took a long breath which gave him a moment of extra time, and then replied.\n\n\"I -- I see uncommonly well by night, Captain sir,\" he said, \"and I'm a very strong swimmer.\"\n\nHis face froze with nervousness that this might not do as an answer, and he stood stiff and still before Captain Blizzard. The Captain sat forward in his chair looking at him for a long moment, considering. 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She's all I have, young man, and you can understand that to trust her to so young a lad, clever though you may be, to go safely past jagged coral reefs into a cove I never even guessed at, well\" -- he threw out a hand and then rubbed his chin with it -- <|quote_start|>\"You can understand I do not fancy it. However,\"<|quote_end|> and he leaned back in his chair again, \"I take orders from Mr. Wicker, the owner of the Mirabelle, and since he says so, this is how it must be.\"\n\nHe paused, fingering his lower lip and looking sideways in a reflective fashion at Chris standing before him.\n\n\"He told me you would have information from him for me, from time to time. We shall say no more, but I trust you understand the responsibility you have? 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She's all I have, young man, and you can understand that to trust her to so young a lad, clever though you may be, to go safely past jagged coral reefs into a cove I never even guessed at, well\" -- he threw out a hand and then rubbed his chin with it -- \"You can understand I do not fancy it. However,\" and he leaned back in his chair again, <|quote_start|>\"I take orders from Mr. Wicker, the owner of the Mirabelle, and since he says so, this is how it must be.\"<|quote_end|>\n\nHe paused, fingering his lower lip and looking sideways in a reflective fashion at Chris standing before him.\n\n\"He told me you would have information from him for me, from time to time. We shall say no more, but I trust you understand the responsibility you have? This ship, its cargo, and its men will be in your hands.\"\n\nChris felt cold for a moment, chilled as he had never been before, but he spoke up firmly. \"Yes sir. I think I can do it safely, or I should not try, sir.\"", "narrative_information_pred": {"leaned": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 9}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_21_dawson_64kb_11.flac", "original_index": 14}, {"text": "\"He told me you would have information from him for me, from time to time. We shall say no more, but I trust you understand the responsibility you have? This ship, its cargo, and its men will be in your hands.\"", "start_byte": 181829, "end_byte": 182039, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 413.81499755859375, "cut_end_time": 427.0300600585938, "narration": {"text": "He paused, fingering his lower lip and looking sideways in a reflective fashion at Chris standing before him.", "cut_start_time": 407.6650024414063, "cut_end_time": 412.9500024414063, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_21_dawson_64kb_12.flac"}, "context": "\"Well, I do not care for it, I cannot say I do. This ship is more to me than wife or mother or family. She's all I have, young man, and you can understand that to trust her to so young a lad, clever though you may be, to go safely past jagged coral reefs into a cove I never even guessed at, well\" -- he threw out a hand and then rubbed his chin with it -- \"You can understand I do not fancy it. However,\" and he leaned back in his chair again, \"I take orders from Mr. Wicker, the owner of the Mirabelle, and since he says so, this is how it must be.\"\n\nHe paused, fingering his lower lip and looking sideways in a reflective fashion at Chris standing before him.\n\n<|quote_start|>\"He told me you would have information from him for me, from time to time. We shall say no more, but I trust you understand the responsibility you have? This ship, its cargo, and its men will be in your hands.\"<|quote_end|>\n\nChris felt cold for a moment, chilled as he had never been before, but he spoke up firmly. \"Yes sir. 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As they went over for the last time all the details of what lay ahead of them in the next few hours, Chris, glancing out the windows of the Captain's cabin, saw the splendors of a tropical sunset streaking the sky.", "narrative_information_pred": {"winked": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_21_dawson_64kb_19.flac", "original_index": 23}, {"text": "\"Have no fear on that score, Christopher.", "start_byte": 183383, "end_byte": 183424, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 513.8249755859375, "cut_end_time": 515.7700380859375, "narration": {"text": "Chris turned slowly, his glass to his eyes, searching the edge of what was now their world, and especially the line where the sea and sky meet.", "cut_start_time": 638.3349780273438, "cut_end_time": 646.2200405273438, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_21_dawson_64kb_20.flac"}, "context": "\"I am somewhat skilled in medicaments -- I have to be, as captain of a ship, and the crew know it. I shall say that you are in my own cabin so that I can care for you. I shall allow no one to enter it but myself. It will be a most contagious fever for a time,\" he added with his eyes twinkling. \"I shall bring you food with my own hands. Nothing much -- broth and gruel, and I daresay I can eat it myself if I cannot throw it out the porthole!\" He winked at Chris. <|quote_start|>\"Have no fear on that score, Christopher.\"<|quote_end|> He looked steadily at the boy in front of him. \"You have your part to carry out, I have mine.\"\n\nNot since he had left Mr. Wicker had Chris felt such confidence as he did in the words and actions of Captain Blizzard. He knew now that his absence, for as long as he had to be away, would be covered up and satisfactorily accounted for.\n\nTheir conversation had taken some little while. 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I shall say that you are in my own cabin so that I can care for you. I shall allow no one to enter it but myself. It will be a most contagious fever for a time,\" he added with his eyes twinkling. \"I shall bring you food with my own hands. Nothing much -- broth and gruel, and I daresay I can eat it myself if I cannot throw it out the porthole!\" He winked at Chris. \"Have no fear on that score, Christopher.\" He looked steadily at the boy in front of him. <|quote_start|>\"You have your part to carry out, I have mine.\"<|quote_end|>\n\nNot since he had left Mr. Wicker had Chris felt such confidence as he did in the words and actions of Captain Blizzard. He knew now that his absence, for as long as he had to be away, would be covered up and satisfactorily accounted for.\n\nTheir conversation had taken some little while. 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As they went over for the last time all the details of what lay ahead of them in the next few hours, Chris, glancing out the windows of the Captain's cabin, saw the splendors of a tropical sunset streaking the sky.\n\n\"Oh sir!\" he cried, \"Mr. Wicker said we'd know the reason why we must take shelter tomorrow at sundown today. And now it is sundown!\"\n\nWith quite surprising silence and agility for so large a man, Captain Blizzard was out of his chair and half-way to the door of his cabin before Chris had much more than finished speaking. Over his shoulder, continuing with rapid quiet steps to the bridge of the Mirabelle, he said: <|quote_start|>\"Run down to your cabin and fetch up that good spyglass of yours, my boy. We shall have a good look, for as you know, night falls in a few moments after sundown in these waters.\"<|quote_end|>\n\nRacing to his cabin and back, even in those few seconds Chris could see a change in the sky. 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There's the Southerner -- no, that's painted on, or the Priscilla Drew -- no; that's painted too.\" He turned, searching the faces of his friends. \"Come, boys, what ship has carved letters for her name, not painted ones? Where's a better memory nor mine?\"\n\nThe Captain and Mr. Finney came to join the crowd, standing back in the shadow of the palm grove. Both men were listening attentively. It was Bowie who finally spoke up slowly, as if unwillingly.\n\n<|quote_start|>\"There's only one ship that ever I did see with carven letters on her side, and that was Chew's ship, the Venture.\"<|quote_end|>\n\nHe was surrounded at once by a low murmur of assent from all sides. \"Aye aye!\" \"That be so!\" \"'Tis so!\" Chris from his higher perch, pointed an accusing finger out to sea.\n\n\"Look then, for there's your same ship! The Venture and the Vulture are one and the same! Here -- take my glass,\" he cried handing it down. \"See the two second letters -- they are just a bit aslant. 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Voices began to rise dangerously high in the growing ill-feeling.\n\n\"Ah -- the dirty dog -- \"\n\n\"And his friend with the airs!\"\n\n\"Have we then been harboring the like of him at home?\"\n\n\"Aye -- to let him go free to scuttle the next fine ship, take all her cargo, and leave her valiant men to drown!\"\n\nThe Captain came forward, his hands upraised. <|quote_start|>\"How-now, men, be still! We are here to see what may take place, but if your voices should carry, as well they may, over the water, we should have little chance of it. Do you be still and watchful.\"<|quote_end|>\n\nA low cry came from Amos, who had not taken his eyes from the sea.\n\n\"Look! Around the point! Here comes another ship -- looks like that was what the ol' blackbird was a-waiting for!\"\n\nSure enough, as the fine white sails of a good-sized vessel made its way around the point of land, distant shouts and confusion could be heard on the Vulture. Looking through his glass, which he lent to Amos every few moments, Chris could make out scurrying figures on the deck of the pirate ship, men springing up the rigging and others walking up the anchor as quickly as they could. On the bridge Chris could see the tall gaunt height of Claggett Chew. The humpbacked figure of Simon Gosler stood rubbing his hands, at one side of his master, while on the other, observing the work of the sailors with a supercilious air, leaned a familiar and ridiculous figure. Dressed as if for a court ball at Versailles and holding his lorgnette a few inches from his nose, Osterbridge Hawsey remained elegantly aloof from anything so degrading as hard work. He looked on with a superior smile as the black sails were unfurled, the anchor was heaved dripping from its bed, and the hard-pressed dirty crew made all speed to go in advance of the oncoming ship. Still others among the pirates could be plainly seen manning the guns that had already been brought out from their hiding places, while still more stood by to furnish their comrades with cannon balls and powder. Amos became so excited he leaned too far forward, and, nothing learned from his nightly difficulties with his hammock, fell out of the tree onto the heads and shoulders of the men below, causing astonishment and swallowed laughter before he was hoisted back up again.", "narrative_information_pred": {}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_24_dawson_64kb_18.flac", "original_index": 22}, {"text": "\"Look! Around the point! 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Do you be still and watchful.\"\n\nA low cry came from Amos, who had not taken his eyes from the sea.\n\n<|quote_start|>\"Look! Around the point! Here comes another ship -- looks like that was what the ol' blackbird was a-waiting for!\"<|quote_end|>\n\nSure enough, as the fine white sails of a good-sized vessel made its way around the point of land, distant shouts and confusion could be heard on the Vulture. Looking through his glass, which he lent to Amos every few moments, Chris could make out scurrying figures on the deck of the pirate ship, men springing up the rigging and others walking up the anchor as quickly as they could. On the bridge Chris could see the tall gaunt height of Claggett Chew. The humpbacked figure of Simon Gosler stood rubbing his hands, at one side of his master, while on the other, observing the work of the sailors with a supercilious air, leaned a familiar and ridiculous figure. Dressed as if for a court ball at Versailles and holding his lorgnette a few inches from his nose, Osterbridge Hawsey remained elegantly aloof from anything so degrading as hard work. He looked on with a superior smile as the black sails were unfurled, the anchor was heaved dripping from its bed, and the hard-pressed dirty crew made all speed to go in advance of the oncoming ship. Still others among the pirates could be plainly seen manning the guns that had already been brought out from their hiding places, while still more stood by to furnish their comrades with cannon balls and powder. Amos became so excited he leaned too far forward, and, nothing learned from his nightly difficulties with his hammock, fell out of the tree onto the heads and shoulders of the men below, causing astonishment and swallowed laughter before he was hoisted back up again.", "narrative_information_pred": {}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_24_dawson_64kb_19.flac", "original_index": 23}, {"text": "\"Bless my cap and buttons!", "start_byte": 212291, "end_byte": 212317, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 428.5450073242188, "cut_end_time": 430.05000732421877, "narration": {"text": "Quicker than it would take to tell, the Vulture, black sails spread, moved forward to head off the merchantman evidently homeward bound from China.", "cut_start_time": 436.5950073242188, "cut_end_time": 445.75000732421876, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_24_dawson_64kb_20.flac"}, "context": "Sure enough, as the fine white sails of a good-sized vessel made its way around the point of land, distant shouts and confusion could be heard on the Vulture. Looking through his glass, which he lent to Amos every few moments, Chris could make out scurrying figures on the deck of the pirate ship, men springing up the rigging and others walking up the anchor as quickly as they could. On the bridge Chris could see the tall gaunt height of Claggett Chew. The humpbacked figure of Simon Gosler stood rubbing his hands, at one side of his master, while on the other, observing the work of the sailors with a supercilious air, leaned a familiar and ridiculous figure. Dressed as if for a court ball at Versailles and holding his lorgnette a few inches from his nose, Osterbridge Hawsey remained elegantly aloof from anything so degrading as hard work. He looked on with a superior smile as the black sails were unfurled, the anchor was heaved dripping from its bed, and the hard-pressed dirty crew made all speed to go in advance of the oncoming ship. Still others among the pirates could be plainly seen manning the guns that had already been brought out from their hiding places, while still more stood by to furnish their comrades with cannon balls and powder. Amos became so excited he leaned too far forward, and, nothing learned from his nightly difficulties with his hammock, fell out of the tree onto the heads and shoulders of the men below, causing astonishment and swallowed laughter before he was hoisted back up again.\n\n<|quote_start|>\"Bless my cap and buttons!\"<|quote_end|> Ned Cilley cried, \"there's to be a fight for sartin. I can see the flash of light on the swords and axes!\"\n\n[Illustration]\n\nQuicker than it would take to tell, the Vulture, black sails spread, moved forward to head off the merchantman evidently homeward bound from China.\n\nThe pirate ship sailed down the coast, turned, and forced the oncoming vessel to stop. Then, as well as the watchers could guess, a parley ensued, but if the pirates thought the prey would be an easy one they were mistaken, for the merchantman came forward suddenly, all sails set, in an effort to ram the Vulture. But the rich cargo vessel was hopelessly at a disadvantage. The pirate guns opened fire, ropes were thrown over to the peaceful ship, and with yells of triumph that carried even above the tumult of the fighting, the pirate crew leapt on board. Tiny figures could be seen falling into the water from the merchantman, and in a bitter hour or so the sound of fighting died out altogether.", "narrative_information_pred": {"cried": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_24_dawson_64kb_20.flac", "original_index": 24}, {"text": "\"there's to be a fight for sartin. I can see the flash of light on the swords and axes!\"", "start_byte": 212337, "end_byte": 212425, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 431.9050012207031, "cut_end_time": 435.82006372070316, "narration": {"text": "Quicker than it would take to tell, the Vulture, black sails spread, moved forward to head off the merchantman evidently homeward bound from China.", "cut_start_time": 436.5950073242188, "cut_end_time": 445.75000732421876, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_24_dawson_64kb_21.flac"}, "context": "Sure enough, as the fine white sails of a good-sized vessel made its way around the point of land, distant shouts and confusion could be heard on the Vulture. Looking through his glass, which he lent to Amos every few moments, Chris could make out scurrying figures on the deck of the pirate ship, men springing up the rigging and others walking up the anchor as quickly as they could. On the bridge Chris could see the tall gaunt height of Claggett Chew. The humpbacked figure of Simon Gosler stood rubbing his hands, at one side of his master, while on the other, observing the work of the sailors with a supercilious air, leaned a familiar and ridiculous figure. Dressed as if for a court ball at Versailles and holding his lorgnette a few inches from his nose, Osterbridge Hawsey remained elegantly aloof from anything so degrading as hard work. He looked on with a superior smile as the black sails were unfurled, the anchor was heaved dripping from its bed, and the hard-pressed dirty crew made all speed to go in advance of the oncoming ship. Still others among the pirates could be plainly seen manning the guns that had already been brought out from their hiding places, while still more stood by to furnish their comrades with cannon balls and powder. Amos became so excited he leaned too far forward, and, nothing learned from his nightly difficulties with his hammock, fell out of the tree onto the heads and shoulders of the men below, causing astonishment and swallowed laughter before he was hoisted back up again.\n\n\"Bless my cap and buttons!\" Ned Cilley cried, <|quote_start|>\"there's to be a fight for sartin. I can see the flash of light on the swords and axes!\"<|quote_end|>\n\n[Illustration]\n\nQuicker than it would take to tell, the Vulture, black sails spread, moved forward to head off the merchantman evidently homeward bound from China.\n\nThe pirate ship sailed down the coast, turned, and forced the oncoming vessel to stop. Then, as well as the watchers could guess, a parley ensued, but if the pirates thought the prey would be an easy one they were mistaken, for the merchantman came forward suddenly, all sails set, in an effort to ram the Vulture. But the rich cargo vessel was hopelessly at a disadvantage. The pirate guns opened fire, ropes were thrown over to the peaceful ship, and with yells of triumph that carried even above the tumult of the fighting, the pirate crew leapt on board. Tiny figures could be seen falling into the water from the merchantman, and in a bitter hour or so the sound of fighting died out altogether.", "narrative_information_pred": {"cried": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_24_dawson_64kb_21.flac", "original_index": 25}, {"text": "\"Come, lads,", "start_byte": 213699, "end_byte": 213711, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 508.44500732421875, "cut_end_time": 509.4800073242188, "narration": {"text": "Quicker than it would take to tell, the Vulture, black sails spread, moved forward to head off the merchantman evidently homeward bound from China.", "cut_start_time": 436.5950073242188, "cut_end_time": 445.75000732421876, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_24_dawson_64kb_22.flac"}, "context": "The pirate ship sailed down the coast, turned, and forced the oncoming vessel to stop. Then, as well as the watchers could guess, a parley ensued, but if the pirates thought the prey would be an easy one they were mistaken, for the merchantman came forward suddenly, all sails set, in an effort to ram the Vulture. But the rich cargo vessel was hopelessly at a disadvantage. The pirate guns opened fire, ropes were thrown over to the peaceful ship, and with yells of triumph that carried even above the tumult of the fighting, the pirate crew leapt on board. Tiny figures could be seen falling into the water from the merchantman, and in a bitter hour or so the sound of fighting died out altogether.\n\nThe men watching from the shore had been kept there only by the obedience the Captain was able to extract from them, for rage was in the heart of every man at the sight they were forced to see, but were powerless to prevent. Even among such hard-bitten old salts as they all were, more than one could be seen mumbling a prayer for the unfortunate men who had put up such a gallant fight.\n\n[Illustration]\n\n<|quote_start|>\"Come, lads,\"<|quote_end|> Captain Blizzard said to them at last. \"We have seen what we had to see, and many is the witness now against Claggett Chew and all his company!\"\n\n\"Aye! Aye! That we are! We'll bear witness to such villainy -- they should all hang for it!\" the voices cried.\n\n\"Then let us go back to our own ship, for the dreaded Vulture is not yet gone, and unarmed as we too are, what chance have we against cannon balls and armed men?\"", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_24_dawson_64kb_22.flac", "original_index": 26}, {"text": "\"We have seen what we had to see, and many is the witness now against Claggett Chew and all his company!\"", "start_byte": 213752, "end_byte": 213857, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 511.87500122070315, "cut_end_time": 516.8800637207031, "narration": {"text": "Quicker than it would take to tell, the Vulture, black sails spread, moved forward to head off the merchantman evidently homeward bound from China.", "cut_start_time": 436.5950073242188, "cut_end_time": 445.75000732421876, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_24_dawson_64kb_23.flac"}, "context": "The men watching from the shore had been kept there only by the obedience the Captain was able to extract from them, for rage was in the heart of every man at the sight they were forced to see, but were powerless to prevent. Even among such hard-bitten old salts as they all were, more than one could be seen mumbling a prayer for the unfortunate men who had put up such a gallant fight.\n\n[Illustration]\n\n\"Come, lads,\" Captain Blizzard said to them at last. <|quote_start|>\"We have seen what we had to see, and many is the witness now against Claggett Chew and all his company!\"<|quote_end|>\n\n\"Aye! Aye! That we are! We'll bear witness to such villainy -- they should all hang for it!\" the voices cried.\n\n\"Then let us go back to our own ship, for the dreaded Vulture is not yet gone, and unarmed as we too are, what chance have we against cannon balls and armed men?\"\n\nThe men turned about and trouped back to the dinghies, while Captain Blizzard stayed behind a moment to speak to Chris.\n\n\"My boy,\" he said, his hand on Chris's shoulder, as in front of them in the late afternoon light the men of the Mirabelle made their way back to the ship,", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_24_dawson_64kb_23.flac", "original_index": 27}, {"text": "\"Aye! Aye! That we are! 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Even among such hard-bitten old salts as they all were, more than one could be seen mumbling a prayer for the unfortunate men who had put up such a gallant fight.\n\n[Illustration]\n\n\"Come, lads,\" Captain Blizzard said to them at last. \"We have seen what we had to see, and many is the witness now against Claggett Chew and all his company!\"\n\n<|quote_start|>\"Aye! Aye! That we are! We'll bear witness to such villainy -- they should all hang for it!\"<|quote_end|> the voices cried.\n\n\"Then let us go back to our own ship, for the dreaded Vulture is not yet gone, and unarmed as we too are, what chance have we against cannon balls and armed men?\"\n\nThe men turned about and trouped back to the dinghies, while Captain Blizzard stayed behind a moment to speak to Chris.\n\n\"My boy,\" he said, his hand on Chris's shoulder, as in front of them in the late afternoon light the men of the Mirabelle made their way back to the ship,", "narrative_information_pred": {"cried": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_24_dawson_64kb_24.flac", "original_index": 28}, {"text": "\"Then let us go back to our own ship, for the dreaded Vulture is not yet gone, and unarmed as we too are, what chance have we against cannon balls and armed men?\"", "start_byte": 213971, "end_byte": 214133, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 524.5750244140626, "cut_end_time": 531.9500244140626, "narration": {"text": "Quicker than it would take to tell, the Vulture, black sails spread, moved forward to head off the merchantman evidently homeward bound from China.", "cut_start_time": 436.5950073242188, "cut_end_time": 445.75000732421876, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_24_dawson_64kb_25.flac"}, "context": "The men watching from the shore had been kept there only by the obedience the Captain was able to extract from them, for rage was in the heart of every man at the sight they were forced to see, but were powerless to prevent. Even among such hard-bitten old salts as they all were, more than one could be seen mumbling a prayer for the unfortunate men who had put up such a gallant fight.\n\n[Illustration]\n\n\"Come, lads,\" Captain Blizzard said to them at last. \"We have seen what we had to see, and many is the witness now against Claggett Chew and all his company!\"\n\n\"Aye! Aye! That we are! We'll bear witness to such villainy -- they should all hang for it!\" the voices cried.\n\n<|quote_start|>\"Then let us go back to our own ship, for the dreaded Vulture is not yet gone, and unarmed as we too are, what chance have we against cannon balls and armed men?\"<|quote_end|>\n\nThe men turned about and trouped back to the dinghies, while Captain Blizzard stayed behind a moment to speak to Chris.\n\n\"My boy,\" he said, his hand on Chris's shoulder, as in front of them in the late afternoon light the men of the Mirabelle made their way back to the ship, \"'tis my advice you had best return with us now, or you might be missed by one or another of the men, and they have much time to think. You shall do what has been set for you to do -- we shall stay here another day to take on water and fresh fruits.\"", "narrative_information_pred": {"cried": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_24_dawson_64kb_25.flac", "original_index": 29}, {"text": "\"'tis my advice you had best return with us now, or you might be missed by one or another of the men, and they have much time to think. You shall do what has been set for you to do -- we shall stay here another day to take on water and fresh fruits.\"", "start_byte": 214411, "end_byte": 214661, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 548.0150268554688, "cut_end_time": 561.0400268554688, "narration": {"text": " he said, his hand on Chris's shoulder, as in front of them in the late afternoon light the men of the Mirabelle made their way back to the ship,", "cut_start_time": 540.69498046875, "cut_end_time": 547.87010546875, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_24_dawson_64kb_26.flac"}, "context": "\"Then let us go back to our own ship, for the dreaded Vulture is not yet gone, and unarmed as we too are, what chance have we against cannon balls and armed men?\"\n\nThe men turned about and trouped back to the dinghies, while Captain Blizzard stayed behind a moment to speak to Chris.\n\n\"My boy,\" he said, his hand on Chris's shoulder, as in front of them in the late afternoon light the men of the Mirabelle made their way back to the ship, <|quote_start|>\"'tis my advice you had best return with us now, or you might be missed by one or another of the men, and they have much time to think. You shall do what has been set for you to do -- we shall stay here another day to take on water and fresh fruits.\"<|quote_end|>\n\nHe looked smilingly down at Chris but his eyes were concerned. \"It will not be a moment too soon for me until I see you safe and sound on board again, my lad,\" he said, \"for I like you well and would have no smallest harm come to you.\"\n\nTogether they went down to the beach and the waiting dinghy. Chris dared not look at the sky above them for he knew night was darkening it, and with the night he must leave.\n\nCHAPTER 25", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_24_dawson_64kb_26.flac", "original_index": 31}, {"text": "\"It will not be a moment too soon for me until I see you safe and sound on board again, my lad,", "start_byte": 214726, "end_byte": 214821, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 565.495029296875, "cut_end_time": 570.670029296875, "narration": {"text": "He looked smilingly down at Chris but his eyes were concerned.", "cut_start_time": 561.6849853515625, "cut_end_time": 565.0901103515625, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_24_dawson_64kb_27.flac"}, "context": "\"My boy,\" he said, his hand on Chris's shoulder, as in front of them in the late afternoon light the men of the Mirabelle made their way back to the ship, \"'tis my advice you had best return with us now, or you might be missed by one or another of the men, and they have much time to think. You shall do what has been set for you to do -- we shall stay here another day to take on water and fresh fruits.\"\n\nHe looked smilingly down at Chris but his eyes were concerned. <|quote_start|>\"It will not be a moment too soon for me until I see you safe and sound on board again, my lad,\"<|quote_end|> he said, \"for I like you well and would have no smallest harm come to you.\"\n\nTogether they went down to the beach and the waiting dinghy. Chris dared not look at the sky above them for he knew night was darkening it, and with the night he must leave.\n\nCHAPTER 25\n\nAs soon as the night was dark enough, Chris loudly complained of not feeling well -- of being hot and dizzy, and in no time Captain Blizzard had, as loudly, told him he was to go to bed on a cot in the Captain's cabin. Captain Blizzard closed the door behind him, and in Amos's and Ned Cilley's hearing, told Mr. Finney that he was much afraid that Chris had a touch of the sun and was coming down with a tropical fever.", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_24_dawson_64kb_27.flac", "original_index": 32}, {"text": "\"for I like you well and would have no smallest harm come to you.\"", "start_byte": 214832, "end_byte": 214898, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 572.3250073242187, "cut_end_time": 576.4000698242188, "narration": {"text": "He looked smilingly down at Chris but his eyes were concerned.", "cut_start_time": 561.6849853515625, "cut_end_time": 565.0901103515625, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_24_dawson_64kb_28.flac"}, "context": "\"'tis my advice you had best return with us now, or you might be missed by one or another of the men, and they have much time to think. You shall do what has been set for you to do -- we shall stay here another day to take on water and fresh fruits.\"\n\nHe looked smilingly down at Chris but his eyes were concerned. \"It will not be a moment too soon for me until I see you safe and sound on board again, my lad,\" he said, <|quote_start|>\"for I like you well and would have no smallest harm come to you.\"<|quote_end|>\n\nTogether they went down to the beach and the waiting dinghy. Chris dared not look at the sky above them for he knew night was darkening it, and with the night he must leave.\n\nCHAPTER 25\n\nAs soon as the night was dark enough, Chris loudly complained of not feeling well -- of being hot and dizzy, and in no time Captain Blizzard had, as loudly, told him he was to go to bed on a cot in the Captain's cabin. Captain Blizzard closed the door behind him, and in Amos's and Ned Cilley's hearing, told Mr. Finney that he was much afraid that Chris had a touch of the sun and was coming down with a tropical fever.", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_24_dawson_64kb_28.flac", "original_index": 33}]}

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The thin silk was transparent enough under the strong focus of the glass, and behind it Chris could perceive, leaning delicately against silk cushions, a Chinese girl as beautiful as a dream. Her slightly uptilted eyes were large and dark, her skin put a magnolia flower to shame, her mouth was lifted in a charming smile, and her long exquisite fingers held a spray of jeweled flowers. All about the palanquin rained a shower of jeweled buds and petals, for no doubt a real flower was thought too inferior for the only child of the Descendant of the Sun and the Moon, Prince of all the Isles, and Lord of the Seven Seas, the Princess of China.\n\nCHAPTER 29\n\nChris put down his spyglass and the two boys, hidden on the piny knoll, watched the procession out of sight.\n\n\"I'm supposed to take something from her,\" Chris said with his eyes sparkling, \"but I know now what I'm going to give her back in return. I feel sort of sorry for that girl,\" he added thoughtfully.\n\n\"What're we going to do, Chris?\" Amos wanted to know. <|quote_start|>\"What-all comes next, and have we some more of those dates?\"<|quote_end|>\n\nChris passed him some. \"We have to wait until dusk anyway,\" he said, his voice abstracted, \"and by the look of the light that won't be long.\"\n\nThe piny knoll was steep and rocky and only two adventurous boys would ever have reached the top. Too precipitous on which to build houses, it rose far above the surrounding roofs of Peking. The green and scarlet of curved tiles spread under the boys' sight like a curling sea. Before them, stretched out in long angular wings to right and left, swept the palace walls.", "narrative_information_pred": {"wanted": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 9}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_29_dawson_64kb_0.flac", "original_index": 0}, {"text": "\"We have to wait until dusk anyway,", "start_byte": 255128, "end_byte": 255163, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 41.185001068115234, "cut_end_time": 43.080063568115236, "narration": {"text": "Listening and watching, the boys gathered by the silver trumpet notes that the Princess and her retinue had re-entered the palace walls by another gate.", "cut_start_time": 72.94500213623046, "cut_end_time": 82.30000213623046, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_29_dawson_64kb_1.flac"}, "context": "Chris put down his spyglass and the two boys, hidden on the piny knoll, watched the procession out of sight.\n\n\"I'm supposed to take something from her,\" Chris said with his eyes sparkling, \"but I know now what I'm going to give her back in return. I feel sort of sorry for that girl,\" he added thoughtfully.\n\n\"What're we going to do, Chris?\" Amos wanted to know. \"What-all comes next, and have we some more of those dates?\"\n\nChris passed him some. <|quote_start|>\"We have to wait until dusk anyway,\"<|quote_end|> he said, his voice abstracted, \"and by the look of the light that won't be long.\"\n\nThe piny knoll was steep and rocky and only two adventurous boys would ever have reached the top. Too precipitous on which to build houses, it rose far above the surrounding roofs of Peking. The green and scarlet of curved tiles spread under the boys' sight like a curling sea. Before them, stretched out in long angular wings to right and left, swept the palace walls.", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}, "abstracted": {"id": "1", "type": "adjective", "confidence": 8}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_29_dawson_64kb_1.flac", "original_index": 1}, {"text": "\"and by the look of the light that won't be long.\"", "start_byte": 255196, "end_byte": 255246, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 45.25499908447266, "cut_end_time": 47.420061584472656, "narration": {"text": "Listening and watching, the boys gathered by the silver trumpet notes that the Princess and her retinue had re-entered the palace walls by another gate.", "cut_start_time": 72.94500213623046, "cut_end_time": 82.30000213623046, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_29_dawson_64kb_2.flac"}, "context": "Chris put down his spyglass and the two boys, hidden on the piny knoll, watched the procession out of sight.\n\n\"I'm supposed to take something from her,\" Chris said with his eyes sparkling, \"but I know now what I'm going to give her back in return. I feel sort of sorry for that girl,\" he added thoughtfully.\n\n\"What're we going to do, Chris?\" Amos wanted to know. \"What-all comes next, and have we some more of those dates?\"\n\nChris passed him some. \"We have to wait until dusk anyway,\" he said, his voice abstracted, <|quote_start|>\"and by the look of the light that won't be long.\"<|quote_end|>\n\nThe piny knoll was steep and rocky and only two adventurous boys would ever have reached the top. Too precipitous on which to build houses, it rose far above the surrounding roofs of Peking. The green and scarlet of curved tiles spread under the boys' sight like a curling sea. Before them, stretched out in long angular wings to right and left, swept the palace walls.\n\nListening and watching, the boys gathered by the silver trumpet notes that the Princess and her retinue had re-entered the palace walls by another gate.", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}, "abstracted": {"id": "1", "type": "adjective", "confidence": 9}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_29_dawson_64kb_2.flac", "original_index": 2}, {"text": "\"Strike 3.\"", "start_byte": 256805, "end_byte": 256816, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 145.59500610351563, "cut_end_time": 147.06006860351562, "narration": {"text": "Nothing happened. The object remained an object. Then, suddenly understanding, Chris struck the stone ledge three times.", "cut_start_time": 164.57500732421875, "cut_end_time": 172.12006982421875, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_29_dawson_64kb_3.flac"}, "context": "The evening was not long in coming, and Chris, who had been sitting cross-legged under the little crooked pines, looked across with great concern to where Amos lay on his back, dozing.\n\nI can't take him along, Chris thought, and I can't leave him alone, if I should get caught. What in the world do I do?\n\nThen, remembering the bag of magic \"odds and ends,\" Chris put his hand inside it and drew out a small folded piece of silk and netting. On it a piece of paper, like a label, showed Mr. Wicker's fine script. Chris looked closer and read: <|quote_start|>\"Strike 3.\"<|quote_end|>\n\n\"Strike 3.\"\n\nChris held the folded object in his hand, and then glanced at Amos. Amos slept. Going softly out of the pine grove to a narrow ledge of rock where he was out of sight, Chris put the object down and said: \"Strike three.\"\n\nNothing happened. The object remained an object. Then, suddenly understanding, Chris struck the stone ledge three times.\n\nAt once the folded object began to unfold itself and to puff itself up like a little mushroom. In a matter of seconds, Chris could see what it was becoming, and before he could wink ten times, a balloon with a basket hanging from it, quite big enough for two boys, hung swaying in the air. Chris examined it with pleasure and then struck the ground three times again. The balloon gently collapsed and refolded itself, basket and all, into its original neat shape.", "narrative_information_pred": {"read": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_29_dawson_64kb_3.flac", "original_index": 4}, {"text": "\"Strike 3.\"", "start_byte": 256818, "end_byte": 256829, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 147.7050012207031, "cut_end_time": 149.8600012207031, "narration": {"text": "Nothing happened. The object remained an object. Then, suddenly understanding, Chris struck the stone ledge three times.", "cut_start_time": 164.57500732421875, "cut_end_time": 172.12006982421875, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_29_dawson_64kb_4.flac"}, "context": "The evening was not long in coming, and Chris, who had been sitting cross-legged under the little crooked pines, looked across with great concern to where Amos lay on his back, dozing.\n\nI can't take him along, Chris thought, and I can't leave him alone, if I should get caught. What in the world do I do?\n\nThen, remembering the bag of magic \"odds and ends,\" Chris put his hand inside it and drew out a small folded piece of silk and netting. On it a piece of paper, like a label, showed Mr. Wicker's fine script. Chris looked closer and read: \"Strike 3.\"\n\n<|quote_start|>\"Strike 3.\"<|quote_end|>\n\nChris held the folded object in his hand, and then glanced at Amos. Amos slept. Going softly out of the pine grove to a narrow ledge of rock where he was out of sight, Chris put the object down and said: \"Strike three.\"\n\nNothing happened. The object remained an object. Then, suddenly understanding, Chris struck the stone ledge three times.\n\nAt once the folded object began to unfold itself and to puff itself up like a little mushroom. In a matter of seconds, Chris could see what it was becoming, and before he could wink ten times, a balloon with a basket hanging from it, quite big enough for two boys, hung swaying in the air. Chris examined it with pleasure and then struck the ground three times again. The balloon gently collapsed and refolded itself, basket and all, into its original neat shape.", "narrative_information_pred": {}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_29_dawson_64kb_4.flac", "original_index": 5}, {"text": "\"Strike three.\"", "start_byte": 257035, "end_byte": 257050, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 162.58500427246094, "cut_end_time": 164.23006677246093, "narration": {"text": "Nothing happened. The object remained an object. Then, suddenly understanding, Chris struck the stone ledge three times.", "cut_start_time": 164.57500732421875, "cut_end_time": 172.12006982421875, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_29_dawson_64kb_5.flac"}, "context": "Then, remembering the bag of magic \"odds and ends,\" Chris put his hand inside it and drew out a small folded piece of silk and netting. On it a piece of paper, like a label, showed Mr. Wicker's fine script. Chris looked closer and read: \"Strike 3.\"\n\n\"Strike 3.\"\n\nChris held the folded object in his hand, and then glanced at Amos. Amos slept. Going softly out of the pine grove to a narrow ledge of rock where he was out of sight, Chris put the object down and said: <|quote_start|>\"Strike three.\"<|quote_end|>\n\nNothing happened. The object remained an object. Then, suddenly understanding, Chris struck the stone ledge three times.\n\nAt once the folded object began to unfold itself and to puff itself up like a little mushroom. In a matter of seconds, Chris could see what it was becoming, and before he could wink ten times, a balloon with a basket hanging from it, quite big enough for two boys, hung swaying in the air. Chris examined it with pleasure and then struck the ground three times again. The balloon gently collapsed and refolded itself, basket and all, into its original neat shape.", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_29_dawson_64kb_5.flac", "original_index": 6}, {"text": "\"Now, if that isn't handy!", "start_byte": 257655, "end_byte": 257681, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 202.89499755859376, "cut_end_time": 204.47006005859373, "narration": {"text": "Nothing happened. The object remained an object. Then, suddenly understanding, Chris struck the stone ledge three times.", "cut_start_time": 164.57500732421875, "cut_end_time": 172.12006982421875, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_29_dawson_64kb_6.flac"}, "context": "At once the folded object began to unfold itself and to puff itself up like a little mushroom. In a matter of seconds, Chris could see what it was becoming, and before he could wink ten times, a balloon with a basket hanging from it, quite big enough for two boys, hung swaying in the air. Chris examined it with pleasure and then struck the ground three times again. The balloon gently collapsed and refolded itself, basket and all, into its original neat shape.\n\n[Illustration]\n\n<|quote_start|>\"Now, if that isn't handy!\"<|quote_end|> Chris exclaimed. Then, looking at the light fading from the sky, he picked up the folded balloon and went to waken Amos.\n\n\"Amos!\" he said, shaking his friend's shoulder, \"it's time for me to go. Are you awake?\"\n\nAmos blinked a few times and said he thought so.\n\n\"Then listen to me,\" Chris told him earnestly, \"and listen hard!\" Amos sat up more alertly.\n\n\"I have a handy thing here which is for you to use only -- do you hear? only if I don't come back.\"", "narrative_information_pred": {"exclaimed": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_29_dawson_64kb_6.flac", "original_index": 7}, {"text": "\"it's time for me to go. Are you awake?\"", "start_byte": 257853, "end_byte": 257893, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 213.90499267578124, "cut_end_time": 216.19011767578124, "narration": {"text": " Chris exclaimed. Then, looking at the light fading from the sky, he picked up the folded balloon and went to waken Amos.", "cut_start_time": 204.68499572753905, "cut_end_time": 210.55012072753905, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_29_dawson_64kb_7.flac"}, "context": "At once the folded object began to unfold itself and to puff itself up like a little mushroom. In a matter of seconds, Chris could see what it was becoming, and before he could wink ten times, a balloon with a basket hanging from it, quite big enough for two boys, hung swaying in the air. Chris examined it with pleasure and then struck the ground three times again. The balloon gently collapsed and refolded itself, basket and all, into its original neat shape.\n\n[Illustration]\n\n\"Now, if that isn't handy!\" Chris exclaimed. Then, looking at the light fading from the sky, he picked up the folded balloon and went to waken Amos.\n\n\"Amos!\" he said, shaking his friend's shoulder, <|quote_start|>\"it's time for me to go. Are you awake?\"<|quote_end|>\n\nAmos blinked a few times and said he thought so.\n\n\"Then listen to me,\" Chris told him earnestly, \"and listen hard!\" Amos sat up more alertly.\n\n\"I have a handy thing here which is for you to use only -- do you hear? only if I don't come back.\"\n\nAmos's eyes began to get brighter and he swallowed.\n\n\"Don't come back? Law! Chris, don't you leave me in this heathen country where nobody understands good English", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}, "shaking": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 9}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_29_dawson_64kb_7.flac", "original_index": 9}, {"text": "\"I have a handy thing here which is for you to use only -- do you hear? only if I don't come back.\"", "start_byte": 258038, "end_byte": 258137, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 225.49499877929688, "cut_end_time": 231.05012377929688, "narration": {"text": " Chris exclaimed. Then, looking at the light fading from the sky, he picked up the folded balloon and went to waken Amos.", "cut_start_time": 204.68499572753905, "cut_end_time": 210.55012072753905, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_29_dawson_64kb_8.flac"}, "context": "[Illustration]\n\n\"Now, if that isn't handy!\" Chris exclaimed. Then, looking at the light fading from the sky, he picked up the folded balloon and went to waken Amos.\n\n\"Amos!\" he said, shaking his friend's shoulder, \"it's time for me to go. Are you awake?\"\n\nAmos blinked a few times and said he thought so.\n\n\"Then listen to me,\" Chris told him earnestly, \"and listen hard!\" Amos sat up more alertly.\n\n<|quote_start|>\"I have a handy thing here which is for you to use only -- do you hear? only if I don't come back.\"<|quote_end|>\n\nAmos's eyes began to get brighter and he swallowed.\n\n\"Don't come back? Law! Chris, don't you leave me in this heathen country where nobody understands good English!\" he cried. \"Why, unless I'd steal, and Miss Becky told me never to do that -- but unless I did, how could I eat in these foreign parts?\"\n\nChris sat back on his haunches. \"Well, I don't know how you could, myself. But don't you cross any bridges until you come to them. Look", "narrative_information_pred": {}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_29_dawson_64kb_8.flac", "original_index": 12}, {"text": "\"Don't come back? Law! Chris, don't you leave me in this heathen country where nobody understands good English!", "start_byte": 258192, "end_byte": 258303, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 234.38500549316404, "cut_end_time": 240.48000549316404, "narration": {"text": " Chris exclaimed. Then, looking at the light fading from the sky, he picked up the folded balloon and went to waken Amos.", "cut_start_time": 204.68499572753905, "cut_end_time": 210.55012072753905, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_29_dawson_64kb_9.flac"}, "context": "\"Amos!\" he said, shaking his friend's shoulder, \"it's time for me to go. Are you awake?\"\n\nAmos blinked a few times and said he thought so.\n\n\"Then listen to me,\" Chris told him earnestly, \"and listen hard!\" Amos sat up more alertly.\n\n\"I have a handy thing here which is for you to use only -- do you hear? only if I don't come back.\"\n\nAmos's eyes began to get brighter and he swallowed.\n\n<|quote_start|>\"Don't come back? Law! Chris, don't you leave me in this heathen country where nobody understands good English!\"<|quote_end|> he cried. \"Why, unless I'd steal, and Miss Becky told me never to do that -- but unless I did, how could I eat in these foreign parts?\"\n\nChris sat back on his haunches. \"Well, I don't know how you could, myself. But don't you cross any bridges until you come to them. Look.\" He held out the folded balloon. \"If I'm not back by two sunups from now -- I may have to hide all during tomorrow -- if I'm not back by then, put this package out beyond the trees in the clearing. That's very important. You've got that?\"", "narrative_information_pred": {"cried": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_29_dawson_64kb_9.flac", "original_index": 13}, {"text": "\"Why, unless I'd steal, and Miss Becky told me never to do that -- but unless I did, how could I eat in these foreign parts?\"", "start_byte": 258315, "end_byte": 258440, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 241.81499267578124, "cut_end_time": 248.78011767578124, "narration": {"text": " Chris exclaimed. Then, looking at the light fading from the sky, he picked up the folded balloon and went to waken Amos.", "cut_start_time": 204.68499572753905, "cut_end_time": 210.55012072753905, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_29_dawson_64kb_10.flac"}, "context": "Amos blinked a few times and said he thought so.\n\n\"Then listen to me,\" Chris told him earnestly, \"and listen hard!\" Amos sat up more alertly.\n\n\"I have a handy thing here which is for you to use only -- do you hear? only if I don't come back.\"\n\nAmos's eyes began to get brighter and he swallowed.\n\n\"Don't come back? Law! Chris, don't you leave me in this heathen country where nobody understands good English!\" he cried. <|quote_start|>\"Why, unless I'd steal, and Miss Becky told me never to do that -- but unless I did, how could I eat in these foreign parts?\"<|quote_end|>\n\nChris sat back on his haunches. \"Well, I don't know how you could, myself. But don't you cross any bridges until you come to them. Look.\" He held out the folded balloon. \"If I'm not back by two sunups from now -- I may have to hide all during tomorrow -- if I'm not back by then, put this package out beyond the trees in the clearing. That's very important. You've got that?\"\n\n\"I haven't got anything but a few old dried-up fruits", "narrative_information_pred": {"cried": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_29_dawson_64kb_10.flac", "original_index": 14}, {"text": "\"Well, I don't know how you could, myself. But don't you cross any bridges until you come to them. Look.", "start_byte": 258474, "end_byte": 258578, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 251.60500244140624, "cut_end_time": 257.31000244140625, "narration": {"text": " Chris exclaimed. Then, looking at the light fading from the sky, he picked up the folded balloon and went to waken Amos.", "cut_start_time": 204.68499572753905, "cut_end_time": 210.55012072753905, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_29_dawson_64kb_11.flac"}, "context": "\"I have a handy thing here which is for you to use only -- do you hear? only if I don't come back.\"\n\nAmos's eyes began to get brighter and he swallowed.\n\n\"Don't come back? Law! Chris, don't you leave me in this heathen country where nobody understands good English!\" he cried. \"Why, unless I'd steal, and Miss Becky told me never to do that -- but unless I did, how could I eat in these foreign parts?\"\n\nChris sat back on his haunches. <|quote_start|>\"Well, I don't know how you could, myself. But don't you cross any bridges until you come to them. Look.\"<|quote_end|> He held out the folded balloon. \"If I'm not back by two sunups from now -- I may have to hide all during tomorrow -- if I'm not back by then, put this package out beyond the trees in the clearing. That's very important. You've got that?\"\n\n\"I haven't got anything but a few old dried-up fruits,\" Amos pouted. \"That's all.\"\n\n\"No, Amos!\" Chris gave him another rousing shake. \"I mean, do you understand that much?\"", "narrative_information_pred": {}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_29_dawson_64kb_11.flac", "original_index": 15}, {"text": "\"If I'm not back by two sunups from now -- I may have to hide all during tomorrow -- if I'm not back by then, put this package out beyond the trees in the clearing. That's very important. You've got that?\"", "start_byte": 258612, "end_byte": 258817, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 259.38499511718754, "cut_end_time": 271.41005761718753, "narration": {"text": " Chris exclaimed. Then, looking at the light fading from the sky, he picked up the folded balloon and went to waken Amos.", "cut_start_time": 204.68499572753905, "cut_end_time": 210.55012072753905, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_29_dawson_64kb_12.flac"}, "context": "\"Don't come back? Law! Chris, don't you leave me in this heathen country where nobody understands good English!\" he cried. \"Why, unless I'd steal, and Miss Becky told me never to do that -- but unless I did, how could I eat in these foreign parts?\"\n\nChris sat back on his haunches. \"Well, I don't know how you could, myself. But don't you cross any bridges until you come to them. Look.\" He held out the folded balloon. <|quote_start|>\"If I'm not back by two sunups from now -- I may have to hide all during tomorrow -- if I'm not back by then, put this package out beyond the trees in the clearing. That's very important. You've got that?\"<|quote_end|>\n\n\"I haven't got anything but a few old dried-up fruits,\" Amos pouted. \"That's all.\"\n\n\"No, Amos!\" Chris gave him another rousing shake. \"I mean, do you understand that much?\"\n\nAmos brightened at once and broke into a broad grin.\n\n\"Oh yes, of course. Why didn't you say so in the first place? You said, put the package out in the clear. Where's that, on this tippy-top of a hill?\" Amos asked, looking about.", "narrative_information_pred": {}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_29_dawson_64kb_12.flac", "original_index": 16}, {"text": "\"I haven't got anything but a few old dried-up fruits,", "start_byte": 258819, "end_byte": 258873, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 272.10499267578126, "cut_end_time": 274.38011767578126, "narration": {"text": " Chris exclaimed. Then, looking at the light fading from the sky, he picked up the folded balloon and went to waken Amos.", "cut_start_time": 204.68499572753905, "cut_end_time": 210.55012072753905, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_29_dawson_64kb_13.flac"}, "context": "\"Why, unless I'd steal, and Miss Becky told me never to do that -- but unless I did, how could I eat in these foreign parts?\"\n\nChris sat back on his haunches. \"Well, I don't know how you could, myself. But don't you cross any bridges until you come to them. Look.\" He held out the folded balloon. \"If I'm not back by two sunups from now -- I may have to hide all during tomorrow -- if I'm not back by then, put this package out beyond the trees in the clearing. That's very important. You've got that?\"\n\n<|quote_start|>\"I haven't got anything but a few old dried-up fruits,\"<|quote_end|> Amos pouted. \"That's all.\"\n\n\"No, Amos!\" Chris gave him another rousing shake. \"I mean, do you understand that much?\"\n\nAmos brightened at once and broke into a broad grin.\n\n\"Oh yes, of course. Why didn't you say so in the first place? You said, put the package out in the clear. Where's that, on this tippy-top of a hill?\" Amos asked, looking about.\n\n\"The ledge near where we climbed up. That's big enough", "narrative_information_pred": {"gave": {"id": "2", "type": "verb", "confidence": 9}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_29_dawson_64kb_13.flac", "original_index": 17}, {"text": "\"No, Amos!", "start_byte": 258903, "end_byte": 258913, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 277.0049877929688, "cut_end_time": 278.2700502929688, "narration": {"text": " Chris exclaimed. Then, looking at the light fading from the sky, he picked up the folded balloon and went to waken Amos.", "cut_start_time": 204.68499572753905, "cut_end_time": 210.55012072753905, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_29_dawson_64kb_14.flac"}, "context": "\"Well, I don't know how you could, myself. But don't you cross any bridges until you come to them. Look.\" He held out the folded balloon. \"If I'm not back by two sunups from now -- I may have to hide all during tomorrow -- if I'm not back by then, put this package out beyond the trees in the clearing. That's very important. You've got that?\"\n\n\"I haven't got anything but a few old dried-up fruits,\" Amos pouted. \"That's all.\"\n\n<|quote_start|>\"No, Amos!\"<|quote_end|> Chris gave him another rousing shake. \"I mean, do you understand that much?\"\n\nAmos brightened at once and broke into a broad grin.\n\n\"Oh yes, of course. Why didn't you say so in the first place? You said, put the package out in the clear. Where's that, on this tippy-top of a hill?\" Amos asked, looking about.\n\n\"The ledge near where we climbed up. That's big enough,\" Chris reminded him.\n\n\"Oh yes,\" Amos said, looking wise.", "narrative_information_pred": {"gave": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 9}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_29_dawson_64kb_14.flac", "original_index": 19}, {"text": "\"I mean, do you understand that much?\"", "start_byte": 258953, "end_byte": 258991, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 281.9449987792969, "cut_end_time": 283.6901237792969, "narration": {"text": " Chris exclaimed. Then, looking at the light fading from the sky, he picked up the folded balloon and went to waken Amos.", "cut_start_time": 204.68499572753905, "cut_end_time": 210.55012072753905, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_29_dawson_64kb_15.flac"}, "context": "\"Well, I don't know how you could, myself. But don't you cross any bridges until you come to them. Look.\" He held out the folded balloon. \"If I'm not back by two sunups from now -- I may have to hide all during tomorrow -- if I'm not back by then, put this package out beyond the trees in the clearing. That's very important. You've got that?\"\n\n\"I haven't got anything but a few old dried-up fruits,\" Amos pouted. \"That's all.\"\n\n\"No, Amos!\" Chris gave him another rousing shake. <|quote_start|>\"I mean, do you understand that much?\"<|quote_end|>\n\nAmos brightened at once and broke into a broad grin.\n\n\"Oh yes, of course. Why didn't you say so in the first place? You said, put the package out in the clear. Where's that, on this tippy-top of a hill?\" Amos asked, looking about.\n\n\"The ledge near where we climbed up. That's big enough,\" Chris reminded him.\n\n\"Oh yes,\" Amos said, looking wise.\n\n\"Well,\" Chris took up again, \"you put the package on the ledge and strike the ground three times -- \"", "narrative_information_pred": {"gave": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 9}, "rousing": {"id": "1", "type": "adjective", "confidence": 8}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_29_dawson_64kb_15.flac", "original_index": 20}, {"text": "\"Oh yes, of course. Why didn't you say so in the first place? You said, put the package out in the clear. Where's that, on this tippy-top of a hill?", "start_byte": 259047, "end_byte": 259195, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 286.5150073242188, "cut_end_time": 295.3400073242188, "narration": {"text": " Chris exclaimed. Then, looking at the light fading from the sky, he picked up the folded balloon and went to waken Amos.", "cut_start_time": 204.68499572753905, "cut_end_time": 210.55012072753905, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_29_dawson_64kb_16.flac"}, "context": "\"If I'm not back by two sunups from now -- I may have to hide all during tomorrow -- if I'm not back by then, put this package out beyond the trees in the clearing. That's very important. You've got that?\"\n\n\"I haven't got anything but a few old dried-up fruits,\" Amos pouted. \"That's all.\"\n\n\"No, Amos!\" Chris gave him another rousing shake. \"I mean, do you understand that much?\"\n\nAmos brightened at once and broke into a broad grin.\n\n<|quote_start|>\"Oh yes, of course. Why didn't you say so in the first place? You said, put the package out in the clear. Where's that, on this tippy-top of a hill?\"<|quote_end|> Amos asked, looking about.\n\n\"The ledge near where we climbed up. That's big enough,\" Chris reminded him.\n\n\"Oh yes,\" Amos said, looking wise.\n\n\"Well,\" Chris took up again, \"you put the package on the ledge and strike the ground three times -- \"\n\n\"Like this?\" And before Chris could stop him, Amos had struck the earth beside him twice before Chris seized his hand in mid-air.\n\n\"Amos! Not now! I said only if you have to get away. If someone comes after you, or if I don't come back. Promise me not to strike three at all except for either of those two reasons.\"", "narrative_information_pred": {"asked": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_29_dawson_64kb_16.flac", "original_index": 21}, {"text": "\"The ledge near where we climbed up. That's big enough,", "start_byte": 259225, "end_byte": 259280, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 297.63498535156253, "cut_end_time": 300.1701103515625, "narration": {"text": " Chris exclaimed. Then, looking at the light fading from the sky, he picked up the folded balloon and went to waken Amos.", "cut_start_time": 204.68499572753905, "cut_end_time": 210.55012072753905, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_29_dawson_64kb_17.flac"}, "context": "\"I haven't got anything but a few old dried-up fruits,\" Amos pouted. \"That's all.\"\n\n\"No, Amos!\" Chris gave him another rousing shake. \"I mean, do you understand that much?\"\n\nAmos brightened at once and broke into a broad grin.\n\n\"Oh yes, of course. Why didn't you say so in the first place? You said, put the package out in the clear. Where's that, on this tippy-top of a hill?\" Amos asked, looking about.\n\n<|quote_start|>\"The ledge near where we climbed up. That's big enough,\"<|quote_end|> Chris reminded him.\n\n\"Oh yes,\" Amos said, looking wise.\n\n\"Well,\" Chris took up again, \"you put the package on the ledge and strike the ground three times -- \"\n\n\"Like this?\" And before Chris could stop him, Amos had struck the earth beside him twice before Chris seized his hand in mid-air.\n\n\"Amos! Not now! I said only if you have to get away. If someone comes after you, or if I don't come back. Promise me not to strike three at all except for either of those two reasons.\"", "narrative_information_pred": {"reminded": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_29_dawson_64kb_17.flac", "original_index": 22}, {"text": "\"Amos! Not now! I said only if you have to get away. If someone comes after you, or if I don't come back. Promise me not to strike three at all except for either of those two reasons.\"", "start_byte": 259573, "end_byte": 259757, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 318.5749975585938, "cut_end_time": 329.33006005859374, "narration": {"text": " And before Chris could stop him, Amos had struck the earth beside him twice before Chris seized his hand in mid-air.", "cut_start_time": 312.86499267578125, "cut_end_time": 318.5400551757813, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_29_dawson_64kb_18.flac"}, "context": "\"Oh yes, of course. Why didn't you say so in the first place? You said, put the package out in the clear. Where's that, on this tippy-top of a hill?\" Amos asked, looking about.\n\n\"The ledge near where we climbed up. That's big enough,\" Chris reminded him.\n\n\"Oh yes,\" Amos said, looking wise.\n\n\"Well,\" Chris took up again, \"you put the package on the ledge and strike the ground three times -- \"\n\n\"Like this?\" And before Chris could stop him, Amos had struck the earth beside him twice before Chris seized his hand in mid-air.\n\n<|quote_start|>\"Amos! Not now! I said only if you have to get away. If someone comes after you, or if I don't come back. Promise me not to strike three at all except for either of those two reasons.\"<|quote_end|>\n\nAmos raised his right hand looking very solemn. \"I promise,\" he said. \"Only,\" he added, looking bewildered and already somewhat forlorn, \"what happens when I do hit three times?\"\n\n\"Why, it's a mag -- it's a special kind of balloon,\" Chris began, after correcting what had almost been a bad slip.\n\n\"A what?\" Amos stuck his head forward, trying hard to understand.\n\n\"A balloon. Oh.\"\n\nChris stopped and stared at Amos. Perhaps balloons had not yet been invented. How very confusing!", "narrative_information_pred": {}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_29_dawson_64kb_18.flac", "original_index": 26}, {"text": "\"what happens when I do hit three times?\"", "start_byte": 259896, "end_byte": 259937, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 339.45499511718754, "cut_end_time": 341.5500576171875, "narration": {"text": " he added, looking bewildered and already somewhat forlorn,", "cut_start_time": 335.8850024414063, "cut_end_time": 339.06000244140625, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_29_dawson_64kb_19.flac"}, "context": "\"Like this?\" And before Chris could stop him, Amos had struck the earth beside him twice before Chris seized his hand in mid-air.\n\n\"Amos! Not now! I said only if you have to get away. If someone comes after you, or if I don't come back. Promise me not to strike three at all except for either of those two reasons.\"\n\nAmos raised his right hand looking very solemn. \"I promise,\" he said. \"Only,\" he added, looking bewildered and already somewhat forlorn, <|quote_start|>\"what happens when I do hit three times?\"<|quote_end|>\n\n\"Why, it's a mag -- it's a special kind of balloon,\" Chris began, after correcting what had almost been a bad slip.\n\n\"A what?\" Amos stuck his head forward, trying hard to understand.\n\n\"A balloon. Oh.\"\n\nChris stopped and stared at Amos. Perhaps balloons had not yet been invented. How very confusing!\n\n\"It's something that will hold you up in the air. There's a basket for you to sit in -- \"\n\n\"No sir!\" Amos cried, wagging his head decisively from side to side.", "narrative_information_pred": {"added": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}, "bewildered": {"id": "1", "type": "adjective", "confidence": 9}, "forlorn": {"id": "1", "type": "adjective", "confidence": 9}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_29_dawson_64kb_19.flac", "original_index": 29}, {"text": "\"Why, it's a mag -- it's a special kind of balloon,", "start_byte": 259939, "end_byte": 259990, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 342.08499633789063, "cut_end_time": 344.95012133789066, "narration": {"text": " he added, looking bewildered and already somewhat forlorn,", "cut_start_time": 335.8850024414063, "cut_end_time": 339.06000244140625, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_29_dawson_64kb_20.flac"}, "context": "\"Like this?\" And before Chris could stop him, Amos had struck the earth beside him twice before Chris seized his hand in mid-air.\n\n\"Amos! Not now! I said only if you have to get away. If someone comes after you, or if I don't come back. Promise me not to strike three at all except for either of those two reasons.\"\n\nAmos raised his right hand looking very solemn. \"I promise,\" he said. \"Only,\" he added, looking bewildered and already somewhat forlorn, \"what happens when I do hit three times?\"\n\n<|quote_start|>\"Why, it's a mag -- it's a special kind of balloon,\"<|quote_end|> Chris began, after correcting what had almost been a bad slip.\n\n\"A what?\" Amos stuck his head forward, trying hard to understand.\n\n\"A balloon. Oh.\"\n\nChris stopped and stared at Amos. Perhaps balloons had not yet been invented. How very confusing!\n\n\"It's something that will hold you up in the air. There's a basket for you to sit in -- \"\n\n\"No sir!\" Amos cried, wagging his head decisively from side to side. \"Me in the air over the roofs and high up? No indeedy, Chris! Not me.\"", "narrative_information_pred": {"began": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_29_dawson_64kb_20.flac", "original_index": 30}, {"text": "\"A balloon. Oh.\"", "start_byte": 260123, "end_byte": 260139, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 352.865009765625, "cut_end_time": 355.140009765625, "narration": {"text": "Chris stopped and stared at Amos. Perhaps balloons had not yet been invented. How very confusing!", "cut_start_time": 355.9249938964844, "cut_end_time": 361.7001188964844, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_29_dawson_64kb_21.flac"}, "context": "\"Amos! Not now! I said only if you have to get away. If someone comes after you, or if I don't come back. Promise me not to strike three at all except for either of those two reasons.\"\n\nAmos raised his right hand looking very solemn. \"I promise,\" he said. \"Only,\" he added, looking bewildered and already somewhat forlorn, \"what happens when I do hit three times?\"\n\n\"Why, it's a mag -- it's a special kind of balloon,\" Chris began, after correcting what had almost been a bad slip.\n\n\"A what?\" Amos stuck his head forward, trying hard to understand.\n\n<|quote_start|>\"A balloon. Oh.\"<|quote_end|>\n\nChris stopped and stared at Amos. Perhaps balloons had not yet been invented. How very confusing!\n\n\"It's something that will hold you up in the air. There's a basket for you to sit in -- \"\n\n\"No sir!\" Amos cried, wagging his head decisively from side to side. \"Me in the air over the roofs and high up? No indeedy, Chris! Not me.\"\n\nChris was becoming exasperated. He had important things to do.\n\n\"Look, Amos. If you have to use it, you'll be in such a bad fix that being up in the air will seem like the very best thing that could happen. Stop running. I'll be back -- I hope.\"", "narrative_information_pred": {}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_29_dawson_64kb_21.flac", "original_index": 32}, {"text": "\"No sir!", "start_byte": 260331, "end_byte": 260339, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 367.57499511718754, "cut_end_time": 368.7001201171875, "narration": {"text": "\"It's something that will hold you up in the air. There's a basket for you to sit in -- \"", "cut_start_time": 362.5050036621094, "cut_end_time": 366.1900036621094, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_29_dawson_64kb_22.flac"}, "context": "\"what happens when I do hit three times?\"\n\n\"Why, it's a mag -- it's a special kind of balloon,\" Chris began, after correcting what had almost been a bad slip.\n\n\"A what?\" Amos stuck his head forward, trying hard to understand.\n\n\"A balloon. Oh.\"\n\nChris stopped and stared at Amos. Perhaps balloons had not yet been invented. How very confusing!\n\n\"It's something that will hold you up in the air. There's a basket for you to sit in -- \"\n\n<|quote_start|>\"No sir!\"<|quote_end|> Amos cried, wagging his head decisively from side to side. \"Me in the air over the roofs and high up? No indeedy, Chris! Not me.\"\n\nChris was becoming exasperated. He had important things to do.\n\n\"Look, Amos. If you have to use it, you'll be in such a bad fix that being up in the air will seem like the very best thing that could happen. Stop running. I'll be back -- I hope.\"\n\nHe turned away toward the ledge and clearing.", "narrative_information_pred": {"cried": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_29_dawson_64kb_22.flac", "original_index": 33}, {"text": "\"Me in the air over the roofs and high up? No indeedy, Chris! Not me.\"", "start_byte": 260400, "end_byte": 260470, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 373.1350085449219, "cut_end_time": 377.2300710449219, "narration": {"text": " Amos cried, wagging his head decisively from side to side.", "cut_start_time": 369.3050048828125, "cut_end_time": 372.84006738281255, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_29_dawson_64kb_23.flac"}, "context": "\"Why, it's a mag -- it's a special kind of balloon,\" Chris began, after correcting what had almost been a bad slip.\n\n\"A what?\" Amos stuck his head forward, trying hard to understand.\n\n\"A balloon. Oh.\"\n\nChris stopped and stared at Amos. Perhaps balloons had not yet been invented. How very confusing!\n\n\"It's something that will hold you up in the air. There's a basket for you to sit in -- \"\n\n\"No sir!\" Amos cried, wagging his head decisively from side to side. <|quote_start|>\"Me in the air over the roofs and high up? No indeedy, Chris! Not me.\"<|quote_end|>\n\nChris was becoming exasperated. He had important things to do.\n\n\"Look, Amos. If you have to use it, you'll be in such a bad fix that being up in the air will seem like the very best thing that could happen. Stop running. I'll be back -- I hope.\"\n\nHe turned away toward the ledge and clearing.\n\n\"And now, wish me luck, and stay here and wait for me. Don't follow me now, or watch, or I might fail.\"", "narrative_information_pred": {"cried": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_29_dawson_64kb_23.flac", "original_index": 34}, {"text": "\"Look, Amos. If you have to use it, you'll be in such a bad fix that being up in the air will seem like the very best thing that could happen. Stop running. I'll be back -- I hope.\"", "start_byte": 260536, "end_byte": 260717, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 381.5850024414063, "cut_end_time": 391.8500024414063, "narration": {"text": "Chris was tempted to take his friend with him but someone must get the news back to the Mirabelle if he should fail. If this happened, he did not doubt but that the magic balloon would carry Amos safely to the ship.", "cut_start_time": 414.9049890136719, "cut_end_time": 424.8400515136719, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_29_dawson_64kb_24.flac"}, "context": "\"A balloon. Oh.\"\n\nChris stopped and stared at Amos. Perhaps balloons had not yet been invented. How very confusing!\n\n\"It's something that will hold you up in the air. There's a basket for you to sit in -- \"\n\n\"No sir!\" Amos cried, wagging his head decisively from side to side. \"Me in the air over the roofs and high up? No indeedy, Chris! Not me.\"\n\nChris was becoming exasperated. He had important things to do.\n\n<|quote_start|>\"Look, Amos. If you have to use it, you'll be in such a bad fix that being up in the air will seem like the very best thing that could happen. Stop running. I'll be back -- I hope.\"<|quote_end|>\n\nHe turned away toward the ledge and clearing.\n\n\"And now, wish me luck, and stay here and wait for me. Don't follow me now, or watch, or I might fail.\"\n\nAmos jumped up from the pine-covered ground. \"Oh, Chris!\" he cried, his voice sharp with distress, \"can't I go? You might get hurt. There's no telling what could happen if you're all alone!\"\n\nChris was tempted to take his friend with him but someone must get the news back to the Mirabelle if he should fail. If this happened, he did not doubt but that the magic balloon would carry Amos safely to the ship.", "narrative_information_pred": {}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_29_dawson_64kb_24.flac", "original_index": 35}, {"text": "\"And now, wish me luck, and stay here and wait for me. Don't follow me now, or watch, or I might fail.\"", "start_byte": 260766, "end_byte": 260869, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 395.2249951171875, "cut_end_time": 401.54005761718753, "narration": {"text": "Chris was tempted to take his friend with him but someone must get the news back to the Mirabelle if he should fail. If this happened, he did not doubt but that the magic balloon would carry Amos safely to the ship.", "cut_start_time": 414.9049890136719, "cut_end_time": 424.8400515136719, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_29_dawson_64kb_25.flac"}, "context": "\" Amos cried, wagging his head decisively from side to side. \"Me in the air over the roofs and high up? No indeedy, Chris! Not me.\"\n\nChris was becoming exasperated. He had important things to do.\n\n\"Look, Amos. If you have to use it, you'll be in such a bad fix that being up in the air will seem like the very best thing that could happen. Stop running. I'll be back -- I hope.\"\n\nHe turned away toward the ledge and clearing.\n\n<|quote_start|>\"And now, wish me luck, and stay here and wait for me. Don't follow me now, or watch, or I might fail.\"<|quote_end|>\n\nAmos jumped up from the pine-covered ground. \"Oh, Chris!\" he cried, his voice sharp with distress, \"can't I go? You might get hurt. There's no telling what could happen if you're all alone!\"\n\nChris was tempted to take his friend with him but someone must get the news back to the Mirabelle if he should fail. If this happened, he did not doubt but that the magic balloon would carry Amos safely to the ship.\n\n\"No,\" he said after a long moment.", "narrative_information_pred": {}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_29_dawson_64kb_25.flac", "original_index": 36}, {"text": "\"can't I go? You might get hurt. There's no telling what could happen if you're all alone!\"", "start_byte": 260970, "end_byte": 261061, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 409.5150024414063, "cut_end_time": 414.19006494140626, "narration": {"text": "Chris was tempted to take his friend with him but someone must get the news back to the Mirabelle if he should fail. If this happened, he did not doubt but that the magic balloon would carry Amos safely to the ship.", "cut_start_time": 414.9049890136719, "cut_end_time": 424.8400515136719, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_29_dawson_64kb_26.flac"}, "context": "\"Look, Amos. If you have to use it, you'll be in such a bad fix that being up in the air will seem like the very best thing that could happen. Stop running. I'll be back -- I hope.\"\n\nHe turned away toward the ledge and clearing.\n\n\"And now, wish me luck, and stay here and wait for me. Don't follow me now, or watch, or I might fail.\"\n\nAmos jumped up from the pine-covered ground. \"Oh, Chris!\" he cried, his voice sharp with distress, <|quote_start|>\"can't I go? You might get hurt. There's no telling what could happen if you're all alone!\"<|quote_end|>\n\nChris was tempted to take his friend with him but someone must get the news back to the Mirabelle if he should fail. If this happened, he did not doubt but that the magic balloon would carry Amos safely to the ship.\n\n\"No,\" he said after a long moment. \"Better not. But I'd sure like to, Amos. Now don't lose that package. It's your escape. Wish me luck.\"\n\nAmos clasped his hand, and then, rushing off, dashed back again.", "narrative_information_pred": {"cried": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}, "sharp": {"id": "1", "type": "adjective", "confidence": 9}, "distress": {"id": "1", "type": "noun", "confidence": 8}}, "audio_path": "wavs/4062.mrwhickerswindow_29_dawson_64kb_26.flac", "original_index": 38}, {"text": "\"Better not. But I'd sure like to, Amos. Now don't lose that package. It's your escape. Wish me luck.\"", "start_byte": 261315, "end_byte": 261417, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 427.68500610351566, "cut_end_time": 434.3500061035156, "narration": {"text": "Chris was tempted to take his friend with him but someone must get the news back to the Mirabelle if he should fail. 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I don't have to go now, do I, sir?\" And as he saw insistence in Mr. Wicker's face he began to expostulate as a child does when it wants to retard its bedtime.\n\n\"But I've scarcely got back -- I mean, here. And we've only had one talk -- I'm sure there'll be other things I've forgotten to say that you should know -- \"\n\nHe threw out his hands as if to grasp at something that might hold him there.\n\n<|quote_start|>\"And -- and -- I didn't say good-bye to Captain Blizzard or Mr. Finney. They were wonderful to me, really they were! And\"<|quote_end|> -- his voice suddenly became very small and high, disappearing to a whisper at the end -- \"and Becky and Ned and dear Amos -- \"\n\nHe stood there against the door, swallowing hard with his head down, his stomach and his throat a mass of hateful knots and the whole of him swamped with unhappiness. Mr. Wicker had never moved, his elbows on the arms of his chair, and his folded hands just touching his chin. 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It was an odd accident of thought that I should have happened at such a moment to be particularly and very gratefully struck with the obedience of my little charges. Why did they never resent my inexorable, my perpetual society? Something or other had brought nearer home to me that I had all but pinned the boy to my shawl and that, in the way our companions were marshaled before me, I might have appeared to provide against some danger of rebellion. I was like a gaoler with an eye to possible surprises and escapes. But all this belonged \u2014 I mean their magnificent little surrender \u2014 just to the special array of the facts that were most abysmal. Turned out for Sunday by his uncle\u2019s tailor, who had had a free hand and a notion of pretty waistcoats and of his grand little air, Miles\u2019s whole title to independence, the rights of his sex and situation, were so stamped upon him that if he had suddenly struck for freedom I should have had nothing to say. I was by the strangest of chances wondering how I should meet him when the revolution unmistakably occurred. I call it a revolution because I now see how, with the word he spoke, the curtain rose on the last act of my dreadful drama, and the catastrophe was precipitated. <|quote_start|>\u201cLook here, my dear, you know,\u201d<|quote_end|> he charmingly said, \u201cwhen in the world, please, am I going back to school?\u201d\n\nTranscribed here the speech sounds harmless enough, particularly as uttered in the sweet, high, casual pipe with which, at all interlocutors, but above all at his eternal governess, he threw off intonations as if he were tossing roses. There was something in them that always made one \u201ccatch,\u201d and I caught, at any rate, now so effectually that I stopped as short as if one of the trees of the park had fallen across the road. There was something new, on the spot, between us, and he was perfectly aware that I recognized it, though, to enable me to do so, he had no need to look a whit less candid and charming than usual. I could feel in him how he already, from my at first finding nothing to reply, perceived the advantage he had gained. I was so slow to find anything that he had plenty of time, after a minute, to continue with his suggestive but inconclusive smile:", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}, "charmingly": {"id": "0", "type": "adverb", "confidence": 9}}, "audio_path": "wavs/431.turn_of_the_screw_14_james_64kb_0.flac", "original_index": 0}, {"text": "\u201cwhen in the world, please, am I going back to school?\u201d", "start_byte": 142917, "end_byte": 142972, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 167.93499938964842, "cut_end_time": 171.75006188964844, "narration": {"text": "He neither blanched nor winked. 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I was like a gaoler with an eye to possible surprises and escapes. But all this belonged \u2014 I mean their magnificent little surrender \u2014 just to the special array of the facts that were most abysmal. Turned out for Sunday by his uncle\u2019s tailor, who had had a free hand and a notion of pretty waistcoats and of his grand little air, Miles\u2019s whole title to independence, the rights of his sex and situation, were so stamped upon him that if he had suddenly struck for freedom I should have had nothing to say. I was by the strangest of chances wondering how I should meet him when the revolution unmistakably occurred. 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Do you observe it?\u201d\n\n\u201cYes; but we can hardly reach it now, without getting our feet wet.\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {}, "audio_path": "wavs/5863.tenyearslater_29_dumas_64kb_1.flac", "original_index": 1}, {"text": "\u201cBut, you mean, we are still upon soil which is part of the king\u2019s territory.\u201d", "start_byte": 445130, "end_byte": 445208, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 649.2549975585938, "cut_end_time": 654.0201225585938, "narration": {"text": " said De Wardes, who drew his sword, a movement imitated by the duke.", "cut_start_time": 901.2749780273438, "cut_end_time": 906.3501030273437, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/5863.tenyearslater_29_dumas_64kb_2.flac"}, "context": "\u201cwhatever may happen,\u201d he had added, laying a stress upon these words, so that they might not be misunderstood. Having walked a few paces upon the strand, Buckingham said to De Wardes, \u201cI think it is now time to take leave of each other. The tide, you perceive, is rising; ten minutes hence it will have soaked the sands where we are now walking in such a manner that we shall not be able to keep our footing.\u201d\n\n\u201cI await your orders, my lord, but -- \u201d\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cBut, you mean, we are still upon soil which is part of the king\u2019s territory.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\n\u201cExactly.\u201d\n\n\u201cWell, do you see yonder a kind of little island surrounded by a circle of water? The pool is increasing every minute, and the isle is gradually disappearing. This island, indeed, belongs to Heaven, for it is situated between two seas, and is not shown on the king\u2019s charts. Do you observe it?\u201d\n\n\u201cYes; but we can hardly reach it now, without getting our feet wet.\u201d\n\n\u201cYes; but observe that it forms an eminence tolerably high, and that the tide rises up on every side, leaving the top free. We shall be admirably placed upon that little theatre. What do you think of it?\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {}, "audio_path": "wavs/5863.tenyearslater_29_dumas_64kb_2.flac", "original_index": 2}, {"text": "\u201cYes; but we can hardly reach it now, without getting our feet wet.\u201d", "start_byte": 445518, "end_byte": 445586, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 680.754990234375, "cut_end_time": 685.470115234375, "narration": {"text": " said De Wardes, who drew his sword, a movement imitated by the duke.", "cut_start_time": 901.2749780273438, "cut_end_time": 906.3501030273437, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/5863.tenyearslater_29_dumas_64kb_3.flac"}, "context": "\u201cI think it is now time to take leave of each other. The tide, you perceive, is rising; ten minutes hence it will have soaked the sands where we are now walking in such a manner that we shall not be able to keep our footing.\u201d\n\n\u201cI await your orders, my lord, but -- \u201d\n\n\u201cBut, you mean, we are still upon soil which is part of the king\u2019s territory.\u201d\n\n\u201cExactly.\u201d\n\n\u201cWell, do you see yonder a kind of little island surrounded by a circle of water? The pool is increasing every minute, and the isle is gradually disappearing. This island, indeed, belongs to Heaven, for it is situated between two seas, and is not shown on the king\u2019s charts. Do you observe it?\u201d\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cYes; but we can hardly reach it now, without getting our feet wet.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\n\u201cYes; but observe that it forms an eminence tolerably high, and that the tide rises up on every side, leaving the top free. We shall be admirably placed upon that little theatre. What do you think of it?\u201d\n\n\u201cI shall be perfectly happy wherever I may have the honor of crossing my sword with your lordship\u2019s.\u201d\n\n\u201cVery well, then, I am distressed to be the cause of your wetting your feet, M. de Wardes, but it is most essential you should be able to say to the king: \u2018Sire, I did not fight upon your majesty\u2019s territory.\u2019 Perhaps the distinction is somewhat subtle, but, since Port-Royal, your nation delights in subtleties of expression. Do not let us complain of this, however, for it makes your wit very brilliant, and of a style peculiarly your own. If you do not object, we will hurry ourselves, for the sea, I perceive, is rising fast, and night is setting in.\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {}, "audio_path": "wavs/5863.tenyearslater_29_dumas_64kb_3.flac", "original_index": 5}, {"text": "\u201cYes; but observe that it forms an eminence tolerably high, and that the tide rises up on every side, leaving the top free. We shall be admirably placed upon that little theatre. What do you think of it?\u201d", "start_byte": 445588, "end_byte": 445792, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 686.7150219726562, "cut_end_time": 704.0000219726563, "narration": {"text": " said De Wardes, who drew his sword, a movement imitated by the duke.", "cut_start_time": 901.2749780273438, "cut_end_time": 906.3501030273437, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/5863.tenyearslater_29_dumas_64kb_4.flac"}, "context": "\u201cBut, you mean, we are still upon soil which is part of the king\u2019s territory.\u201d\n\n\u201cExactly.\u201d\n\n\u201cWell, do you see yonder a kind of little island surrounded by a circle of water? The pool is increasing every minute, and the isle is gradually disappearing. This island, indeed, belongs to Heaven, for it is situated between two seas, and is not shown on the king\u2019s charts. Do you observe it?\u201d\n\n\u201cYes; but we can hardly reach it now, without getting our feet wet.\u201d\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cYes; but observe that it forms an eminence tolerably high, and that the tide rises up on every side, leaving the top free. We shall be admirably placed upon that little theatre. What do you think of it?\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\n\u201cI shall be perfectly happy wherever I may have the honor of crossing my sword with your lordship\u2019s.\u201d\n\n\u201cVery well, then, I am distressed to be the cause of your wetting your feet, M. de Wardes, but it is most essential you should be able to say to the king: \u2018Sire, I did not fight upon your majesty\u2019s territory.\u2019 Perhaps the distinction is somewhat subtle, but, since Port-Royal, your nation delights in subtleties of expression. Do not let us complain of this, however, for it makes your wit very brilliant, and of a style peculiarly your own. If you do not object, we will hurry ourselves, for the sea, I perceive, is rising fast, and night is setting in.\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {}, "audio_path": "wavs/5863.tenyearslater_29_dumas_64kb_4.flac", "original_index": 6}, {"text": "\u201cI shall be perfectly happy wherever I may have the honor of crossing my sword with your lordship\u2019s.\u201d", "start_byte": 445794, "end_byte": 445895, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 705.0749975585937, "cut_end_time": 711.2901225585938, "narration": {"text": " said De Wardes, who drew his sword, a movement imitated by the duke.", "cut_start_time": 901.2749780273438, "cut_end_time": 906.3501030273437, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/5863.tenyearslater_29_dumas_64kb_5.flac"}, "context": "\u201cWell, do you see yonder a kind of little island surrounded by a circle of water? The pool is increasing every minute, and the isle is gradually disappearing. This island, indeed, belongs to Heaven, for it is situated between two seas, and is not shown on the king\u2019s charts. Do you observe it?\u201d\n\n\u201cYes; but we can hardly reach it now, without getting our feet wet.\u201d\n\n\u201cYes; but observe that it forms an eminence tolerably high, and that the tide rises up on every side, leaving the top free. We shall be admirably placed upon that little theatre. What do you think of it?\u201d\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cI shall be perfectly happy wherever I may have the honor of crossing my sword with your lordship\u2019s.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\n\u201cVery well, then, I am distressed to be the cause of your wetting your feet, M. de Wardes, but it is most essential you should be able to say to the king: \u2018Sire, I did not fight upon your majesty\u2019s territory.\u2019 Perhaps the distinction is somewhat subtle, but, since Port-Royal, your nation delights in subtleties of expression. Do not let us complain of this, however, for it makes your wit very brilliant, and of a style peculiarly your own. If you do not object, we will hurry ourselves, for the sea, I perceive, is rising fast, and night is setting in.\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {}, "audio_path": "wavs/5863.tenyearslater_29_dumas_64kb_5.flac", "original_index": 7}, {"text": "\u201cMy reason for not walking faster was, that I did not wish to precede your Grace. Are you still on dry land, my lord?\u201d", "start_byte": 446454, "end_byte": 446572, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 755.925029296875, "cut_end_time": 764.690091796875, "narration": {"text": " said De Wardes, who drew his sword, a movement imitated by the duke.", "cut_start_time": 901.2749780273438, "cut_end_time": 906.3501030273437, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/5863.tenyearslater_29_dumas_64kb_6.flac"}, "context": "\u201cVery well, then, I am distressed to be the cause of your wetting your feet, M. de Wardes, but it is most essential you should be able to say to the king: \u2018Sire, I did not fight upon your majesty\u2019s territory.\u2019 Perhaps the distinction is somewhat subtle, but, since Port-Royal, your nation delights in subtleties of expression. Do not let us complain of this, however, for it makes your wit very brilliant, and of a style peculiarly your own. 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But, as it makes me feel sea-sick, would you permit me to turn my back towards them?\u201d\n\n\u201cYou will observe, my lord, that in turning your back to them, you will have the sun full in your face.\u201d\n\n\u201cOh, its rays are very feeble at this hour and it will soon disappear; do not be uneasy on that score.\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {}, "audio_path": "wavs/5863.tenyearslater_29_dumas_64kb_6.flac", "original_index": 9}, {"text": "\u201cYou will observe, my lord, that in turning your back to them, you will have the sun full in your face.\u201d", "start_byte": 446853, "end_byte": 446957, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 788.5449731445312, "cut_end_time": 795.6500981445313, "narration": {"text": " said De Wardes, who drew his sword, a movement imitated by the duke.", "cut_start_time": 901.2749780273438, "cut_end_time": 906.3501030273437, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/5863.tenyearslater_29_dumas_64kb_7.flac"}, "context": "\u201cVery well, then, I am distressed to be the cause of your wetting your feet, M. de Wardes, but it is most essential you should be able to say to the king: \u2018Sire, I did not fight upon your majesty\u2019s territory.\u2019 Perhaps the distinction is somewhat subtle, but, since Port-Royal, your nation delights in subtleties of expression. 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Both their bodies, which seemed like phantoms to those who were looking at them from the shore, were thrown strongly into relief by a dark red violet-colored shadow with which the sky became overspread.", "narrative_information_pred": {}, "audio_path": "wavs/5863.tenyearslater_29_dumas_64kb_12.flac", "original_index": 16}, {"text": "\u201cUpon my word, your Grace,", "start_byte": 447969, "end_byte": 447995, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 875.465, "cut_end_time": 877.4000625, "narration": {"text": " said De Wardes, who drew his sword, a movement imitated by the duke.", "cut_start_time": 901.2749780273438, "cut_end_time": 906.3501030273437, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/5863.tenyearslater_29_dumas_64kb_13.flac"}, "context": "\u201cWe are exceedingly well placed here, my lord; only I have the honor to remark that, as the sea is rising fast, we have hardly time -- \u201d\n\nBuckingham made a sign of assent, took off his doublet and threw it on the ground, a proceeding which De Wardes imitated. Both their bodies, which seemed like phantoms to those who were looking at them from the shore, were thrown strongly into relief by a dark red violet-colored shadow with which the sky became overspread.\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cUpon my word, your Grace,\u201d<|quote_end|> said De Wardes, \u201cwe shall hardly have time to begin. Do you not perceive how our feet are sinking into the sand?\u201d\n\n\u201cI have sunk up to the ankles,\u201d said Buckingham, \u201cwithout reckoning that the water is even now breaking in upon us.\u201d\n\n\u201cIt has already reached me. As soon as you please, therefore, your Grace,\u201d said De Wardes, who drew his sword, a movement imitated by the duke.\n\n\u201cM. de Wardes,\u201d said Buckingham, \u201cone final word. I am about to fight you because I do not like you, -- because you have wounded me in ridiculing a certain devotional regard I have entertained, and one which I acknowledge that, at this moment, I still retain, and for which I would very willingly die. You are a bad and heartless man, M. de Wardes, and I will do my very utmost to take your life; for I feel assured that, if you survive this engagement, you will, in the future, work great mischief towards my friends. That is all I have to remark, M. de Wardes", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/5863.tenyearslater_29_dumas_64kb_13.flac", "original_index": 17}, {"text": "\u201cwe shall hardly have time to begin. Do you not perceive how our feet are sinking into the sand?\u201d", "start_byte": 448013, "end_byte": 448110, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 879.3150219726563, "cut_end_time": 885.8500219726562, "narration": {"text": " said De Wardes, who drew his sword, a movement imitated by the duke.", "cut_start_time": 901.2749780273438, "cut_end_time": 906.3501030273437, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/5863.tenyearslater_29_dumas_64kb_14.flac"}, "context": "\u201cWe are exceedingly well placed here, my lord; only I have the honor to remark that, as the sea is rising fast, we have hardly time -- \u201d\n\nBuckingham made a sign of assent, took off his doublet and threw it on the ground, a proceeding which De Wardes imitated. Both their bodies, which seemed like phantoms to those who were looking at them from the shore, were thrown strongly into relief by a dark red violet-colored shadow with which the sky became overspread.\n\n\u201cUpon my word, your Grace,\u201d said De Wardes, <|quote_start|>\u201cwe shall hardly have time to begin. Do you not perceive how our feet are sinking into the sand?\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\n\u201cI have sunk up to the ankles,\u201d said Buckingham, \u201cwithout reckoning that the water is even now breaking in upon us.\u201d\n\n\u201cIt has already reached me. As soon as you please, therefore, your Grace,\u201d said De Wardes, who drew his sword, a movement imitated by the duke.\n\n\u201cM. de Wardes,\u201d said Buckingham, \u201cone final word. I am about to fight you because I do not like you, -- because you have wounded me in ridiculing a certain devotional regard I have entertained, and one which I acknowledge that, at this moment, I still retain, and for which I would very willingly die. You are a bad and heartless man, M. de Wardes, and I will do my very utmost to take your life; for I feel assured that, if you survive this engagement, you will, in the future, work great mischief towards my friends. That is all I have to remark, M. de Wardes", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/5863.tenyearslater_29_dumas_64kb_14.flac", "original_index": 18}, {"text": "\u201cI have sunk up to the ankles,", "start_byte": 448112, "end_byte": 448142, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 887.0249804687501, "cut_end_time": 889.07004296875, "narration": {"text": " said De Wardes, who drew his sword, a movement imitated by the duke.", "cut_start_time": 901.2749780273438, "cut_end_time": 906.3501030273437, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/5863.tenyearslater_29_dumas_64kb_15.flac"}, "context": "Buckingham made a sign of assent, took off his doublet and threw it on the ground, a proceeding which De Wardes imitated. 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I am about to fight you because I do not like you, -- because you have wounded me in ridiculing a certain devotional regard I have entertained, and one which I acknowledge that, at this moment, I still retain, and for which I would very willingly die. You are a bad and heartless man, M. de Wardes, and I will do my very utmost to take your life; for I feel assured that, if you survive this engagement, you will, in the future, work great mischief towards my friends. That is all I have to remark, M. de Wardes", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/5863.tenyearslater_29_dumas_64kb_15.flac", "original_index": 19}, {"text": "\u201cwithout reckoning that the water is even now breaking in upon us.\u201d", "start_byte": 448161, "end_byte": 448228, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 890.4250073242188, "cut_end_time": 895.3300073242187, "narration": {"text": " said De Wardes, who drew his sword, a movement imitated by the duke.", "cut_start_time": 901.2749780273438, "cut_end_time": 906.3501030273437, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/5863.tenyearslater_29_dumas_64kb_16.flac"}, "context": "Buckingham made a sign of assent, took off his doublet and threw it on the ground, a proceeding which De Wardes imitated. Both their bodies, which seemed like phantoms to those who were looking at them from the shore, were thrown strongly into relief by a dark red violet-colored shadow with which the sky became overspread.\n\n\u201cUpon my word, your Grace,\u201d said De Wardes, \u201cwe shall hardly have time to begin. Do you not perceive how our feet are sinking into the sand?\u201d\n\n\u201cI have sunk up to the ankles,\u201d said Buckingham, <|quote_start|>\u201cwithout reckoning that the water is even now breaking in upon us.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\n\u201cIt has already reached me. As soon as you please, therefore, your Grace,\u201d said De Wardes, who drew his sword, a movement imitated by the duke.\n\n\u201cM. de Wardes,\u201d said Buckingham, \u201cone final word. I am about to fight you because I do not like you, -- because you have wounded me in ridiculing a certain devotional regard I have entertained, and one which I acknowledge that, at this moment, I still retain, and for which I would very willingly die. You are a bad and heartless man, M. de Wardes, and I will do my very utmost to take your life; for I feel assured that, if you survive this engagement, you will, in the future, work great mischief towards my friends. That is all I have to remark, M. de Wardes", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/5863.tenyearslater_29_dumas_64kb_16.flac", "original_index": 20}, {"text": "\u201cIt has already reached me. As soon as you please, therefore, your Grace,", "start_byte": 448230, "end_byte": 448303, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 896.515, "cut_end_time": 900.9300000000001, "narration": {"text": " said De Wardes, who drew his sword, a movement imitated by the duke.", "cut_start_time": 901.2749780273438, "cut_end_time": 906.3501030273437, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/5863.tenyearslater_29_dumas_64kb_17.flac"}, "context": "Buckingham made a sign of assent, took off his doublet and threw it on the ground, a proceeding which De Wardes imitated. Both their bodies, which seemed like phantoms to those who were looking at them from the shore, were thrown strongly into relief by a dark red violet-colored shadow with which the sky became overspread.\n\n\u201cUpon my word, your Grace,\u201d said De Wardes, \u201cwe shall hardly have time to begin. Do you not perceive how our feet are sinking into the sand?\u201d\n\n\u201cI have sunk up to the ankles,\u201d said Buckingham, \u201cwithout reckoning that the water is even now breaking in upon us.\u201d\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cIt has already reached me. As soon as you please, therefore, your Grace,\u201d<|quote_end|> said De Wardes, who drew his sword, a movement imitated by the duke.\n\n\u201cM. de Wardes,\u201d said Buckingham, \u201cone final word. I am about to fight you because I do not like you, -- because you have wounded me in ridiculing a certain devotional regard I have entertained, and one which I acknowledge that, at this moment, I still retain, and for which I would very willingly die. You are a bad and heartless man, M. de Wardes, and I will do my very utmost to take your life; for I feel assured that, if you survive this engagement, you will, in the future, work great mischief towards my friends. That is all I have to remark, M. de Wardes", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/5863.tenyearslater_29_dumas_64kb_17.flac", "original_index": 21}, {"text": "\u201cAnd I, my lord, have only this to reply to you: I have not disliked you hitherto, but, since you give me such a character, I hate you, and will do all I possibly can to kill you;", "start_byte": 448980, "end_byte": 449159, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 957.125009765625, "cut_end_time": 971.350009765625, "narration": {"text": " said De Wardes, who drew his sword, a movement imitated by the duke.", "cut_start_time": 901.2749780273438, "cut_end_time": 906.3501030273437, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/5863.tenyearslater_29_dumas_64kb_18.flac"}, "context": "\u201cone final word. I am about to fight you because I do not like you, -- because you have wounded me in ridiculing a certain devotional regard I have entertained, and one which I acknowledge that, at this moment, I still retain, and for which I would very willingly die. You are a bad and heartless man, M. de Wardes, and I will do my very utmost to take your life; for I feel assured that, if you survive this engagement, you will, in the future, work great mischief towards my friends. That is all I have to remark, M. de Wardes,\u201d concluded Buckingham as he saluted him.\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cAnd I, my lord, have only this to reply to you: I have not disliked you hitherto, but, since you give me such a character, I hate you, and will do all I possibly can to kill you;\u201d<|quote_end|> and De Wardes saluted Buckingham.\n\nTheir swords crossed at the same moment, like two flashes of lightning on a dark night. The swords seemed to seek each other, guessed their position, and met. Both were practiced swordsmen, and the earlier passes were without any result. The night was fast closing in, and it was so dark that they attacked and defended themselves almost instinctively. Suddenly De Wardes felt his word arrested, -- he had just touched Buckingham\u2019s shoulder. The duke\u2019s sword sunk, as his arm was lowered.", "narrative_information_pred": {"saluted": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/5863.tenyearslater_29_dumas_64kb_18.flac", "original_index": 24}, {"text": "\u201cYou are wounded, my lord,", "start_byte": 449686, "end_byte": 449712, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 1018.6850073242188, "cut_end_time": 1019.9600073242187, "narration": {"text": " said De Wardes, who drew his sword, a movement imitated by the duke.", "cut_start_time": 901.2749780273438, "cut_end_time": 906.3501030273437, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/5863.tenyearslater_29_dumas_64kb_19.flac"}, "context": "Their swords crossed at the same moment, like two flashes of lightning on a dark night. The swords seemed to seek each other, guessed their position, and met. Both were practiced swordsmen, and the earlier passes were without any result. The night was fast closing in, and it was so dark that they attacked and defended themselves almost instinctively. Suddenly De Wardes felt his word arrested, -- he had just touched Buckingham\u2019s shoulder. The duke\u2019s sword sunk, as his arm was lowered.\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cYou are wounded, my lord,\u201d<|quote_end|> said De Wardes, drawing back a step or two.\n\n\u201cYes, monsieur, but only slightly.\u201d\n\n\u201cYet you quitted your guard.\u201d\n\n\u201cOnly from the first effect of the cold steel, but I have recovered. Let us go on, if you please.\u201d And disengaging his sword with a sinister clashing of the blade, the duke wounded the marquis in the breast.\n\n\u201cA hit?\u201d he said.\n\n\u201cNo,\u201d cried De Wardes, not moving from his place.\n\n\u201cI beg your pardon, but observing that your shirt was stained -- \u201d said Buckingham.", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/5863.tenyearslater_29_dumas_64kb_19.flac", "original_index": 25}, {"text": "\u201cYes, monsieur, but only slightly.\u201d", "start_byte": 449759, "end_byte": 449794, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 1024.3850268554688, "cut_end_time": 1026.9900893554689, "narration": {"text": " And disengaging his sword with a sinister clashing of the blade, the duke wounded the marquis in the breast.", "cut_start_time": 1039.705029296875, "cut_end_time": 1046.360029296875, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/5863.tenyearslater_29_dumas_64kb_20.flac"}, "context": "Their swords crossed at the same moment, like two flashes of lightning on a dark night. The swords seemed to seek each other, guessed their position, and met. Both were practiced swordsmen, and the earlier passes were without any result. The night was fast closing in, and it was so dark that they attacked and defended themselves almost instinctively. Suddenly De Wardes felt his word arrested, -- he had just touched Buckingham\u2019s shoulder. The duke\u2019s sword sunk, as his arm was lowered.\n\n\u201cYou are wounded, my lord,\u201d said De Wardes, drawing back a step or two.\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cYes, monsieur, but only slightly.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\n\u201cYet you quitted your guard.\u201d\n\n\u201cOnly from the first effect of the cold steel, but I have recovered. Let us go on, if you please.\u201d And disengaging his sword with a sinister clashing of the blade, the duke wounded the marquis in the breast.\n\n\u201cA hit?\u201d he said.\n\n\u201cNo,\u201d cried De Wardes, not moving from his place.\n\n\u201cI beg your pardon, but observing that your shirt was stained -- \u201d said Buckingham.\n\n\u201cWell,\u201d said De Wardes furiously,", "narrative_information_pred": {}, "audio_path": "wavs/5863.tenyearslater_29_dumas_64kb_20.flac", "original_index": 26}, {"text": "\u201cYet you quitted your guard.\u201d", "start_byte": 449796, "end_byte": 449825, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 1027.9450537109374, "cut_end_time": 1030.1900537109375, "narration": {"text": " And disengaging his sword with a sinister clashing of the blade, the duke wounded the marquis in the breast.", "cut_start_time": 1039.705029296875, "cut_end_time": 1046.360029296875, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/5863.tenyearslater_29_dumas_64kb_21.flac"}, "context": "Their swords crossed at the same moment, like two flashes of lightning on a dark night. The swords seemed to seek each other, guessed their position, and met. Both were practiced swordsmen, and the earlier passes were without any result. The night was fast closing in, and it was so dark that they attacked and defended themselves almost instinctively. Suddenly De Wardes felt his word arrested, -- he had just touched Buckingham\u2019s shoulder. The duke\u2019s sword sunk, as his arm was lowered.\n\n\u201cYou are wounded, my lord,\u201d said De Wardes, drawing back a step or two.\n\n\u201cYes, monsieur, but only slightly.\u201d\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cYet you quitted your guard.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\n\u201cOnly from the first effect of the cold steel, but I have recovered. Let us go on, if you please.\u201d And disengaging his sword with a sinister clashing of the blade, the duke wounded the marquis in the breast.\n\n\u201cA hit?\u201d he said.\n\n\u201cNo,\u201d cried De Wardes, not moving from his place.\n\n\u201cI beg your pardon, but observing that your shirt was stained -- \u201d said Buckingham.\n\n\u201cWell,\u201d said De Wardes furiously, \u201cit is now your turn.\u201d", "narrative_information_pred": {}, "audio_path": "wavs/5863.tenyearslater_29_dumas_64kb_21.flac", "original_index": 27}, {"text": "\u201cOnly from the first effect of the cold steel, but I have recovered. Let us go on, if you please.", "start_byte": 449827, "end_byte": 449924, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 1031.2849609374998, "cut_end_time": 1038.5000859375, "narration": {"text": " And disengaging his sword with a sinister clashing of the blade, the duke wounded the marquis in the breast.", "cut_start_time": 1039.705029296875, "cut_end_time": 1046.360029296875, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/5863.tenyearslater_29_dumas_64kb_22.flac"}, "context": "Their swords crossed at the same moment, like two flashes of lightning on a dark night. The swords seemed to seek each other, guessed their position, and met. Both were practiced swordsmen, and the earlier passes were without any result. The night was fast closing in, and it was so dark that they attacked and defended themselves almost instinctively. Suddenly De Wardes felt his word arrested, -- he had just touched Buckingham\u2019s shoulder. The duke\u2019s sword sunk, as his arm was lowered.\n\n\u201cYou are wounded, my lord,\u201d said De Wardes, drawing back a step or two.\n\n\u201cYes, monsieur, but only slightly.\u201d\n\n\u201cYet you quitted your guard.\u201d\n\n<|quote_start|>\u201cOnly from the first effect of the cold steel, but I have recovered. Let us go on, if you please.\u201d<|quote_end|> And disengaging his sword with a sinister clashing of the blade, the duke wounded the marquis in the breast.\n\n\u201cA hit?\u201d he said.\n\n\u201cNo,\u201d cried De Wardes, not moving from his place.\n\n\u201cI beg your pardon, but observing that your shirt was stained -- \u201d said Buckingham.\n\n\u201cWell,\u201d said De Wardes furiously, \u201cit is now your turn.\u201d\n\nAnd with a terrible lunge, he pierced Buckingham\u2019s arm, the sword passing between the two bones. 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With an effort and an exclamation of pain he tore out the blade which remained in his arm, and turning towards De Wardes said,", "narrative_information_pred": {"wounded": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 9}}, "audio_path": "wavs/5863.tenyearslater_29_dumas_64kb_22.flac", "original_index": 28}, {"text": "\u201cit is now your turn.\u201d", "start_byte": 450225, "end_byte": 450247, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 1063.454990234375, "cut_end_time": 1064.870052734375, "narration": {"text": " replied De Wardes, in a voice choked by the blood which rushed from his lungs to his throat,", "cut_start_time": 1136.4049560546873, "cut_end_time": 1142.6800185546874, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/5863.tenyearslater_29_dumas_64kb_23.flac"}, "context": "\u201cYet you quitted your guard.\u201d\n\n\u201cOnly from the first effect of the cold steel, but I have recovered. Let us go on, if you please.\u201d And disengaging his sword with a sinister clashing of the blade, the duke wounded the marquis in the breast.\n\n\u201cA hit?\u201d he said.\n\n\u201cNo,\u201d cried De Wardes, not moving from his place.\n\n\u201cI beg your pardon, but observing that your shirt was stained -- \u201d said Buckingham.\n\n\u201cWell,\u201d said De Wardes furiously, <|quote_start|>\u201cit is now your turn.\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\nAnd with a terrible lunge, he pierced Buckingham\u2019s arm, the sword passing between the two bones. Buckingham feeling his right arm paralyzed, stretched out his left, seized his sword, which was about falling from his nerveless grasp, and before De Wardes could resume his guard, he thrust him through the breast. De Wardes tottered, his knees gave way beneath him, and leaving his sword still fixed in the duke\u2019s arm, he fell into the water, which was soon crimsoned with a more genuine reflection than that which it had borrowed from the clouds. De Wardes was not dead; he felt the terrible danger that menaced him, for the sea rose fast. The duke, too, perceived the danger. 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With an effort and an exclamation of pain he tore out the blade which remained in his arm, and turning towards De Wardes said, <|quote_start|>\u201cAre you dead, marquis?\u201d<|quote_end|>\n\n\u201cNo,\u201d replied De Wardes, in a voice choked by the blood which rushed from his lungs to his throat, \u201cbut very near it.\u201d\n\n\u201cWell, what is to be done; can you walk?\u201d said Buckingham, supporting him on his knee.\n\n\u201cImpossible,\u201d he replied. Then falling down again, said, \u201ccall to your people, or I shall be drowned.\u201d\n\n\u201cHalloa! boat there! quick, quick!\u201d\n\nThe boat flew over the waves, but the sea rose faster than the boat could approach. Buckingham saw that De Wardes was on the point of being again covered by a wave; he passed his left arm, safe and unwounded, round his body and raised him up. The wave ascended to his waist, but did not move him. The duke immediately began to carry his late antagonist towards the shore. He had hardly gone ten paces, when a second wave, rushing onwards higher, more furious and menacing than the former, struck him at the height of his chest, threw him over and buried him beneath the water. At the reflux, however, the duke and De Wardes were discovered lying on the strand. De Wardes had fainted. At this moment four of the duke\u2019s sailors, who comprehended the danger, threw themselves into the sea, and in a moment were close beside him. 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+{"text_src": "5957/clean_text.txt", "librivox_src": "4992/black_poodle_1112_librivox_64kb_mp3/blackpoodle_14_anstey_64kb.flac", "speaker_id": "4992", "quotations": [{"text": "'Curse of the Catafalques", "start_byte": 236050, "end_byte": 236075, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 52.77499923706055, "cut_end_time": 54.40006173706055, "narration": {"text": "He seemed inclined to begin to roll again here, but I stopped him.", "cut_start_time": 382.65500000000003, "cut_end_time": 386.34000000000003, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/5957.blackpoodle_14_anstey_64kb_0.flac"}, "context": "For the fate which the siren had dreaded had come upon her at last; she had loved, and she had paid the penalty for loving, and never more would her wild, sweet voice beguile mortals to their doom.\n\n[Illustration]\n\nTHE CURSE OF THE CATAFALQUES.\n\nI.\n\nUnless I am very much mistaken, until the time when I was subjected to the strange and exceptional experience which I now propose to relate, I had never been brought into close contact with anything of a supernatural description. At least if I ever was, the circumstance can have made no lasting impression upon me, as I am quite unable to recall it. But in the <|quote_start|>'Curse of the Catafalques'<|quote_end|> I was confronted with a horror so weird and so altogether unusual, that I doubt whether I shall ever succeed in wholly forgetting it -- and I know that I have never felt really well since.\n\nIt is difficult for me to tell my story intelligibly without some account of my previous history by way of introduction, although I will to make it as little diffuse as I may.\n\nI had not been a success at home; I was an orphan, and, in my anxiety to please a wealthy uncle upon whom I was practically dependent, I had consented to submit myself to a series of competitive examinations for quite a variety of professions, but in each successive instance I achieved the same disheartening failure. Some explanation of this may, no doubt, be found in the fact that, with a fatal want of forethought, I had entirely omitted to prepare myself by any particular course of study -- which, as I discovered too late, is almost indispensable to success in these intellectual contests.", "narrative_information_pred": {"confronted": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/5957.blackpoodle_14_anstey_64kb_0.flac", "original_index": 0}, {"text": "'This will never do,", "start_byte": 238450, "end_byte": 238470, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 224.64500732421874, "cut_end_time": 226.02000732421874, "narration": {"text": "He seemed inclined to begin to roll again here, but I stopped him.", "cut_start_time": 382.65500000000003, "cut_end_time": 386.34000000000003, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/5957.blackpoodle_14_anstey_64kb_1.flac"}, "context": "In pursuance of my resolution, I booked my passage home by one of the Orient liners from Melbourne to London. About an hour before the ship was to leave her moorings, I went on board and made my way at once to the state-room which I was to share with a fellow passenger, whose acquaintance I then made for the first time.\n\nHe was a tall cadaverous young man of about my own age, and my first view of him was not encouraging, for when I came in, I found him rolling restlessly on the cabin floor, and uttering hollow groans.\n\n<|quote_start|>'This will never do,'<|quote_end|> I said, after I had introduced myself; 'if you're like this now, my good sir, what will you be when we're fairly out at sea? You must husband your resources for that. And why trouble to roll? The ship will do all that for you, if you will only have patience.'\n\nHe explained, somewhat brusquely, that he was suffering from mental agony, not sea-sickness; and by a little pertinacious questioning (for I would not allow myself to be rebuffed) I was soon in possession of the secret which was troubling my companion, whose name, as I also learned, was Augustus McFadden.", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/5957.blackpoodle_14_anstey_64kb_1.flac", "original_index": 1}, {"text": "'re fairly out at sea? You must husband your resources for that. And why trouble to roll? The ship will do all that for you, if you will only have patience.'", "start_byte": 238574, "end_byte": 238731, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 232.17499694824218, "cut_end_time": 241.46012194824218, "narration": {"text": "He seemed inclined to begin to roll again here, but I stopped him.", "cut_start_time": 382.65500000000003, "cut_end_time": 386.34000000000003, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/5957.blackpoodle_14_anstey_64kb_2.flac"}, "context": "In pursuance of my resolution, I booked my passage home by one of the Orient liners from Melbourne to London. About an hour before the ship was to leave her moorings, I went on board and made my way at once to the state-room which I was to share with a fellow passenger, whose acquaintance I then made for the first time.\n\nHe was a tall cadaverous young man of about my own age, and my first view of him was not encouraging, for when I came in, I found him rolling restlessly on the cabin floor, and uttering hollow groans.\n\n'This will never do,' I said, after I had introduced myself; 'if you're like this now, my good sir, what will you be when we<|quote_start|>'re fairly out at sea? You must husband your resources for that. And why trouble to roll? The ship will do all that for you, if you will only have patience.'<|quote_end|>\n\nHe explained, somewhat brusquely, that he was suffering from mental agony, not sea-sickness; and by a little pertinacious questioning (for I would not allow myself to be rebuffed) I was soon in possession of the secret which was troubling my companion, whose name, as I also learned, was Augustus McFadden.\n\nIt seemed that his parents had emigrated before his birth, and he had lived all his life in the Colony, where he was contented and fairly prosperous -- when an eccentric old aunt of his over in England happened to die.", "narrative_information_pred": {"would": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 9}}, "audio_path": "wavs/5957.blackpoodle_14_anstey_64kb_2.flac", "original_index": 3}, {"text": "'I heard of it first,", "start_byte": 239846, "end_byte": 239867, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 318.93498657226564, "cut_end_time": 320.26011157226566, "narration": {"text": "He seemed inclined to begin to roll again here, but I stopped him.", "cut_start_time": 382.65500000000003, "cut_end_time": 386.34000000000003, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/5957.blackpoodle_14_anstey_64kb_3.flac"}, "context": "She left McFadden himself nothing, having given by her will the bulk of her property to the only daughter of a baronet of ancient family, in whom she took a strong interest. But the will was not without its effect upon her existence, for it expressly mentioned the desire of the testatrix that the baronet should receive her nephew Augustus if he presented himself within a certain time, and should afford him every facility for proving his fitness for acceptance as a suitor. The alliance was merely recommended, however, not enjoined, and the gift was unfettered by any conditions.\n\n<|quote_start|>'I heard of it first,'<|quote_end|> said McFadden, 'from Chlorine's father (Chlorine is her name, you know). Sir Paul Catafalque wrote to me, informing me of the mention of my name in my aunt's will, enclosing his daughter's photograph, and formally inviting me to come over and do my best, if my affections were not pre-engaged, to carry out the last wishes of the departed. He added that I might expect to receive shortly a packet from my aunt's executors which would explain matters fully, and in which I should find certain directions for my guidance. The photograph decided me; it was so eminently pleasing that I felt at once that my poor aunt's wishes must be sacred to me. I could not wait for the packet to arrive, and so I wrote at once to Sir Paul accepting the invitation. Yes", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/5957.blackpoodle_14_anstey_64kb_3.flac", "original_index": 4}, {"text": "'miserable wretch that I am, I pledged my honour to present myself as a suitor, and now -- now -- here I am, actually embarked upon the desperate errand!'", "start_byte": 240669, "end_byte": 240823, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 371.30501220703127, "cut_end_time": 381.37001220703127, "narration": {"text": "He seemed inclined to begin to roll again here, but I stopped him.", "cut_start_time": 382.65500000000003, "cut_end_time": 386.34000000000003, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/5957.blackpoodle_14_anstey_64kb_4.flac"}, "context": "'from Chlorine's father (Chlorine is her name, you know). Sir Paul Catafalque wrote to me, informing me of the mention of my name in my aunt's will, enclosing his daughter's photograph, and formally inviting me to come over and do my best, if my affections were not pre-engaged, to carry out the last wishes of the departed. He added that I might expect to receive shortly a packet from my aunt's executors which would explain matters fully, and in which I should find certain directions for my guidance. The photograph decided me; it was so eminently pleasing that I felt at once that my poor aunt's wishes must be sacred to me. I could not wait for the packet to arrive, and so I wrote at once to Sir Paul accepting the invitation. Yes,' he added, with another of the hollow groans, <|quote_start|>'miserable wretch that I am, I pledged my honour to present myself as a suitor, and now -- now -- here I am, actually embarked upon the desperate errand!'<|quote_end|>\n\nHe seemed inclined to begin to roll again here, but I stopped him. 'Really,' I said, 'I think in your place, with an excellent chance -- for I presume the lady's heart is also disengaged -- with an excellent chance of winning a baronet's daughter with a considerable fortune and a pleasing appearance, I should bear up better.'\n\n'You think so,' he rejoined,'but you do not know all! The very day after I had despatched my fatal letter, my aunt's explanatory packet arrived. I tell you that when I read the hideous revelations it contained, and knew to what horrors I had innocently pledged myself, my hair stood on end, and I believe it has remained on end ever since. But it was too late. Here I am, engaged to carry out a task from which my inmost soul recoils. Ah, if I dared but retract!'", "narrative_information_pred": {"added": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/5957.blackpoodle_14_anstey_64kb_4.flac", "original_index": 6}, {"text": "'I think in your place, with an excellent chance -- for I presume the lady's heart is also disengaged -- with an excellent chance of winning a baronet's daughter with a considerable fortune and a pleasing appearance, I should bear up better.'", "start_byte": 240910, "end_byte": 241152, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 388.5150085449219, "cut_end_time": 402.7900710449219, "narration": {"text": " I added (for somehow I began to feel a friendly interest in this poor slack-baked creature):", "cut_start_time": 500.38501220703125, "cut_end_time": 505.39007470703126, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/5957.blackpoodle_14_anstey_64kb_5.flac"}, "context": "'from Chlorine's father (Chlorine is her name, you know). Sir Paul Catafalque wrote to me, informing me of the mention of my name in my aunt's will, enclosing his daughter's photograph, and formally inviting me to come over and do my best, if my affections were not pre-engaged, to carry out the last wishes of the departed. He added that I might expect to receive shortly a packet from my aunt's executors which would explain matters fully, and in which I should find certain directions for my guidance. The photograph decided me; it was so eminently pleasing that I felt at once that my poor aunt's wishes must be sacred to me. I could not wait for the packet to arrive, and so I wrote at once to Sir Paul accepting the invitation. Yes,' he added, with another of the hollow groans, 'miserable wretch that I am, I pledged my honour to present myself as a suitor, and now -- now -- here I am, actually embarked upon the desperate errand!'\n\nHe seemed inclined to begin to roll again here, but I stopped him. 'Really,' I said, <|quote_start|>'I think in your place, with an excellent chance -- for I presume the lady's heart is also disengaged -- with an excellent chance of winning a baronet's daughter with a considerable fortune and a pleasing appearance, I should bear up better.'<|quote_end|>\n\n'You think so,' he rejoined,'but you do not know all! The very day after I had despatched my fatal letter, my aunt's explanatory packet arrived. I tell you that when I read the hideous revelations it contained, and knew to what horrors I had innocently pledged myself, my hair stood on end, and I believe it has remained on end ever since. But it was too late. Here I am, engaged to carry out a task from which my inmost soul recoils. Ah, if I dared but retract!'", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/5957.blackpoodle_14_anstey_64kb_5.flac", "original_index": 8}, {"text": "'Then why in the name of common sense, don't you retract?", "start_byte": 241619, "end_byte": 241676, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 438.53501098632813, "cut_end_time": 441.86007348632813, "narration": {"text": " I added (for somehow I began to feel a friendly interest in this poor slack-baked creature):", "cut_start_time": 500.38501220703125, "cut_end_time": 505.39007470703126, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/5957.blackpoodle_14_anstey_64kb_6.flac"}, "context": "'You think so,' he rejoined,'but you do not know all! The very day after I had despatched my fatal letter, my aunt's explanatory packet arrived. I tell you that when I read the hideous revelations it contained, and knew to what horrors I had innocently pledged myself, my hair stood on end, and I believe it has remained on end ever since. But it was too late. Here I am, engaged to carry out a task from which my inmost soul recoils. Ah, if I dared but retract!'\n\n<|quote_start|>'Then why in the name of common sense, don't you retract?'<|quote_end|> I asked. 'Write and say that you much regret that a previous engagement, which you had unfortunately overlooked, deprives you of the pleasure of accepting.'\n\n'Impossible,' he said; 'it would be agony to me to feel that I had incurred Chlorine's contempt, even though I only know her through a photograph at present. If I were to back out of it now, she would have reason to despise me, would she not?'\n\n'Perhaps she would,' I said.\n\n'You see my dilemma -- I cannot retract; on the other hand, I dare not go on. The only thing, as I have thought lately, which could save me and my honour at the same time would be my death on the voyage out, for then my cowardice would remain undiscovered.'", "narrative_information_pred": {"asked": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/5957.blackpoodle_14_anstey_64kb_6.flac", "original_index": 10}, {"text": "'Write and say that you much regret that a previous engagement, which you had unfortunately overlooked, deprives you of the pleasure of accepting.'", "start_byte": 241687, "end_byte": 241834, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 442.8750146484375, "cut_end_time": 449.8400771484375, "narration": {"text": " I added (for somehow I began to feel a friendly interest in this poor slack-baked creature):", "cut_start_time": 500.38501220703125, "cut_end_time": 505.39007470703126, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/5957.blackpoodle_14_anstey_64kb_7.flac"}, "context": "'You think so,' he rejoined,'but you do not know all! The very day after I had despatched my fatal letter, my aunt's explanatory packet arrived. I tell you that when I read the hideous revelations it contained, and knew to what horrors I had innocently pledged myself, my hair stood on end, and I believe it has remained on end ever since. But it was too late. Here I am, engaged to carry out a task from which my inmost soul recoils. Ah, if I dared but retract!'\n\n'Then why in the name of common sense, don't you retract?' I asked. <|quote_start|>'Write and say that you much regret that a previous engagement, which you had unfortunately overlooked, deprives you of the pleasure of accepting.'<|quote_end|>\n\n'Impossible,' he said; 'it would be agony to me to feel that I had incurred Chlorine's contempt, even though I only know her through a photograph at present. If I were to back out of it now, she would have reason to despise me, would she not?'\n\n'Perhaps she would,' I said.\n\n'You see my dilemma -- I cannot retract; on the other hand, I dare not go on. The only thing, as I have thought lately, which could save me and my honour at the same time would be my death on the voyage out, for then my cowardice would remain undiscovered.'", "narrative_information_pred": {"asked": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/5957.blackpoodle_14_anstey_64kb_7.flac", "original_index": 11}, {"text": "'it would be agony to me to feel that I had incurred Chlorine's contempt, even though I only know her through a photograph at present. If I were to back out of it now, she would have reason to despise me, would she not?'", "start_byte": 241859, "end_byte": 242079, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 452.5750024414063, "cut_end_time": 465.2800024414063, "narration": {"text": " I added (for somehow I began to feel a friendly interest in this poor slack-baked creature):", "cut_start_time": 500.38501220703125, "cut_end_time": 505.39007470703126, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/5957.blackpoodle_14_anstey_64kb_8.flac"}, "context": "'You think so,' he rejoined,'but you do not know all! The very day after I had despatched my fatal letter, my aunt's explanatory packet arrived. I tell you that when I read the hideous revelations it contained, and knew to what horrors I had innocently pledged myself, my hair stood on end, and I believe it has remained on end ever since. But it was too late. Here I am, engaged to carry out a task from which my inmost soul recoils. Ah, if I dared but retract!'\n\n'Then why in the name of common sense, don't you retract?' I asked. 'Write and say that you much regret that a previous engagement, which you had unfortunately overlooked, deprives you of the pleasure of accepting.'\n\n'Impossible,' he said; <|quote_start|>'it would be agony to me to feel that I had incurred Chlorine's contempt, even though I only know her through a photograph at present. If I were to back out of it now, she would have reason to despise me, would she not?'<|quote_end|>\n\n'Perhaps she would,' I said.\n\n'You see my dilemma -- I cannot retract; on the other hand, I dare not go on. The only thing, as I have thought lately, which could save me and my honour at the same time would be my death on the voyage out, for then my cowardice would remain undiscovered.'\n\n'Well,' I said, 'you can die on the voyage out if you want to -- there need be no difficulty about that. All you have to do is just to slip over the side some dark night when no one is looking. I tell you what", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/5957.blackpoodle_14_anstey_64kb_8.flac", "original_index": 13}, {"text": "'Perhaps she would,", "start_byte": 242081, "end_byte": 242100, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 466.6549951171875, "cut_end_time": 467.72012011718755, "narration": {"text": " I added (for somehow I began to feel a friendly interest in this poor slack-baked creature):", "cut_start_time": 500.38501220703125, "cut_end_time": 505.39007470703126, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/5957.blackpoodle_14_anstey_64kb_9.flac"}, "context": "'Then why in the name of common sense, don't you retract?' I asked. 'Write and say that you much regret that a previous engagement, which you had unfortunately overlooked, deprives you of the pleasure of accepting.'\n\n'Impossible,' he said; 'it would be agony to me to feel that I had incurred Chlorine's contempt, even though I only know her through a photograph at present. If I were to back out of it now, she would have reason to despise me, would she not?'\n\n<|quote_start|>'Perhaps she would,'<|quote_end|> I said.\n\n'You see my dilemma -- I cannot retract; on the other hand, I dare not go on. The only thing, as I have thought lately, which could save me and my honour at the same time would be my death on the voyage out, for then my cowardice would remain undiscovered.'\n\n'Well,' I said, 'you can die on the voyage out if you want to -- there need be no difficulty about that. All you have to do is just to slip over the side some dark night when no one is looking. I tell you what", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/5957.blackpoodle_14_anstey_64kb_9.flac", "original_index": 14}, {"text": "'You see my dilemma -- I cannot retract; on the other hand, I dare not go on. The only thing, as I have thought lately, which could save me and my honour at the same time would be my death on the voyage out, for then my cowardice would remain undiscovered.'", "start_byte": 242111, "end_byte": 242368, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 469.17498779296875, "cut_end_time": 485.95011279296875, "narration": {"text": " I added (for somehow I began to feel a friendly interest in this poor slack-baked creature):", "cut_start_time": 500.38501220703125, "cut_end_time": 505.39007470703126, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/5957.blackpoodle_14_anstey_64kb_10.flac"}, "context": "'Then why in the name of common sense, don't you retract?' I asked. 'Write and say that you much regret that a previous engagement, which you had unfortunately overlooked, deprives you of the pleasure of accepting.'\n\n'Impossible,' he said; 'it would be agony to me to feel that I had incurred Chlorine's contempt, even though I only know her through a photograph at present. If I were to back out of it now, she would have reason to despise me, would she not?'\n\n'Perhaps she would,' I said.\n\n<|quote_start|>'You see my dilemma -- I cannot retract; on the other hand, I dare not go on. The only thing, as I have thought lately, which could save me and my honour at the same time would be my death on the voyage out, for then my cowardice would remain undiscovered.'<|quote_end|>\n\n'Well,' I said, 'you can die on the voyage out if you want to -- there need be no difficulty about that. All you have to do is just to slip over the side some dark night when no one is looking. I tell you what,' I added (for somehow I began to feel a friendly interest in this poor slack-baked creature): 'if you don't find your nerves equal to it when it comes to the point, I don't mind giving you a leg over myself.'", "narrative_information_pred": {}, "audio_path": "wavs/5957.blackpoodle_14_anstey_64kb_10.flac", "original_index": 15}, {"text": "'you can die on the voyage out if you want to -- there need be no difficulty about that. All you have to do is just to slip over the side some dark night when no one is looking. I tell you what,", "start_byte": 242386, "end_byte": 242580, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 489.03498779296876, "cut_end_time": 500.25011279296876, "narration": {"text": " I added (for somehow I began to feel a friendly interest in this poor slack-baked creature):", "cut_start_time": 500.38501220703125, "cut_end_time": 505.39007470703126, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/5957.blackpoodle_14_anstey_64kb_11.flac"}, "context": "'it would be agony to me to feel that I had incurred Chlorine's contempt, even though I only know her through a photograph at present. If I were to back out of it now, she would have reason to despise me, would she not?'\n\n'Perhaps she would,' I said.\n\n'You see my dilemma -- I cannot retract; on the other hand, I dare not go on. The only thing, as I have thought lately, which could save me and my honour at the same time would be my death on the voyage out, for then my cowardice would remain undiscovered.'\n\n'Well,' I said, <|quote_start|>'you can die on the voyage out if you want to -- there need be no difficulty about that. All you have to do is just to slip over the side some dark night when no one is looking. I tell you what,'<|quote_end|> I added (for somehow I began to feel a friendly interest in this poor slack-baked creature): 'if you don't find your nerves equal to it when it comes to the point, I don't mind giving you a leg over myself.'\n\n'I never intended to go as far as that,' he said, rather pettishly, and without any sign of gratitude for my offer; 'I don't care about actually dying, if she could only be made to believe I had died that would be quite enough for me. I could live on here, happy in the thought that I was saved from her scorn. But how can she be made to believe it? -- that's the point.'", "narrative_information_pred": {"added": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/5957.blackpoodle_14_anstey_64kb_11.flac", "original_index": 17}, {"text": "'if you don't find your nerves equal to it when it comes to the point, I don't mind giving you a leg over myself.'", "start_byte": 242675, "end_byte": 242789, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 506.16500976562503, "cut_end_time": 512.210009765625, "narration": {"text": " I added (for somehow I began to feel a friendly interest in this poor slack-baked creature):", "cut_start_time": 500.38501220703125, "cut_end_time": 505.39007470703126, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/5957.blackpoodle_14_anstey_64kb_12.flac"}, "context": "'You see my dilemma -- I cannot retract; on the other hand, I dare not go on. The only thing, as I have thought lately, which could save me and my honour at the same time would be my death on the voyage out, for then my cowardice would remain undiscovered.'\n\n'Well,' I said, 'you can die on the voyage out if you want to -- there need be no difficulty about that. All you have to do is just to slip over the side some dark night when no one is looking. I tell you what,' I added (for somehow I began to feel a friendly interest in this poor slack-baked creature): <|quote_start|>'if you don't find your nerves equal to it when it comes to the point, I don't mind giving you a leg over myself.'<|quote_end|>\n\n'I never intended to go as far as that,' he said, rather pettishly, and without any sign of gratitude for my offer; 'I don't care about actually dying, if she could only be made to believe I had died that would be quite enough for me. I could live on here, happy in the thought that I was saved from her scorn. But how can she be made to believe it? -- that's the point.'\n\n'Precisely,' I said. 'You can hardly write yourself and inform her that you died on the voyage. You might do this, though: sail to England as you propose, and go to see her under another name, and break the sad intelligence to her.'", "narrative_information_pred": {"added": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/5957.blackpoodle_14_anstey_64kb_12.flac", "original_index": 18}, {"text": "'I never intended to go as far as that,", "start_byte": 242791, "end_byte": 242830, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 514.06498046875, "cut_end_time": 516.4401054687501, "narration": {"text": " I added (for somehow I began to feel a friendly interest in this poor slack-baked creature):", "cut_start_time": 500.38501220703125, "cut_end_time": 505.39007470703126, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/5957.blackpoodle_14_anstey_64kb_13.flac"}, "context": "'Well,' I said, 'you can die on the voyage out if you want to -- there need be no difficulty about that. All you have to do is just to slip over the side some dark night when no one is looking. 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You might do this, though: sail to England as you propose, and go to see her under another name, and break the sad intelligence to her.'\n\n'Why, to be sure, I might do that!' he said, with some animation; 'I should certainly not be recognised -- she can have no photograph of me, for I have never been photographed. And yet -- no", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}, "pettishly": {"id": "1", "type": "adverb", "confidence": 9}}, "audio_path": "wavs/5957.blackpoodle_14_anstey_64kb_14.flac", "original_index": 20}, {"text": "'You can hardly write yourself and inform her that you died on the voyage. 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I could not expect you to tell a positive untruth on my account -- but if, in the course of an interview with Chlorine, you could contrive to convey the impression that I died on my way to her side, you would be doing me a service I can never repay!'", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/5957.blackpoodle_14_anstey_64kb_15.flac", "original_index": 22}, {"text": "'Why, to be sure, I might do that!", "start_byte": 243398, "end_byte": 243432, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 552.4750170898437, "cut_end_time": 554.6700170898438, "narration": {"text": "When we had settled the question in its financial aspect, I said to McFadden,", "cut_start_time": 658.4449731445312, "cut_end_time": 663.7400356445313, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/5957.blackpoodle_14_anstey_64kb_16.flac"}, "context": "'I don't care about actually dying, if she could only be made to believe I had died that would be quite enough for me. I could live on here, happy in the thought that I was saved from her scorn. But how can she be made to believe it? -- that's the point.'\n\n'Precisely,' I said. 'You can hardly write yourself and inform her that you died on the voyage. You might do this, though: sail to England as you propose, and go to see her under another name, and break the sad intelligence to her.'\n\n<|quote_start|>'Why, to be sure, I might do that!'<|quote_end|> he said, with some animation; 'I should certainly not be recognised -- she can have no photograph of me, for I have never been photographed. And yet -- no,' he added, with a shudder, 'it is useless. I can't do it; I dare not trust myself under that roof! I must find some other way. You have given me an idea. Listen,' he said, after a short pause: 'you seem to take an interest in me; you are going to London; the Catafalques live there, or near it, at some place called Parson's Green. Can I ask a great favour of you -- would you very much mind seeking them out yourself as a fellow-voyager of mine? I could not expect you to tell a positive untruth on my account -- but if, in the course of an interview with Chlorine, you could contrive to convey the impression that I died on my way to her side, you would be doing me a service I can never repay!'", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}, "animation": {"id": "1", "type": "noun", "confidence": 8}}, "audio_path": "wavs/5957.blackpoodle_14_anstey_64kb_16.flac", "original_index": 23}, {"text": "'I should certainly not be recognised -- she can have no photograph of me, for I have never been photographed. 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I could not expect you to tell a positive untruth on my account -- but if, in the course of an interview with Chlorine, you could contrive to convey the impression that I died on my way to her side, you would be doing me a service I can never repay!'", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/5957.blackpoodle_14_anstey_64kb_18.flac", "original_index": 25}, {"text": "'I should very much prefer to do you a service that you could repay,", "start_byte": 244289, "end_byte": 244357, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 618.405029296875, "cut_end_time": 622.140029296875, "narration": {"text": "When we had settled the question in its financial aspect, I said to McFadden,", "cut_start_time": 658.4449731445312, "cut_end_time": 663.7400356445313, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/5957.blackpoodle_14_anstey_64kb_19.flac"}, "context": "'you seem to take an interest in me; you are going to London; the Catafalques live there, or near it, at some place called Parson's Green. Can I ask a great favour of you -- would you very much mind seeking them out yourself as a fellow-voyager of mine? I could not expect you to tell a positive untruth on my account -- but if, in the course of an interview with Chlorine, you could contrive to convey the impression that I died on my way to her side, you would be doing me a service I can never repay!'\n\n<|quote_start|>'I should very much prefer to do you a service that you could repay,'<|quote_end|> was my very natural rejoinder.\n\n'She will not require strict proof,' he continued eagerly; 'I could give you enough papers and things to convince her that you come from me. Say you will do me this kindness!'\n\nI hesitated for some time longer, not so much, perhaps, from scruples of a conscientious kind as from a disinclination to undertake a troublesome commission for an entire stranger -- gratuitously. 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Bruce Gordon looked, and spotted the ragged building, half a mile outside the dome. It had been a rocket-maintenance hangar once, then had been turned into temporary dwelling for the first deportees, when Earth began flooding Mars. Now, seeming to stand by habit alone, it radiated desolation and decay.\n\nHe stood up, grabbing for his bag, and spinning the drummer aside. He jerked forward, and caught the driver's shoulder. \"Getting off!\"\n\nThe driver shrugged his hand away. \"Don't be crazy, mister! They -- \" He turned, saw it was Gordon, and his face turned blank. \"It's your life, buster,\" he said, and reached for the brake. <|quote_start|>\"I'll give you five minutes to get into coveralls and helmet and out through the airlock.\"<|quote_end|>\n\nGordon needed less than that; he'd practiced all the way from Earth. The transparent plastic of the coveralls went on easily enough, and his hands found the seals quickly. 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But here, if it was like places he'd known on Earth, even second-hand contact with \"muscle\" was useful.\n\nIt seemed to work. A huge man oozed out of the shadows, his gray face contorting its doughy fat into a yellow-toothed grin, and a filthy hand waved back the others. There were a few wisps of long, gray hair on the head and face, and they quivered as he moved forward.\n\n\"Looking for a room?\" he whined.\n\n<|quote_start|>\"I'm looking for Mother Corey.\"<|quote_end|>\n\n\"Then you're looking at him, cobber. Sleep on the floor, want a bunk, squat with four, or room and duchess to yourself?\"\n\nThere was a period of haggling, followed by a wait as Mother Corey kicked four grumbling men out of a four-by-seven hole on the second floor. 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Sleep on the floor, want a bunk, squat with four, or room and duchess to yourself?\"\n\nThere was a period of haggling, followed by a wait as Mother Corey kicked four grumbling men out of a four-by-seven hole on the second floor. Gordon's money had carried more weight than his brother's reputation; for that, Corey humored his guest's wish for privacy. <|quote_start|>\"All yours, cobber, while your crackle's blue.\"<|quote_end|>\n\nIt was a filthy, dark place. In one corner was an unsheeted bed. There was a rusty bucket for water, a hole kicked through the floor for waste water. Plumbing, and such luxuries, apparently hadn't existed for years -- except for the small cistern and worn water-recovery plant in the basement, beside the tired-looking weeds in the hydroponic tanks that tried unsuccessfully to keep the air breathable.\n\n\"What about a lock on the door?\" Gordon asked.\n\n\"What good would it do you? Got a different way here, we have. 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Security had wanted him to police their damned planet for them -- and he might as well do it officially.\n\nHe tossed the girl's knife down beside her, motioned to Izzy, and began heading for Mother Corey's.\n\nChapter III\n\nTHE GRAFT IS GREEN\n\nIzzy seemed surprised when he found that Gordon was turning in to the quasi-secret entrance to Mother Corey's. \"Coming here myself,\" he explained. <|quote_start|>\"Mother got ahold of a load of snow, and sent me out to contact a big pusher. Coming back, the goons picked me up and gave me the job on you. Hey, Mother!\"<|quote_end|>\n\nBruce Gordon didn't ask how Mother Corey had acquired the dope. When Earth had deported all addicts two decades before, it had practically begged for dope smuggling.\n\nThe gross hulk of Mother Corey appeared almost at once. \"Izzy and Bruce. Didn't know you'd met, cobbers. Contact, Izzy?\"\n\n\"Ninety per cent for uncut,\" Izzy answered.\n\nThey went up to Gordon's hole-in-the-wall, with Mother Corey wheezing behind, while the rotten wood of the stairs groaned under his grotesque bulk. At his questions, Gordon told the story tersely.", "narrative_information_pred": {"explained": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/7585.policeyourplanet_03_delray_64kb_0.flac", "original_index": 0}, {"text": "\"Izzy and Bruce. Didn't know you'd met, cobbers. Contact, Izzy?\"", "start_byte": 30633, "end_byte": 30697, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 57.41499877929687, "cut_end_time": 63.03012377929688, "narration": {"text": "The old man shook his head, estimating what was left to Gordon.", "cut_start_time": 121.91500061035156, "cut_end_time": 126.55006311035156, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/7585.policeyourplanet_03_delray_64kb_1.flac"}, "context": "Izzy seemed surprised when he found that Gordon was turning in to the quasi-secret entrance to Mother Corey's. \"Coming here myself,\" he explained. \"Mother got ahold of a load of snow, and sent me out to contact a big pusher. Coming back, the goons picked me up and gave me the job on you. Hey, Mother!\"\n\nBruce Gordon didn't ask how Mother Corey had acquired the dope. When Earth had deported all addicts two decades before, it had practically begged for dope smuggling.\n\nThe gross hulk of Mother Corey appeared almost at once. <|quote_start|>\"Izzy and Bruce. Didn't know you'd met, cobbers. Contact, Izzy?\"<|quote_end|>\n\n\"Ninety per cent for uncut,\" Izzy answered.\n\nThey went up to Gordon's hole-in-the-wall, with Mother Corey wheezing behind, while the rotten wood of the stairs groaned under his grotesque bulk. At his questions, Gordon told the story tersely.\n\nMother Corey nodded. \"Same old angles, eh? Get enough to do the job, they mug you. Stop halfway, and the halls are closed to you. Pretty soon, they'll be trick-proof, anyhow; they're changing over to electric eyes. Eh, you haven't forgotten me, cobber?\"", "narrative_information_pred": {"appeared": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/7585.policeyourplanet_03_delray_64kb_1.flac", "original_index": 1}, {"text": "\"Ninety per cent for uncut,", "start_byte": 30699, "end_byte": 30726, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 63.755000610351566, "cut_end_time": 65.60000061035156, "narration": {"text": "The old man shook his head, estimating what was left to Gordon.", "cut_start_time": 121.91500061035156, "cut_end_time": 126.55006311035156, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/7585.policeyourplanet_03_delray_64kb_2.flac"}, "context": "\"Mother got ahold of a load of snow, and sent me out to contact a big pusher. Coming back, the goons picked me up and gave me the job on you. Hey, Mother!\"\n\nBruce Gordon didn't ask how Mother Corey had acquired the dope. When Earth had deported all addicts two decades before, it had practically begged for dope smuggling.\n\nThe gross hulk of Mother Corey appeared almost at once. \"Izzy and Bruce. Didn't know you'd met, cobbers. Contact, Izzy?\"\n\n<|quote_start|>\"Ninety per cent for uncut,\"<|quote_end|> Izzy answered.\n\nThey went up to Gordon's hole-in-the-wall, with Mother Corey wheezing behind, while the rotten wood of the stairs groaned under his grotesque bulk. At his questions, Gordon told the story tersely.\n\nMother Corey nodded. \"Same old angles, eh? Get enough to do the job, they mug you. Stop halfway, and the halls are closed to you. Pretty soon, they'll be trick-proof, anyhow; they're changing over to electric eyes. Eh, you haven't forgotten me, cobber?\"", "narrative_information_pred": {"answered": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/7585.policeyourplanet_03_delray_64kb_2.flac", "original_index": 2}, {"text": "\"Same old angles, eh? Get enough to do the job, they mug you. Stop halfway, and the halls are closed to you. Pretty soon, they'll be trick-proof, anyhow; they're changing over to electric eyes. Eh, you haven't forgotten me, cobber?\"", "start_byte": 30963, "end_byte": 31195, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 83.03499725341797, "cut_end_time": 101.57005975341796, "narration": {"text": "The old man shook his head, estimating what was left to Gordon.", "cut_start_time": 121.91500061035156, "cut_end_time": 126.55006311035156, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/7585.policeyourplanet_03_delray_64kb_3.flac"}, "context": "Bruce Gordon didn't ask how Mother Corey had acquired the dope. When Earth had deported all addicts two decades before, it had practically begged for dope smuggling.\n\nThe gross hulk of Mother Corey appeared almost at once. \"Izzy and Bruce. Didn't know you'd met, cobbers. Contact, Izzy?\"\n\n\"Ninety per cent for uncut,\" Izzy answered.\n\nThey went up to Gordon's hole-in-the-wall, with Mother Corey wheezing behind, while the rotten wood of the stairs groaned under his grotesque bulk. At his questions, Gordon told the story tersely.\n\nMother Corey nodded. <|quote_start|>\"Same old angles, eh? Get enough to do the job, they mug you. Stop halfway, and the halls are closed to you. Pretty soon, they'll be trick-proof, anyhow; they're changing over to electric eyes. Eh, you haven't forgotten me, cobber?\"<|quote_end|>\n\nGordon hadn't. The old wreck had demanded five per cent of his winnings for tipping him off. Mother Corey had too many cheap hoods among his friends to be fooled with. Gordon counted out the money reluctantly, while Izzy explained that they were going to be cops.\n\nThe old man shook his head, estimating what was left to Gordon. \"Enough to buy a corporal's job, pay for your suit, and maybe get by,\" he decided. \"Don't do it, cobber. You're the wrong kind. You take what you're doing serious. When you set out to tinhorn a living, you're a crook. Get you in a cop's outfit, and you'll turn honest. No place here for an honest cop -- not with elections coming up, cobber. Well, I guess you gotta find out for yourself. Want a good room?\"", "narrative_information_pred": {"nodded": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/7585.policeyourplanet_03_delray_64kb_3.flac", "original_index": 3}, {"text": "\"Enough to buy a corporal's job, pay for your suit, and maybe get by,", "start_byte": 31526, "end_byte": 31595, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 127.73500244140624, "cut_end_time": 132.54006494140626, "narration": {"text": "The old man shook his head, estimating what was left to Gordon.", "cut_start_time": 121.91500061035156, "cut_end_time": 126.55006311035156, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/7585.policeyourplanet_03_delray_64kb_4.flac"}, "context": "\"Same old angles, eh? Get enough to do the job, they mug you. Stop halfway, and the halls are closed to you. Pretty soon, they'll be trick-proof, anyhow; they're changing over to electric eyes. Eh, you haven't forgotten me, cobber?\"\n\nGordon hadn't. The old wreck had demanded five per cent of his winnings for tipping him off. Mother Corey had too many cheap hoods among his friends to be fooled with. Gordon counted out the money reluctantly, while Izzy explained that they were going to be cops.\n\nThe old man shook his head, estimating what was left to Gordon. <|quote_start|>\"Enough to buy a corporal's job, pay for your suit, and maybe get by,\"<|quote_end|> he decided. \"Don't do it, cobber. You're the wrong kind. You take what you're doing serious. When you set out to tinhorn a living, you're a crook. Get you in a cop's outfit, and you'll turn honest. No place here for an honest cop -- not with elections coming up, cobber. Well, I guess you gotta find out for yourself. Want a good room?\"\n\nGordon's lips twitched. \"Thanks, Mother, but I'll be staying inside the dome, I guess.\"", "narrative_information_pred": {"decided": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/7585.policeyourplanet_03_delray_64kb_4.flac", "original_index": 4}, {"text": "\"Thanks, Mother, but I'll be staying inside the dome, I guess.\"", "start_byte": 31959, "end_byte": 32022, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 160.10499267578123, "cut_end_time": 163.66011767578124, "narration": {"text": "The old man shook his head, estimating what was left to Gordon.", "cut_start_time": 121.91500061035156, "cut_end_time": 126.55006311035156, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/7585.policeyourplanet_03_delray_64kb_5.flac"}, "context": "\"Enough to buy a corporal's job, pay for your suit, and maybe get by,\" he decided. \"Don't do it, cobber. You're the wrong kind. You take what you're doing serious. When you set out to tinhorn a living, you're a crook. Get you in a cop's outfit, and you'll turn honest. No place here for an honest cop -- not with elections coming up, cobber. Well, I guess you gotta find out for yourself. Want a good room?\"\n\nGordon's lips twitched. <|quote_start|>\"Thanks, Mother, but I'll be staying inside the dome, I guess.\"<|quote_end|>\n\n\"So'll I,\" the old man gloated. \"Setting in a chair all day, being an honest citizen. Cobber, I already own a joint there -- a nice one, they tell me. Lights. Two water closets. Big rooms, six-by-ten -- fifty of them, big enough for whole families. And strictly on the level, cobber. It's no hide-out, like this.\"\n\nHe rolled the money in his greasy fingers. \"Now, with what I get from the pusher, I can buy off that hot spot on the police blotter. I can go in the dome and walk around, just like you", "narrative_information_pred": {}, "audio_path": "wavs/7585.policeyourplanet_03_delray_64kb_5.flac", "original_index": 6}, {"text": "\"Now, with what I get from the pusher, I can buy off that hot spot on the police blotter. I can go in the dome and walk around, just like you.", "start_byte": 32382, "end_byte": 32524, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 193.59500732421876, "cut_end_time": 202.10000732421875, "narration": {"text": "The old man shook his head, estimating what was left to Gordon.", "cut_start_time": 121.91500061035156, "cut_end_time": 126.55006311035156, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/7585.policeyourplanet_03_delray_64kb_6.flac"}, "context": "\"Thanks, Mother, but I'll be staying inside the dome, I guess.\"\n\n\"So'll I,\" the old man gloated. \"Setting in a chair all day, being an honest citizen. Cobber, I already own a joint there -- a nice one, they tell me. Lights. Two water closets. Big rooms, six-by-ten -- fifty of them, big enough for whole families. And strictly on the level, cobber. It's no hide-out, like this.\"\n\nHe rolled the money in his greasy fingers. <|quote_start|>\"Now, with what I get from the pusher, I can buy off that hot spot on the police blotter. I can go in the dome and walk around, just like you.\"<|quote_end|> His eyes watered, and a tear went dripping down his nose. \"I'm getting old. They'll be calling me 'Grandmother' pretty soon. So I'm turning my Chicken House over to my granddaughter and I'm going honest. Want a room?\"\n\nGordon grinned, and nodded. Mother Corey knew the ropes, and could be trusted. \"Didn't know you had a granddaughter.\"\n\nIzzy snorted, and Mother Corey grinned wolfishly. \"You met her, cobber. The blonde you shook down! Came up from Earth eight years ago, looking for me. I sold her to the head of the East Point gang. Since she killed him, she's been doing pretty well on her own. Mostly. Except when she makes a fool of herself, like she did with you. But she'll come around to where I'm proud of her, yet.... If you two want to carry in the snow, collect, and turn it over to Commissioner Arliss for me -- I can't pass the dome till he gets it -- I'll give you both rooms for six months free. Except for the lights and water, of course.\"", "narrative_information_pred": {"rolled": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 9}}, "audio_path": "wavs/7585.policeyourplanet_03_delray_64kb_6.flac", "original_index": 9}, {"text": "\"I'm getting old. They'll be calling me 'Grandmother' pretty soon. So I'm turning my Chicken House over to my granddaughter and I'm going honest. Want a room?\"", "start_byte": 32584, "end_byte": 32743, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 206.67500549316406, "cut_end_time": 217.12000549316406, "narration": {"text": "Gordon grinned, and nodded. Mother Corey knew the ropes, and could be trusted.", "cut_start_time": 218.0149963378906, "cut_end_time": 224.0600588378906, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/7585.policeyourplanet_03_delray_64kb_7.flac"}, "context": "\"Setting in a chair all day, being an honest citizen. Cobber, I already own a joint there -- a nice one, they tell me. Lights. Two water closets. Big rooms, six-by-ten -- fifty of them, big enough for whole families. And strictly on the level, cobber. It's no hide-out, like this.\"\n\nHe rolled the money in his greasy fingers. \"Now, with what I get from the pusher, I can buy off that hot spot on the police blotter. I can go in the dome and walk around, just like you.\" His eyes watered, and a tear went dripping down his nose. <|quote_start|>\"I'm getting old. They'll be calling me 'Grandmother' pretty soon. So I'm turning my Chicken House over to my granddaughter and I'm going honest. Want a room?\"<|quote_end|>\n\nGordon grinned, and nodded. Mother Corey knew the ropes, and could be trusted. \"Didn't know you had a granddaughter.\"\n\nIzzy snorted, and Mother Corey grinned wolfishly. \"You met her, cobber. The blonde you shook down! Came up from Earth eight years ago, looking for me. I sold her to the head of the East Point gang. Since she killed him, she's been doing pretty well on her own. Mostly. Except when she makes a fool of herself, like she did with you. But she'll come around to where I'm proud of her, yet.... If you two want to carry in the snow, collect, and turn it over to Commissioner Arliss for me -- I can't pass the dome till he gets it -- I'll give you both rooms for six months free. Except for the lights and water, of course.\"", "narrative_information_pred": {"watered": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 9}}, "audio_path": "wavs/7585.policeyourplanet_03_delray_64kb_7.flac", "original_index": 10}, {"text": "\"Didn't know you had a granddaughter.\"", "start_byte": 32824, "end_byte": 32862, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 224.75499572753907, "cut_end_time": 226.63005822753905, "narration": {"text": "Gordon grinned, and nodded. Mother Corey knew the ropes, and could be trusted.", "cut_start_time": 218.0149963378906, "cut_end_time": 224.0600588378906, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/7585.policeyourplanet_03_delray_64kb_8.flac"}, "context": "\"Now, with what I get from the pusher, I can buy off that hot spot on the police blotter. I can go in the dome and walk around, just like you.\" His eyes watered, and a tear went dripping down his nose. \"I'm getting old. They'll be calling me 'Grandmother' pretty soon. So I'm turning my Chicken House over to my granddaughter and I'm going honest. Want a room?\"\n\nGordon grinned, and nodded. Mother Corey knew the ropes, and could be trusted. <|quote_start|>\"Didn't know you had a granddaughter.\"<|quote_end|>\n\nIzzy snorted, and Mother Corey grinned wolfishly. \"You met her, cobber. The blonde you shook down! Came up from Earth eight years ago, looking for me. I sold her to the head of the East Point gang. Since she killed him, she's been doing pretty well on her own. Mostly. Except when she makes a fool of herself, like she did with you. But she'll come around to where I'm proud of her, yet.... If you two want to carry in the snow, collect, and turn it over to Commissioner Arliss for me -- I can't pass the dome till he gets it -- I'll give you both rooms for six months free. Except for the lights and water, of course.\"", "narrative_information_pred": {"grinned": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 9}, "nodded": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 9}}, "audio_path": "wavs/7585.policeyourplanet_03_delray_64kb_8.flac", "original_index": 11}, {"text": "\"Special Taxes", "start_byte": 33768, "end_byte": 33782, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 292.5849975585938, "cut_end_time": 293.88006005859376, "narration": {"text": " and whispered a few casual words. The man at the desk went into an office marked private, and came back a few minutes later.", "cut_start_time": 293.9049963378906, "cut_end_time": 303.36012133789063, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/7585.policeyourplanet_03_delray_64kb_9.flac"}, "context": "\"You met her, cobber. The blonde you shook down! Came up from Earth eight years ago, looking for me. I sold her to the head of the East Point gang. Since she killed him, she's been doing pretty well on her own. Mostly. Except when she makes a fool of herself, like she did with you. But she'll come around to where I'm proud of her, yet.... If you two want to carry in the snow, collect, and turn it over to Commissioner Arliss for me -- I can't pass the dome till he gets it -- I'll give you both rooms for six months free. Except for the lights and water, of course.\"\n\nIzzy nodded, and Gordon shrugged. On Mars, it didn't seem odd to begin applying for a police job by carrying in narcotics. He wondered how they'd go about contacting the commissioner.\n\nBut that turned out to be simple enough. After collecting, Izzy led the way into a section marked <|quote_start|>\"Special Taxes\"<|quote_end|> and whispered a few casual words. The man at the desk went into an office marked private, and came back a few minutes later.\n\n\"Your friend has no record with us,\" he said in a routine voice. \"I've checked through his tax forms, and they're all in order. We'll confirm officially, of course.\"\n\n* * * * *\n\nIn the Applications section of the big Municipal Building, at the center of the dome, there was a long form to fill out at the desk; but the captain there had already had answers typed in.", "narrative_information_pred": {"marked": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 9}}, "audio_path": "wavs/7585.policeyourplanet_03_delray_64kb_9.flac", "original_index": 13}, {"text": "\"Your friend has no record with us,", "start_byte": 33910, "end_byte": 33945, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 304.3350134277344, "cut_end_time": 306.1900134277344, "narration": {"text": " and whispered a few casual words. The man at the desk went into an office marked private, and came back a few minutes later.", "cut_start_time": 293.9049963378906, "cut_end_time": 303.36012133789063, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/7585.policeyourplanet_03_delray_64kb_10.flac"}, "context": "\"You met her, cobber. The blonde you shook down! Came up from Earth eight years ago, looking for me. I sold her to the head of the East Point gang. Since she killed him, she's been doing pretty well on her own. Mostly. Except when she makes a fool of herself, like she did with you. But she'll come around to where I'm proud of her, yet.... If you two want to carry in the snow, collect, and turn it over to Commissioner Arliss for me -- I can't pass the dome till he gets it -- I'll give you both rooms for six months free. Except for the lights and water, of course.\"\n\nIzzy nodded, and Gordon shrugged. On Mars, it didn't seem odd to begin applying for a police job by carrying in narcotics. He wondered how they'd go about contacting the commissioner.\n\nBut that turned out to be simple enough. After collecting, Izzy led the way into a section marked \"Special Taxes\" and whispered a few casual words. The man at the desk went into an office marked private, and came back a few minutes later.\n\n<|quote_start|>\"Your friend has no record with us,\"<|quote_end|> he said in a routine voice. \"I've checked through his tax forms, and they're all in order. We'll confirm officially, of course.\"\n\n* * * * *\n\nIn the Applications section of the big Municipal Building, at the center of the dome, there was a long form to fill out at the desk; but the captain there had already had answers typed in.\n\n\"Save time, boys,\" he said genially. \"And time's valuable, ain't it? Ah, yes", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}, "routine": {"id": "1", "type": "adjective", "confidence": 9}}, "audio_path": "wavs/7585.policeyourplanet_03_delray_64kb_10.flac", "original_index": 14}, {"text": "\"I've checked through his tax forms, and they're all in order. We'll confirm officially, of course.\"", "start_byte": 33975, "end_byte": 34075, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 308.98499267578126, "cut_end_time": 314.4201176757813, "narration": {"text": " and whispered a few casual words. The man at the desk went into an office marked private, and came back a few minutes later.", "cut_start_time": 293.9049963378906, "cut_end_time": 303.36012133789063, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/7585.policeyourplanet_03_delray_64kb_11.flac"}, "context": "Izzy nodded, and Gordon shrugged. On Mars, it didn't seem odd to begin applying for a police job by carrying in narcotics. He wondered how they'd go about contacting the commissioner.\n\nBut that turned out to be simple enough. After collecting, Izzy led the way into a section marked \"Special Taxes\" and whispered a few casual words. The man at the desk went into an office marked private, and came back a few minutes later.\n\n\"Your friend has no record with us,\" he said in a routine voice. <|quote_start|>\"I've checked through his tax forms, and they're all in order. We'll confirm officially, of course.\"<|quote_end|>\n\n* * * * *\n\nIn the Applications section of the big Municipal Building, at the center of the dome, there was a long form to fill out at the desk; but the captain there had already had answers typed in.\n\n\"Save time, boys,\" he said genially. \"And time's valuable, ain't it? Ah, yes.\" He took the sums they had ready -- there was a standard price -- and stamped their forms. \"And you'll want suits. Isaacs? Good, here's your receipt. And you, Corporal Gordon. Right. Get your suits one floor down, end of the hall. And report in eight tomorrow morning!\"", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}, "routine": {"id": "1", "type": "adjective", "confidence": 9}}, "audio_path": "wavs/7585.policeyourplanet_03_delray_64kb_11.flac", "original_index": 15}, {"text": "\"Save time, boys,", "start_byte": 34278, "end_byte": 34295, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 327.1250048828125, "cut_end_time": 328.34000488281254, "narration": {"text": " and whispered a few casual words. The man at the desk went into an office marked private, and came back a few minutes later.", "cut_start_time": 293.9049963378906, "cut_end_time": 303.36012133789063, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/7585.policeyourplanet_03_delray_64kb_12.flac"}, "context": "\" and whispered a few casual words. The man at the desk went into an office marked private, and came back a few minutes later.\n\n\"Your friend has no record with us,\" he said in a routine voice. \"I've checked through his tax forms, and they're all in order. We'll confirm officially, of course.\"\n\n* * * * *\n\nIn the Applications section of the big Municipal Building, at the center of the dome, there was a long form to fill out at the desk; but the captain there had already had answers typed in.\n\n<|quote_start|>\"Save time, boys,\"<|quote_end|> he said genially. \"And time's valuable, ain't it? Ah, yes.\" He took the sums they had ready -- there was a standard price -- and stamped their forms. \"And you'll want suits. Isaacs? Good, here's your receipt. And you, Corporal Gordon. Right. Get your suits one floor down, end of the hall. And report in eight tomorrow morning!\"\n\nIt was as simple as that. Bruce Gordon was lucky enough to get a fair fit in his suit. He'd almost forgotten what it felt like to be in uniform.", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}, "genially": {"id": "1", "type": "adverb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/7585.policeyourplanet_03_delray_64kb_12.flac", "original_index": 16}, {"text": "\"And time's valuable, ain't it? Ah, yes.", "start_byte": 34315, "end_byte": 34355, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 329.6750146484375, "cut_end_time": 333.99007714843754, "narration": {"text": " and whispered a few casual words. The man at the desk went into an office marked private, and came back a few minutes later.", "cut_start_time": 293.9049963378906, "cut_end_time": 303.36012133789063, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/7585.policeyourplanet_03_delray_64kb_13.flac"}, "context": "\" and whispered a few casual words. The man at the desk went into an office marked private, and came back a few minutes later.\n\n\"Your friend has no record with us,\" he said in a routine voice. \"I've checked through his tax forms, and they're all in order. We'll confirm officially, of course.\"\n\n* * * * *\n\nIn the Applications section of the big Municipal Building, at the center of the dome, there was a long form to fill out at the desk; but the captain there had already had answers typed in.\n\n\"Save time, boys,\" he said genially. <|quote_start|>\"And time's valuable, ain't it? Ah, yes.\"<|quote_end|> He took the sums they had ready -- there was a standard price -- and stamped their forms. \"And you'll want suits. Isaacs? Good, here's your receipt. And you, Corporal Gordon. Right. Get your suits one floor down, end of the hall. And report in eight tomorrow morning!\"\n\nIt was as simple as that. Bruce Gordon was lucky enough to get a fair fit in his suit. 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We'll confirm officially, of course.\"\n\n* * * * *\n\nIn the Applications section of the big Municipal Building, at the center of the dome, there was a long form to fill out at the desk; but the captain there had already had answers typed in.\n\n\"Save time, boys,\" he said genially. \"And time's valuable, ain't it? Ah, yes.\" He took the sums they had ready -- there was a standard price -- and stamped their forms. <|quote_start|>\"And you'll want suits. Isaacs? Good, here's your receipt. And you, Corporal Gordon. Right. Get your suits one floor down, end of the hall. And report in eight tomorrow morning!\"<|quote_end|>\n\nIt was as simple as that. Bruce Gordon was lucky enough to get a fair fit in his suit. He'd almost forgotten what it felt like to be in uniform.\n\nIzzy was more businesslike. \"Hope they don't give us too bad territory, gov'nor,\" he remarked. \"Pickings are always a little lean on the first few beats, but you can work some fairly well.\"\n\nGordon's chest fell; this was Mars!\n\nThe room at the new Mother Corey's -- an unkempt old building near the edge of the dome -- proved to be livable, though it was a shock to see Mother Corey himself in a decent suit, and using perfume.", "narrative_information_pred": {}, "audio_path": "wavs/7585.policeyourplanet_03_delray_64kb_14.flac", "original_index": 18}, {"text": "\"Hope they don't give us too bad territory, gov'nor,", "start_byte": 34801, "end_byte": 34853, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 373.0049975585938, "cut_end_time": 375.82012255859377, "narration": {"text": " He took the sums they had ready -- there was a standard price -- and stamped their forms.", "cut_start_time": 334.3350085449219, "cut_end_time": 340.2900710449219, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/7585.policeyourplanet_03_delray_64kb_15.flac"}, "context": "\" He took the sums they had ready -- there was a standard price -- and stamped their forms. \"And you'll want suits. Isaacs? Good, here's your receipt. And you, Corporal Gordon. Right. Get your suits one floor down, end of the hall. And report in eight tomorrow morning!\"\n\nIt was as simple as that. Bruce Gordon was lucky enough to get a fair fit in his suit. He'd almost forgotten what it felt like to be in uniform.\n\nIzzy was more businesslike. <|quote_start|>\"Hope they don't give us too bad territory, gov'nor,\"<|quote_end|> he remarked. \"Pickings are always a little lean on the first few beats, but you can work some fairly well.\"\n\nGordon's chest fell; this was Mars!\n\nThe room at the new Mother Corey's -- an unkempt old building near the edge of the dome -- proved to be livable, though it was a shock to see Mother Corey himself in a decent suit, and using perfume.\n\nThe beat was in a shabby section where clerks and skilled laborers worked. It wasn't poor enough to offer the universal desperation that gave the gang hoodlums protective coloring, nor rich enough to have major rackets of its own.", "narrative_information_pred": {"remarked": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/7585.policeyourplanet_03_delray_64kb_15.flac", "original_index": 19}, {"text": "\"Pickings are always a little lean on the first few beats, but you can work some fairly well.\"", "start_byte": 34868, "end_byte": 34962, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 376.8050146484375, "cut_end_time": 382.1400771484375, "narration": {"text": " He took the sums they had ready -- there was a standard price -- and stamped their forms.", "cut_start_time": 334.3350085449219, "cut_end_time": 340.2900710449219, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/7585.policeyourplanet_03_delray_64kb_16.flac"}, "context": "\"And you'll want suits. Isaacs? Good, here's your receipt. And you, Corporal Gordon. Right. Get your suits one floor down, end of the hall. And report in eight tomorrow morning!\"\n\nIt was as simple as that. Bruce Gordon was lucky enough to get a fair fit in his suit. He'd almost forgotten what it felt like to be in uniform.\n\nIzzy was more businesslike. \"Hope they don't give us too bad territory, gov'nor,\" he remarked. <|quote_start|>\"Pickings are always a little lean on the first few beats, but you can work some fairly well.\"<|quote_end|>\n\nGordon's chest fell; this was Mars!\n\nThe room at the new Mother Corey's -- an unkempt old building near the edge of the dome -- proved to be livable, though it was a shock to see Mother Corey himself in a decent suit, and using perfume.\n\nThe beat was in a shabby section where clerks and skilled laborers worked. It wasn't poor enough to offer the universal desperation that gave the gang hoodlums protective coloring, nor rich enough to have major rackets of its own.", "narrative_information_pred": {"remarked": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/7585.policeyourplanet_03_delray_64kb_16.flac", "original_index": 20}, {"text": "\"Cripes! Hope they've got a few cheap pushers around that don't pay protection direct to the captain. You take that store; I'll go in this one!\"", "start_byte": 35454, "end_byte": 35598, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 422.19499511718755, "cut_end_time": 432.05012011718753, "narration": {"text": "She fell to her knees, crying over the injured man.", "cut_start_time": 622.1349755859375, "cut_end_time": 625.4901005859375, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/7585.policeyourplanet_03_delray_64kb_17.flac"}, "context": "The room at the new Mother Corey's -- an unkempt old building near the edge of the dome -- proved to be livable, though it was a shock to see Mother Corey himself in a decent suit, and using perfume.\n\nThe beat was in a shabby section where clerks and skilled laborers worked. It wasn't poor enough to offer the universal desperation that gave the gang hoodlums protective coloring, nor rich enough to have major rackets of its own.\n\nIzzy was disgusted. <|quote_start|>\"Cripes! Hope they've got a few cheap pushers around that don't pay protection direct to the captain. You take that store; I'll go in this one!\"<|quote_end|>\n\nThe proprietor was a druggist who ran his own fountain where the synthetics that replaced honest Earth foods were compounded into sweet and sticky messes for the neighborhood kids. He looked up as Gordon came in; then his face fell. \"New cop, eh? No wonder Gable collected yesterday, ahead of time. All right, you can look at my books. I've been paying fifty, but you'll have to wait until Friday.\"\n\nGordon nodded and swung on his heel, surprised to find that his stomach was turning. The man obviously couldn't afford fifty credits a week. But it was the same all along the street. Even Izzy admitted finally that they'd have to wait.", "narrative_information_pred": {"was": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/7585.policeyourplanet_03_delray_64kb_17.flac", "original_index": 21}, {"text": "\"New cop, eh? No wonder Gable collected yesterday, ahead of time. All right, you can look at my books. I've been paying fifty, but you'll have to wait until Friday.\"", "start_byte": 35833, "end_byte": 35998, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 451.86500610351567, "cut_end_time": 464.70006860351566, "narration": {"text": "She fell to her knees, crying over the injured man.", "cut_start_time": 622.1349755859375, "cut_end_time": 625.4901005859375, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/7585.policeyourplanet_03_delray_64kb_18.flac"}, "context": "The beat was in a shabby section where clerks and skilled laborers worked. It wasn't poor enough to offer the universal desperation that gave the gang hoodlums protective coloring, nor rich enough to have major rackets of its own.\n\nIzzy was disgusted. \"Cripes! Hope they've got a few cheap pushers around that don't pay protection direct to the captain. You take that store; I'll go in this one!\"\n\nThe proprietor was a druggist who ran his own fountain where the synthetics that replaced honest Earth foods were compounded into sweet and sticky messes for the neighborhood kids. He looked up as Gordon came in; then his face fell. <|quote_start|>\"New cop, eh? No wonder Gable collected yesterday, ahead of time. All right, you can look at my books. I've been paying fifty, but you'll have to wait until Friday.\"<|quote_end|>\n\nGordon nodded and swung on his heel, surprised to find that his stomach was turning. The man obviously couldn't afford fifty credits a week. But it was the same all along the street. Even Izzy admitted finally that they'd have to wait.\n\n\"That damned cop before us! He really tapped them! And we can't take less, so I guess we gotta wait until Friday.\"\n\n* * * * *\n\nThe next day, Bruce Gordon made his first arrest. It was near the end of his shift, just as darkness was falling and the few lights were going on. He turned a corner and came to a short, heavy hoodlum backing out of a small liquor store with a knife in throwing position. The crook grunted as he started to turn and stumbled onto Gordon. His knife flashed up.", "narrative_information_pred": {"fell": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 9}}, "audio_path": "wavs/7585.policeyourplanet_03_delray_64kb_18.flac", "original_index": 22}, {"text": "\"That damned cop before us! He really tapped them! 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But it was the same all along the street. Even Izzy admitted finally that they'd have to wait.\n\n<|quote_start|>\"That damned cop before us! He really tapped them! And we can't take less, so I guess we gotta wait until Friday.\"<|quote_end|>\n\n* * * * *\n\nThe next day, Bruce Gordon made his first arrest. It was near the end of his shift, just as darkness was falling and the few lights were going on. He turned a corner and came to a short, heavy hoodlum backing out of a small liquor store with a knife in throwing position. The crook grunted as he started to turn and stumbled onto Gordon. His knife flashed up.\n\nWithout the need to worry about an airsuit, Gordon moved in, his arm jerking forward. He clipped the crook on the inside of the elbow, while grabbing the wrist with his other hand. The man went sailing over Gordon's head, to crash into the side of the building. 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Then he pulled the crook inside the store.\n\nA woman stood there, moaning over a pale man on the floor; blood oozed from a welt on the back of his head. There was both gratitude and resentment as she looked up at Gordon.\n\n<|quote_start|>\"You'd better call the hospital,\"<|quote_end|> he told her sharply. \"He may have a concussion. I've got the man who held you up.\"\n\n\"Hospital?\" Her voice broke into another wail. \"And who can afford hospitals? All week we work, all hours. He's old, he can't handle the cases. I do that. Me! And then you come, and you get your money. And he comes for his protection. Papa is sick. Sick, do you hear? He sees a doctor, he buys medicine. Then Gable comes. This man comes. We can't pay him! So what do we get -- we get knifes in the faces, saps on the head -- a concussion, you tell me! And all the money -- the money we had to pay to get stocks to sell to pay off from the profits we don't make -- all of it, he wants! Hospitals! 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And all the money -- the money we had to pay to get stocks to sell to pay off from the profits we don't make -- all of it, he wants! Hospitals! You think they give away at the hospitals free?\"", "narrative_information_pred": {"told": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}, "sharply": {"id": "1", "type": "adverb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/7585.policeyourplanet_03_delray_64kb_21.flac", "original_index": 25}, {"text": "\"I suppose it can't be helped, though; you're new, Gordon. Hennessy, get the corpse to the morgue, and mark it down as a robbery attempt. 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Then they went crashing down, and Gordon was over them.\n\n* * * * *\n\nThe desk captain at the precinct house groaned as they came in, then shook his head. \"Damn it,\" he said. <|quote_start|>\"I suppose it can't be helped, though; you're new, Gordon. Hennessy, get the corpse to the morgue, and mark it down as a robbery attempt. I'm going to have to book you and your men, Mr. Jurgens!\"<|quote_end|>\n\nThe heavy leader of the two angry knife-men grinned. \"Okay, Captain. But it's going to slow down the work I'm doing on the Mayor's campaign for re-election! Damn that Maxie -- I told him to be discreet. Hey, you know what you've got, though -- a real considerate man! He gave the old guy his money back!\"\n\nThey took Bruce Gordon's testimony, and sent him home.\n\nJurgens was waiting for him when he came on the beat. From his look of having slept well, he must have been out almost as soon as he was booked. 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He gave the old guy his money back!\"\n\nThey took Bruce Gordon's testimony, and sent him home.\n\nJurgens was waiting for him when he came on the beat. From his look of having slept well, he must have been out almost as soon as he was booked. Two other men stood behind Gordon, while Jurgens explained that he didn't like being interrupted on business calls <|quote_start|>\"about the Mayor's campaign, or anything else,\"<|quote_end|> and that next time there'd be real hard feelings. Gordon was surprised when he wasn't beaten, but not when the racketeer suggested that any money found at a crime was evidence and should go to the police. The captain had told him the same.\n\nBy Friday, he had learned. He made his collections early. Gable had sold him the list of what was expected, and he used it, though he cut down the figures in a few cases. There was no sense in killing the geese that laid the eggs.", "narrative_information_pred": {"explained": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/7585.policeyourplanet_03_delray_64kb_23.flac", "original_index": 33}, {"text": "\"Fifty per cent of the take to the Orphan's and Widow's fund. Better make it more than Gable turned in, if you want to get a better beat.\"", "start_byte": 41338, "end_byte": 41476, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 855.1149877929688, "cut_end_time": 862.5200502929688, "narration": {"text": "Gordon had wondered why Izzy had been pulled off the beat. As he turned to leave, the captain held up a hand.", "cut_start_time": 897.9049755859376, "cut_end_time": 904.3200380859375, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/7585.policeyourplanet_03_delray_64kb_24.flac"}, "context": "The couple at the liquor store had their payment waiting, and they handed it over, looking embarrassed. It wasn't until he was gone that he found a small bottle of fairly good whiskey tucked into his pouch. He started to throw it away, and then lifted it to his lips. Maybe they'd known how he felt better than he had. Mother Corey's words about his change of attitude came back. Damn it, he had to dig up enough money to get back to Earth.\n\nHe collected, down to the last account. It was a nice haul; at that rate, he'd have to stand it only for a few months. Then Gordon's lips twisted, as he realized it wasn't all gravy. There were angles, or the price of a corporalcy would have been higher.\n\nOne of the older men answered his questions. <|quote_start|>\"Fifty per cent of the take to the Orphan's and Widow's fund. Better make it more than Gable turned in, if you want to get a better beat.\"<|quote_end|>\n\nThe envelopes were lying on a table marked \"Voluntary Donations\"; Gordon filled his out, with a figure a bit higher than half of Gable's take, and dropped it in the box. The captain, who had been watching him carefully, settled back and smiled.\n\n\"Widows and Orphans sure appreciate a good man,\" he said. \"I was kind of worried about you, Gordon, but you got a nice touch. One of my new boys -- Isaacs, you know him -- was out checking up after you, and the dopes seem to like you.\"", "narrative_information_pred": {"answered": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/7585.policeyourplanet_03_delray_64kb_24.flac", "original_index": 34}, {"text": "\"Voluntary Donations", "start_byte": 41521, "end_byte": 41541, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 865.5349975585938, "cut_end_time": 867.1000600585937, "narration": {"text": "Gordon had wondered why Izzy had been pulled off the beat. As he turned to leave, the captain held up a hand.", "cut_start_time": 897.9049755859376, "cut_end_time": 904.3200380859375, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/7585.policeyourplanet_03_delray_64kb_25.flac"}, "context": "He collected, down to the last account. It was a nice haul; at that rate, he'd have to stand it only for a few months. Then Gordon's lips twisted, as he realized it wasn't all gravy. There were angles, or the price of a corporalcy would have been higher.\n\nOne of the older men answered his questions. \"Fifty per cent of the take to the Orphan's and Widow's fund. Better make it more than Gable turned in, if you want to get a better beat.\"\n\nThe envelopes were lying on a table marked <|quote_start|>\"Voluntary Donations\"<|quote_end|>; Gordon filled his out, with a figure a bit higher than half of Gable's take, and dropped it in the box. The captain, who had been watching him carefully, settled back and smiled.\n\n\"Widows and Orphans sure appreciate a good man,\" he said. \"I was kind of worried about you, Gordon, but you got a nice touch. One of my new boys -- Isaacs, you know him -- was out checking up after you, and the dopes seem to like you.\"", "narrative_information_pred": {}, "audio_path": "wavs/7585.policeyourplanet_03_delray_64kb_25.flac", "original_index": 35}, {"text": "\"Widows and Orphans sure appreciate a good man,", "start_byte": 41724, "end_byte": 41771, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 881.3649951171875, "cut_end_time": 884.2600576171875, "narration": {"text": "Gordon had wondered why Izzy had been pulled off the beat. As he turned to leave, the captain held up a hand.", "cut_start_time": 897.9049755859376, "cut_end_time": 904.3200380859375, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/7585.policeyourplanet_03_delray_64kb_26.flac"}, "context": "One of the older men answered his questions. \"Fifty per cent of the take to the Orphan's and Widow's fund. Better make it more than Gable turned in, if you want to get a better beat.\"\n\nThe envelopes were lying on a table marked \"Voluntary Donations\"; Gordon filled his out, with a figure a bit higher than half of Gable's take, and dropped it in the box. The captain, who had been watching him carefully, settled back and smiled.\n\n<|quote_start|>\"Widows and Orphans sure appreciate a good man,\"<|quote_end|> he said. \"I was kind of worried about you, Gordon, but you got a nice touch. One of my new boys -- Isaacs, you know him -- was out checking up after you, and the dopes seem to like you.\"\n\nGordon had wondered why Izzy had been pulled off the beat. As he turned to leave, the captain held up a hand. \"Special meeting tomorrow. We gotta see about getting out a good vote. Election only three weeks away.\"\n\nGordon went home. He'd learned by now that the native Martians -- those who'd been here for at least thirty years, or had been born here -- were backing a reform candidate and new ticket. But Mayor Wayne had all of the rest of the town in his hand. He'd been in twice, and had lifted the graft take by a truly remarkable figure. From where Gordon stood, it looked like a clear victory for the reformer, Nolan.", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/7585.policeyourplanet_03_delray_64kb_26.flac", "original_index": 36}, {"text": "\"I was kind of worried about you, Gordon, but you got a nice touch. One of my new boys -- Isaacs, you know him -- was out checking up after you, and the dopes seem to like you.\"", "start_byte": 41782, "end_byte": 41959, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 885.4649780273438, "cut_end_time": 897.1200405273438, "narration": {"text": "Gordon had wondered why Izzy had been pulled off the beat. As he turned to leave, the captain held up a hand.", "cut_start_time": 897.9049755859376, "cut_end_time": 904.3200380859375, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/7585.policeyourplanet_03_delray_64kb_27.flac"}, "context": "\"Fifty per cent of the take to the Orphan's and Widow's fund. Better make it more than Gable turned in, if you want to get a better beat.\"\n\nThe envelopes were lying on a table marked \"Voluntary Donations\"; Gordon filled his out, with a figure a bit higher than half of Gable's take, and dropped it in the box. The captain, who had been watching him carefully, settled back and smiled.\n\n\"Widows and Orphans sure appreciate a good man,\" he said. <|quote_start|>\"I was kind of worried about you, Gordon, but you got a nice touch. One of my new boys -- Isaacs, you know him -- was out checking up after you, and the dopes seem to like you.\"<|quote_end|>\n\nGordon had wondered why Izzy had been pulled off the beat. As he turned to leave, the captain held up a hand. \"Special meeting tomorrow. We gotta see about getting out a good vote. Election only three weeks away.\"\n\nGordon went home. He'd learned by now that the native Martians -- those who'd been here for at least thirty years, or had been born here -- were backing a reform candidate and new ticket. But Mayor Wayne had all of the rest of the town in his hand. He'd been in twice, and had lifted the graft take by a truly remarkable figure. From where Gordon stood, it looked like a clear victory for the reformer, Nolan.", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/7585.policeyourplanet_03_delray_64kb_27.flac", "original_index": 37}, {"text": "\"Special meeting tomorrow. We gotta see about getting out a good vote. Election only three weeks away.\"", "start_byte": 42071, "end_byte": 42174, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 904.984970703125, "cut_end_time": 911.730095703125, "narration": {"text": "A man named Fell shook his head, fearfully. \"Can't do a thing now. My wife had a baby and an operation, and -- -- \"", "cut_start_time": 1006.6550073242188, "cut_end_time": 1015.8400698242187, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/7585.policeyourplanet_03_delray_64kb_28.flac"}, "context": "\"; Gordon filled his out, with a figure a bit higher than half of Gable's take, and dropped it in the box. The captain, who had been watching him carefully, settled back and smiled.\n\n\"Widows and Orphans sure appreciate a good man,\" he said. \"I was kind of worried about you, Gordon, but you got a nice touch. One of my new boys -- Isaacs, you know him -- was out checking up after you, and the dopes seem to like you.\"\n\nGordon had wondered why Izzy had been pulled off the beat. As he turned to leave, the captain held up a hand. <|quote_start|>\"Special meeting tomorrow. We gotta see about getting out a good vote. Election only three weeks away.\"<|quote_end|>\n\nGordon went home. He'd learned by now that the native Martians -- those who'd been here for at least thirty years, or had been born here -- were backing a reform candidate and new ticket. But Mayor Wayne had all of the rest of the town in his hand. He'd been in twice, and had lifted the graft take by a truly remarkable figure. From where Gordon stood, it looked like a clear victory for the reformer, Nolan.\n\nHe went into the meeting willing to agree to anything. He applauded all the speeches about how much Mayor Wayne had done for them, and signed the pledge expressing his confidence, along with the implied duty he had to make his beat vote right. Then he stopped, as the captain stood up.", "narrative_information_pred": {"held": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 9}}, "audio_path": "wavs/7585.policeyourplanet_03_delray_64kb_28.flac", "original_index": 38}, {"text": "\"We gotta be neutral, boys,", "start_byte": 42874, "end_byte": 42901, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 962.9949755859375, "cut_end_time": 964.5301005859375, "narration": {"text": "A man named Fell shook his head, fearfully. \"Can't do a thing now. My wife had a baby and an operation, and -- -- \"", "cut_start_time": 1006.6550073242188, "cut_end_time": 1015.8400698242187, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/7585.policeyourplanet_03_delray_64kb_29.flac"}, "context": "Gordon went home. He'd learned by now that the native Martians -- those who'd been here for at least thirty years, or had been born here -- were backing a reform candidate and new ticket. But Mayor Wayne had all of the rest of the town in his hand. He'd been in twice, and had lifted the graft take by a truly remarkable figure. From where Gordon stood, it looked like a clear victory for the reformer, Nolan.\n\nHe went into the meeting willing to agree to anything. He applauded all the speeches about how much Mayor Wayne had done for them, and signed the pledge expressing his confidence, along with the implied duty he had to make his beat vote right. Then he stopped, as the captain stood up.\n\n<|quote_start|>\"We gotta be neutral, boys,\"<|quote_end|> he boomed. \"But it don't mean we can't show how well we like the Mayor. Just remember, he got us our jobs! Now I figure we can all kick in a little to help his campaign. I'm going to start it off with five thousand credits, two thousand of them right now.\"\n\nThey fell in line, though there was no cheering. The price might have been fixed in advance. A thousand for a plain cop, fifteen hundred for a corporal, and so on, each contributing a third of it now. Gordon grimaced; he had six hundred left. This would take nearly all of it.", "narrative_information_pred": {"boomed": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/7585.policeyourplanet_03_delray_64kb_29.flac", "original_index": 39}, {"text": "\"But it don't mean we can't show how well we like the Mayor. Just remember, he got us our jobs! Now I figure we can all kick in a little to help his campaign. I'm going to start it off with five thousand credits, two thousand of them right now.\"", "start_byte": 42914, "end_byte": 43159, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 965.675029296875, "cut_end_time": 982.890029296875, "narration": {"text": "A man named Fell shook his head, fearfully. \"Can't do a thing now. My wife had a baby and an operation, and -- -- \"", "cut_start_time": 1006.6550073242188, "cut_end_time": 1015.8400698242187, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/7585.policeyourplanet_03_delray_64kb_30.flac"}, "context": "Gordon went home. He'd learned by now that the native Martians -- those who'd been here for at least thirty years, or had been born here -- were backing a reform candidate and new ticket. But Mayor Wayne had all of the rest of the town in his hand. He'd been in twice, and had lifted the graft take by a truly remarkable figure. From where Gordon stood, it looked like a clear victory for the reformer, Nolan.\n\nHe went into the meeting willing to agree to anything. He applauded all the speeches about how much Mayor Wayne had done for them, and signed the pledge expressing his confidence, along with the implied duty he had to make his beat vote right. Then he stopped, as the captain stood up.\n\n\"We gotta be neutral, boys,\" he boomed. <|quote_start|>\"But it don't mean we can't show how well we like the Mayor. Just remember, he got us our jobs! Now I figure we can all kick in a little to help his campaign. I'm going to start it off with five thousand credits, two thousand of them right now.\"<|quote_end|>\n\nThey fell in line, though there was no cheering. The price might have been fixed in advance. A thousand for a plain cop, fifteen hundred for a corporal, and so on, each contributing a third of it now. Gordon grimaced; he had six hundred left. This would take nearly all of it.\n\nA man named Fell shook his head, fearfully. \"Can't do a thing now. My wife had a baby and an operation, and -- -- \"\n\n\"Okay, Fell,\" the captain said, without a sign of disapproval.", "narrative_information_pred": {"boomed": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/7585.policeyourplanet_03_delray_64kb_30.flac", "original_index": 40}, {"text": "\"Freitag, what about you? Fine, fine!\"", "start_byte": 43619, "end_byte": 43657, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 1019.9349926757812, "cut_end_time": 1023.6200551757813, "narration": {"text": "A man named Fell shook his head, fearfully. \"Can't do a thing now. My wife had a baby and an operation, and -- -- \"", "cut_start_time": 1006.6550073242188, "cut_end_time": 1015.8400698242187, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/7585.policeyourplanet_03_delray_64kb_31.flac"}, "context": "They fell in line, though there was no cheering. The price might have been fixed in advance. A thousand for a plain cop, fifteen hundred for a corporal, and so on, each contributing a third of it now. Gordon grimaced; he had six hundred left. This would take nearly all of it.\n\nA man named Fell shook his head, fearfully. \"Can't do a thing now. My wife had a baby and an operation, and -- -- \"\n\n\"Okay, Fell,\" the captain said, without a sign of disapproval. <|quote_start|>\"Freitag, what about you? Fine, fine!\"<|quote_end|>\n\nGordon's name came, and he shook his head. \"I'm new -- and I'm strapped now. I'd like -- -- \"\n\n\"Quite all right, Gordon,\" the captain boomed. \"Harwick!\"\n\nHe finished the roll, and settled back, smiling. \"I guess that's all, boys. Thanks from the Mayor. And go on home.... Oh, Fell, Gordon, Lativsky -- stick around. I've got some overtime for you, since you need extra money. The boys out in Ward Three are shorthanded. Afraid I'll have to order you out there!\"", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/7585.policeyourplanet_03_delray_64kb_31.flac", "original_index": 42}, {"text": "\"Quite all right, Gordon,", "start_byte": 43754, "end_byte": 43779, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 1031.98501953125, "cut_end_time": 1033.06001953125, "narration": {"text": "Gordon's name came, and he shook his head. \"I'm new -- and I'm strapped now. I'd like -- -- \"", "cut_start_time": 1024.6949414062499, "cut_end_time": 1030.81006640625, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/7585.policeyourplanet_03_delray_64kb_32.flac"}, "context": "They fell in line, though there was no cheering. The price might have been fixed in advance. A thousand for a plain cop, fifteen hundred for a corporal, and so on, each contributing a third of it now. Gordon grimaced; he had six hundred left. This would take nearly all of it.\n\nA man named Fell shook his head, fearfully. \"Can't do a thing now. My wife had a baby and an operation, and -- -- \"\n\n\"Okay, Fell,\" the captain said, without a sign of disapproval. \"Freitag, what about you? Fine, fine!\"\n\nGordon's name came, and he shook his head. \"I'm new -- and I'm strapped now. I'd like -- -- \"\n\n<|quote_start|>\"Quite all right, Gordon,\"<|quote_end|> the captain boomed. \"Harwick!\"\n\nHe finished the roll, and settled back, smiling. \"I guess that's all, boys. Thanks from the Mayor. And go on home.... Oh, Fell, Gordon, Lativsky -- stick around. I've got some overtime for you, since you need extra money. The boys out in Ward Three are shorthanded. Afraid I'll have to order you out there!\"\n\n* * * * *\n\nWard Three was the hangout of a cheap gang of hoodlums, numbering some four hundred, who went in for small crimes mostly. But they had recently declared war on the cops.", "narrative_information_pred": {"boomed": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/7585.policeyourplanet_03_delray_64kb_32.flac", "original_index": 43}, {"text": "\"I guess that's all, boys. Thanks from the Mayor. And go on home.... Oh, Fell, Gordon, Lativsky -- stick around. I've got some overtime for you, since you need extra money. The boys out in Ward Three are shorthanded. Afraid I'll have to order you out there!\"", "start_byte": 43862, "end_byte": 44120, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 1039.2250537109373, "cut_end_time": 1057.3200537109374, "narration": {"text": "Gordon's name came, and he shook his head. \"I'm new -- and I'm strapped now. I'd like -- -- \"", "cut_start_time": 1024.6949414062499, "cut_end_time": 1030.81006640625, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/7585.policeyourplanet_03_delray_64kb_33.flac"}, "context": "A man named Fell shook his head, fearfully. \"Can't do a thing now. My wife had a baby and an operation, and -- -- \"\n\n\"Okay, Fell,\" the captain said, without a sign of disapproval. \"Freitag, what about you? Fine, fine!\"\n\nGordon's name came, and he shook his head. \"I'm new -- and I'm strapped now. I'd like -- -- \"\n\n\"Quite all right, Gordon,\" the captain boomed. \"Harwick!\"\n\nHe finished the roll, and settled back, smiling. <|quote_start|>\"I guess that's all, boys. Thanks from the Mayor. And go on home.... 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The usual man is sick, and you're the only one I can trust with the job!\"", "narrative_information_pred": {"smiling": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 8}}, "audio_path": "wavs/7585.policeyourplanet_03_delray_64kb_33.flac", "original_index": 45}, {"text": "\"Rough, eh? But I hear robbery went down on your beat last night. Fine work, Gordon. We need men like you. Hate to do it, but I'm afraid you'll have to take the next shift at Main and Broad, directing traffic. The usual man is sick, and you're the only one I can trust with the job!\"", "start_byte": 44514, "end_byte": 44797, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 1084.69505859375, "cut_end_time": 1102.69012109375, "narration": {"text": "Gordon's name came, and he shook his head. \"I'm new -- and I'm strapped now. I'd like -- -- \"", "cut_start_time": 1024.6949414062499, "cut_end_time": 1030.81006640625, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/7585.policeyourplanet_03_delray_64kb_34.flac"}, "context": "\"I guess that's all, boys. Thanks from the Mayor. And go on home.... Oh, Fell, Gordon, Lativsky -- stick around. I've got some overtime for you, since you need extra money. The boys out in Ward Three are shorthanded. Afraid I'll have to order you out there!\"\n\n* * * * *\n\nWard Three was the hangout of a cheap gang of hoodlums, numbering some four hundred, who went in for small crimes mostly. But they had recently declared war on the cops.\n\nAfter eight hours of overtime, Gordon reported in with every bone sore from small missiles, and his suit filthy from assorted muck. He had a beautiful shiner where a stone had clipped him.\n\nThe captain smiled. <|quote_start|>\"Rough, eh? But I hear robbery went down on your beat last night. Fine work, Gordon. We need men like you. Hate to do it, but I'm afraid you'll have to take the next shift at Main and Broad, directing traffic. The usual man is sick, and you're the only one I can trust with the job!\"<|quote_end|>\n\nGordon stuck it out, somehow, but it wasn't worth it. He reported back to the precinct with the five hundred in his hand, and his pen itching for the donation agreement.\n\nThe captain took it, and nodded. \"I wasn't kidding about your being a good man, Gordon. Go home and get some sleep, take the next day off. After that, we've got a new job for you!\"\n\nChapter IV\n\nCAPTAIN MURDOCH\n\nThe new assignment was to the roughest section in all Marsport -- the slum area beyond the dome, out near the rocket field. Here all the riffraff that had been unable to establish itself in better quarters had found some sort of a haven. At one time, there had been a small dome and a tiny city devoted to the rocket field. But Marsport had flourished enough to kill it off. The dome had failed from neglect, and the buildings inside had grown shabbier.", "narrative_information_pred": {"smiled": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/7585.policeyourplanet_03_delray_64kb_34.flac", "original_index": 46}]}

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And police had been taken off the beats there after it grew unsafe even for men in pairs to patrol the area.\n\nThe shopkeepers, and some of the less unfortunate people there, had protested loud enough to reach clear back to Earth. Marsport had hired a man from Earth to come in and act as chief of the section. Captain Murdoch was an unknown factor, and now was asking for more men. The pressure was enough to get them for him.\n\nGordon reported for work with a sense of the bottom falling out, mixed with a vague relief.\n\n<|quote_start|>\"You're going to be busy,\"<|quote_end|> Murdoch announced shortly in the dilapidated building that had been hastily converted to a precinct house. \"Damn it, you're men, not sharks. I've got a free hand, and we're going to run this the way we would on Earth. Your job is to protect the citizens here -- and that means everyone not breaking the laws -- whether you feel like it or not. No graft. The first man making a shakedown will get the same treatment we're going to use on the Stonewall boys. You'll get double pay here, and you can live on it!\"", "narrative_information_pred": {"announced": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}, "shortly": {"id": "1", "type": "adverb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/7585.policeyourplanet_04_delray_64kb_0.flac", "original_index": 0}, {"text": "\"You five will come with me. I'm going to show how we operate. The rest of you can team up any way you want tonight, pick any route that's open. 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Nobody had tried to get in touch with him. Were they waiting for him to get up on a soapbox?", "narrative_information_pred": {}, "audio_path": "wavs/7585.policeyourplanet_04_delray_64kb_2.flac", "original_index": 5}, {"text": "\"A good clubbing beats hanging,", "start_byte": 48801, "end_byte": 48832, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 277.4149951171875, "cut_end_time": 279.3800576171875, "narration": {"text": "He began wondering about Security, then. Nobody had tried to get in touch with him. Were they waiting for him to get up on a soapbox?", "cut_start_time": 253.10499755859374, "cut_end_time": 261.5500600585938, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/7585.policeyourplanet_04_delray_64kb_3.flac"}, "context": "For a second, Gordon cursed himself. Murdoch had fixed it so he'd be a squad leader, and that meant he'd be unable to step out of line. At double standard pay, with normal Mars expenses, he might be able to pay for passage back to Earth in three years -- if Security let him. 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As the police swung around, one of the thugs casually ripped the airsuit open.", "narrative_information_pred": {"told": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/7585.policeyourplanet_04_delray_64kb_3.flac", "original_index": 6}, {"text": "\"But it has to be good. Go in for business, and don't stop just because the other guy quits. Give them hell!\"", "start_byte": 48848, "end_byte": 48957, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 280.7949938964844, "cut_end_time": 289.0600563964844, "narration": {"text": "He began wondering about Security, then. Nobody had tried to get in touch with him. Were they waiting for him to get up on a soapbox?", "cut_start_time": 253.10499755859374, "cut_end_time": 261.5500600585938, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/7585.policeyourplanet_04_delray_64kb_4.flac"}, "context": "For a second, Gordon cursed himself. Murdoch had fixed it so he'd be a squad leader, and that meant he'd be unable to step out of line. 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It was light enough for speed, but heavy enough to break bones where it hit. A skilled man could knock a knife, or even a heavy club, out of another's hand with a single flick of the wrist. And he'd had practice.\n\nHe saw Murdoch's club dart in and take out two of the gang, one on the forward swing, one on the recover. Gordon's eyes popped at that. The man was totally unlike a Martian captain, and a knot of homesickness for Earth ran through his stomach.\n\nHe swallowed the sentiment; his own club was moving now. Standing beside Murdoch, they were moving forward. The other four cops had come in reluctantly.\n\n<|quote_start|>\"Knock them out and kick them down!\"<|quote_end|> Murdoch yelled. \"And don't let them get away!\"\n\nGordon was after a thug who was attempting to run away. He brought him to the ground with a single blow across the kidneys.\n\nIt was soon over. They rounded up the men of the gang, and one of the cops started off. 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Were they waiting for him to get up on a soapbox?", "cut_start_time": 253.10499755859374, "cut_end_time": 261.5500600585938, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/7585.policeyourplanet_04_delray_64kb_6.flac"}, "context": "There was no chance to save the citizen, who was dying from lack of air. Gordon felt the solid pleasure of the finely turned club in his hands. It was light enough for speed, but heavy enough to break bones where it hit. A skilled man could knock a knife, or even a heavy club, out of another's hand with a single flick of the wrist. And he'd had practice.\n\nHe saw Murdoch's club dart in and take out two of the gang, one on the forward swing, one on the recover. Gordon's eyes popped at that. The man was totally unlike a Martian captain, and a knot of homesickness for Earth ran through his stomach.\n\nHe swallowed the sentiment; his own club was moving now. Standing beside Murdoch, they were moving forward. 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If they fought back, the pugnaciousness was knocked out of them at once.", "narrative_information_pred": {"yelled": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/7585.policeyourplanet_04_delray_64kb_6.flac", "original_index": 9}, {"text": "\"Where are you going?\"", "start_byte": 50760, "end_byte": 50782, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 415.2849951171875, "cut_end_time": 416.3800576171875, "narration": {"text": "Murdoch indicated one who stood with his shoulders shaking and tears running down his cheeks. The captain's face was as sick as Gordon felt.", "cut_start_time": 445.0149926757813, "cut_end_time": 453.6001176757813, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/7585.policeyourplanet_04_delray_64kb_7.flac"}, "context": "He swallowed the sentiment; his own club was moving now. Standing beside Murdoch, they were moving forward. The other four cops had come in reluctantly.\n\n\"Knock them out and kick them down!\" Murdoch yelled. \"And don't let them get away!\"\n\nGordon was after a thug who was attempting to run away. He brought him to the ground with a single blow across the kidneys.\n\nIt was soon over. They rounded up the men of the gang, and one of the cops started off. Murdoch called, <|quote_start|>\"Where are you going?\"<|quote_end|>\n\n\"To find a phone and call the wagon.\"\n\n\"We're not using wagons,\" Murdoch told him. \"Line them up.\"\n\nWhen the hoods came to, they found themselves helpless, and facing police with clubs. If they tried to run, they were hit from behind; if they stood still, they were clubbed carefully. If they fought back, the pugnaciousness was knocked out of them at once.\n\nMurdoch indicated one who stood with his shoulders shaking and tears running down his cheeks. The captain's face was as sick as Gordon felt.", "narrative_information_pred": {"called": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/7585.policeyourplanet_04_delray_64kb_7.flac", "original_index": 10}, {"text": "\"To find a phone and call the wagon.\"", "start_byte": 50784, "end_byte": 50821, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 417.45500000000004, "cut_end_time": 419.28000000000003, "narration": {"text": "Murdoch indicated one who stood with his shoulders shaking and tears running down his cheeks. The captain's face was as sick as Gordon felt.", "cut_start_time": 445.0149926757813, "cut_end_time": 453.6001176757813, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/7585.policeyourplanet_04_delray_64kb_8.flac"}, "context": "He swallowed the sentiment; his own club was moving now. Standing beside Murdoch, they were moving forward. The other four cops had come in reluctantly.\n\n\"Knock them out and kick them down!\" Murdoch yelled. \"And don't let them get away!\"\n\nGordon was after a thug who was attempting to run away. He brought him to the ground with a single blow across the kidneys.\n\nIt was soon over. They rounded up the men of the gang, and one of the cops started off. Murdoch called, \"Where are you going?\"\n\n<|quote_start|>\"To find a phone and call the wagon.\"<|quote_end|>\n\n\"We're not using wagons,\" Murdoch told him. \"Line them up.\"\n\nWhen the hoods came to, they found themselves helpless, and facing police with clubs. If they tried to run, they were hit from behind; if they stood still, they were clubbed carefully. If they fought back, the pugnaciousness was knocked out of them at once.\n\nMurdoch indicated one who stood with his shoulders shaking and tears running down his cheeks. The captain's face was as sick as Gordon felt.", "narrative_information_pred": {"called": {"id": "0", "type": "verb", "confidence": 9}}, "audio_path": "wavs/7585.policeyourplanet_04_delray_64kb_8.flac", "original_index": 11}, {"text": "\"We're not using wagons,", "start_byte": 50823, "end_byte": 50847, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 420.36499633789066, "cut_end_time": 421.70012133789066, "narration": {"text": "Murdoch indicated one who stood with his shoulders shaking and tears running down his cheeks. The captain's face was as sick as Gordon felt.", "cut_start_time": 445.0149926757813, "cut_end_time": 453.6001176757813, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/7585.policeyourplanet_04_delray_64kb_9.flac"}, "context": "He swallowed the sentiment; his own club was moving now. Standing beside Murdoch, they were moving forward. The other four cops had come in reluctantly.\n\n\"Knock them out and kick them down!\" Murdoch yelled. \"And don't let them get away!\"\n\nGordon was after a thug who was attempting to run away. He brought him to the ground with a single blow across the kidneys.\n\nIt was soon over. They rounded up the men of the gang, and one of the cops started off. Murdoch called, \"Where are you going?\"\n\n\"To find a phone and call the wagon.\"\n\n<|quote_start|>\"We're not using wagons,\"<|quote_end|> Murdoch told him. \"Line them up.\"\n\nWhen the hoods came to, they found themselves helpless, and facing police with clubs. If they tried to run, they were hit from behind; if they stood still, they were clubbed carefully. If they fought back, the pugnaciousness was knocked out of them at once.\n\nMurdoch indicated one who stood with his shoulders shaking and tears running down his cheeks. The captain's face was as sick as Gordon felt. \"Take him aside. Names.\"", "narrative_information_pred": {"told": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/7585.policeyourplanet_04_delray_64kb_9.flac", "original_index": 12}, {"text": "\"Take him aside. Names.\"", "start_byte": 51284, "end_byte": 51308, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 455.5150036621094, "cut_end_time": 459.6700036621094, "narration": {"text": "His screams were almost worse than the beating but names began to come. Gordon took them down, and then returned with the man to the others.", "cut_start_time": 476.1349975585938, "cut_end_time": 484.84012255859375, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/7585.policeyourplanet_04_delray_64kb_10.flac"}, "context": "\"We're not using wagons,\" Murdoch told him. \"Line them up.\"\n\nWhen the hoods came to, they found themselves helpless, and facing police with clubs. If they tried to run, they were hit from behind; if they stood still, they were clubbed carefully. If they fought back, the pugnaciousness was knocked out of them at once.\n\nMurdoch indicated one who stood with his shoulders shaking and tears running down his cheeks. The captain's face was as sick as Gordon felt. <|quote_start|>\"Take him aside. Names.\"<|quote_end|>\n\nGordon found a section away from the others. \"I want the name of every man in the gang you can remember,\" he told the man.\n\nHorror shot over the other's bruised features. \"Colonel, they'd kill me! I don't know.\"\n\nHis screams were almost worse than the beating but names began to come. Gordon took them down, and then returned with the man to the others.\n\nMurdoch took his nod as evidence enough, and turned to the wretched toughs. \"He squealed,\" he announced.", "narrative_information_pred": {"indicated": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/7585.policeyourplanet_04_delray_64kb_10.flac", "original_index": 14}, {"text": "\"I want the name of every man in the gang you can remember,", "start_byte": 51355, "end_byte": 51414, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 464.2250134277344, "cut_end_time": 467.2200759277344, "narration": {"text": "His screams were almost worse than the beating but names began to come. Gordon took them down, and then returned with the man to the others.", "cut_start_time": 476.1349975585938, "cut_end_time": 484.84012255859375, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/7585.policeyourplanet_04_delray_64kb_11.flac"}, "context": "When the hoods came to, they found themselves helpless, and facing police with clubs. If they tried to run, they were hit from behind; if they stood still, they were clubbed carefully. If they fought back, the pugnaciousness was knocked out of them at once.\n\nMurdoch indicated one who stood with his shoulders shaking and tears running down his cheeks. The captain's face was as sick as Gordon felt. \"Take him aside. Names.\"\n\nGordon found a section away from the others. <|quote_start|>\"I want the name of every man in the gang you can remember,\"<|quote_end|> he told the man.\n\nHorror shot over the other's bruised features. \"Colonel, they'd kill me! I don't know.\"\n\nHis screams were almost worse than the beating but names began to come. Gordon took them down, and then returned with the man to the others.\n\nMurdoch took his nod as evidence enough, and turned to the wretched toughs. \"He squealed,\" he announced. \"If he should turn up dead, I'll know you boys are responsible, and I'll find you. Now get out of this district, or get honest jobs! Because every time one of my men sees one of you, this will happen again. And you can pass the word along that the Stonewall gang is dead!\"", "narrative_information_pred": {"told": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/7585.policeyourplanet_04_delray_64kb_11.flac", "original_index": 15}, {"text": "\"Colonel, they'd kill me! I don't know.\"", "start_byte": 51481, "end_byte": 51521, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 472.42500732421877, "cut_end_time": 475.0200073242188, "narration": {"text": "His screams were almost worse than the beating but names began to come. Gordon took them down, and then returned with the man to the others.", "cut_start_time": 476.1349975585938, "cut_end_time": 484.84012255859375, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/7585.policeyourplanet_04_delray_64kb_12.flac"}, "context": "When the hoods came to, they found themselves helpless, and facing police with clubs. If they tried to run, they were hit from behind; if they stood still, they were clubbed carefully. If they fought back, the pugnaciousness was knocked out of them at once.\n\nMurdoch indicated one who stood with his shoulders shaking and tears running down his cheeks. The captain's face was as sick as Gordon felt. \"Take him aside. Names.\"\n\nGordon found a section away from the others. \"I want the name of every man in the gang you can remember,\" he told the man.\n\nHorror shot over the other's bruised features. <|quote_start|>\"Colonel, they'd kill me! I don't know.\"<|quote_end|>\n\nHis screams were almost worse than the beating but names began to come. Gordon took them down, and then returned with the man to the others.\n\nMurdoch took his nod as evidence enough, and turned to the wretched toughs. \"He squealed,\" he announced. \"If he should turn up dead, I'll know you boys are responsible, and I'll find you. Now get out of this district, or get honest jobs! Because every time one of my men sees one of you, this will happen again. And you can pass the word along that the Stonewall gang is dead!\"", "narrative_information_pred": {"screams": {"id": "2", "type": "noun", "confidence": 8}}, "audio_path": "wavs/7585.policeyourplanet_04_delray_64kb_12.flac", "original_index": 16}, {"text": "\"If he should turn up dead, I'll know you boys are responsible, and I'll find you. Now get out of this district, or get honest jobs! Because every time one of my men sees one of you, this will happen again. And you can pass the word along that the Stonewall gang is dead!\"", "start_byte": 51770, "end_byte": 52042, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 494.9950146484375, "cut_end_time": 513.9300771484375, "narration": {"text": "He turned and moved off down the street, the others at his side. Gordon nodded.", "cut_start_time": 514.6850073242188, "cut_end_time": 520.2500073242188, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/7585.policeyourplanet_04_delray_64kb_13.flac"}, "context": "\"I want the name of every man in the gang you can remember,\" he told the man.\n\nHorror shot over the other's bruised features. \"Colonel, they'd kill me! I don't know.\"\n\nHis screams were almost worse than the beating but names began to come. Gordon took them down, and then returned with the man to the others.\n\nMurdoch took his nod as evidence enough, and turned to the wretched toughs. \"He squealed,\" he announced. <|quote_start|>\"If he should turn up dead, I'll know you boys are responsible, and I'll find you. Now get out of this district, or get honest jobs! Because every time one of my men sees one of you, this will happen again. And you can pass the word along that the Stonewall gang is dead!\"<|quote_end|>\n\nHe turned and moved off down the street, the others at his side. Gordon nodded. \"I've heard the theory, but never saw it in practice. Suppose the whole gang jumps us at once?\"\n\nMurdoch shrugged. \"Then we're taken. The old book I got the idea from didn't mention that.\"\n\n* * * * *\n\nTrouble began brewing shortly after, though. Men stood outside, studying the cops on their beat. Murdoch sent one of the men to pick up a second squad of six, and then a third. After that, the watchers began to melt away.", "narrative_information_pred": {"announced": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/7585.policeyourplanet_04_delray_64kb_13.flac", "original_index": 18}, {"text": "\"I've heard the theory, but never saw it in practice. Suppose the whole gang jumps us at once?\"", "start_byte": 52124, "end_byte": 52219, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 520.8949975585938, "cut_end_time": 526.8301225585938, "narration": {"text": " Murdoch decided. Gordon realized that the gang had figured that concentrating the police here meant other territories would be safe.", "cut_start_time": 553.6549926757813, "cut_end_time": 561.6801176757813, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/7585.policeyourplanet_04_delray_64kb_14.flac"}, "context": "Murdoch took his nod as evidence enough, and turned to the wretched toughs. \"He squealed,\" he announced. \"If he should turn up dead, I'll know you boys are responsible, and I'll find you. Now get out of this district, or get honest jobs! Because every time one of my men sees one of you, this will happen again. And you can pass the word along that the Stonewall gang is dead!\"\n\nHe turned and moved off down the street, the others at his side. Gordon nodded. <|quote_start|>\"I've heard the theory, but never saw it in practice. Suppose the whole gang jumps us at once?\"<|quote_end|>\n\nMurdoch shrugged. \"Then we're taken. The old book I got the idea from didn't mention that.\"\n\n* * * * *\n\nTrouble began brewing shortly after, though. Men stood outside, studying the cops on their beat. Murdoch sent one of the men to pick up a second squad of six, and then a third. After that, the watchers began to melt away.\n\n\"We'd better shift to another territory,\" Murdoch decided. Gordon realized that the gang had figured that concentrating the police here meant other territories would be safe.", "narrative_information_pred": {"nodded": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/7585.policeyourplanet_04_delray_64kb_14.flac", "original_index": 19}, {"text": "\"Then we're taken. The old book I got the idea from didn't mention that.\"", "start_byte": 52239, "end_byte": 52312, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 529.205, "cut_end_time": 533.7100625, "narration": {"text": " Murdoch decided. Gordon realized that the gang had figured that concentrating the police here meant other territories would be safe.", "cut_start_time": 553.6549926757813, "cut_end_time": 561.6801176757813, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/7585.policeyourplanet_04_delray_64kb_15.flac"}, "context": "\"If he should turn up dead, I'll know you boys are responsible, and I'll find you. Now get out of this district, or get honest jobs! Because every time one of my men sees one of you, this will happen again. And you can pass the word along that the Stonewall gang is dead!\"\n\nHe turned and moved off down the street, the others at his side. Gordon nodded. \"I've heard the theory, but never saw it in practice. Suppose the whole gang jumps us at once?\"\n\nMurdoch shrugged. <|quote_start|>\"Then we're taken. The old book I got the idea from didn't mention that.\"<|quote_end|>\n\n* * * * *\n\nTrouble began brewing shortly after, though. Men stood outside, studying the cops on their beat. Murdoch sent one of the men to pick up a second squad of six, and then a third. After that, the watchers began to melt away.\n\n\"We'd better shift to another territory,\" Murdoch decided. Gordon realized that the gang had figured that concentrating the police here meant other territories would be safe.\n\nTwo more groups were given the treatment. In the third one, Bruce Gordon spotted one of the men who'd been beaten before. He was a sick-looking spectacle.", "narrative_information_pred": {"shrugged": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/7585.policeyourplanet_04_delray_64kb_15.flac", "original_index": 20}, {"text": "\"We'd better shift to another territory,", "start_byte": 52548, "end_byte": 52588, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 551.8250024414062, "cut_end_time": 553.7800024414063, "narration": {"text": " Murdoch decided. Gordon realized that the gang had figured that concentrating the police here meant other territories would be safe.", "cut_start_time": 553.6549926757813, "cut_end_time": 561.6801176757813, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/7585.policeyourplanet_04_delray_64kb_16.flac"}, "context": "\"I've heard the theory, but never saw it in practice. Suppose the whole gang jumps us at once?\"\n\nMurdoch shrugged. \"Then we're taken. The old book I got the idea from didn't mention that.\"\n\n* * * * *\n\nTrouble began brewing shortly after, though. Men stood outside, studying the cops on their beat. Murdoch sent one of the men to pick up a second squad of six, and then a third. After that, the watchers began to melt away.\n\n<|quote_start|>\"We'd better shift to another territory,\"<|quote_end|> Murdoch decided. Gordon realized that the gang had figured that concentrating the police here meant other territories would be safe.\n\nTwo more groups were given the treatment. In the third one, Bruce Gordon spotted one of the men who'd been beaten before. He was a sick-looking spectacle.\n\nMurdoch nodded. \"Object lesson!\"\n\nThe one good thing about the captain, Gordon decided, was that he believed in doing his own dirtiest work. When he was finished, he turned to two of the other captives.", "narrative_information_pred": {"decided": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/7585.policeyourplanet_04_delray_64kb_16.flac", "original_index": 21}, {"text": "\"Object lesson!\"", "start_byte": 52896, "end_byte": 52912, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 574.5750244140626, "cut_end_time": 575.8200244140626, "narration": {"text": "Two more groups were given the treatment. In the third one, Bruce Gordon spotted one of the men who'd been beaten before. He was a sick-looking spectacle.", "cut_start_time": 562.6450073242188, "cut_end_time": 572.1300073242188, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/7585.policeyourplanet_04_delray_64kb_17.flac"}, "context": "Trouble began brewing shortly after, though. Men stood outside, studying the cops on their beat. Murdoch sent one of the men to pick up a second squad of six, and then a third. After that, the watchers began to melt away.\n\n\"We'd better shift to another territory,\" Murdoch decided. Gordon realized that the gang had figured that concentrating the police here meant other territories would be safe.\n\nTwo more groups were given the treatment. In the third one, Bruce Gordon spotted one of the men who'd been beaten before. He was a sick-looking spectacle.\n\nMurdoch nodded. <|quote_start|>\"Object lesson!\"<|quote_end|>\n\nThe one good thing about the captain, Gordon decided, was that he believed in doing his own dirtiest work. When he was finished, he turned to two of the other captives.\n\n\"Get a stretcher, and take him wherever he belongs,\" he ordered. \"I'm leaving you two able to walk for that. But if you get caught again, you'll get still worse.\"\n\nThe squad went in, tired and sore; all had taken a severe beating in the brawls. But there was little grumbling. Gordon saw grudging admiration in their eyes for Murdoch, who had taken more punishment than they had.", "narrative_information_pred": {"nodded": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/7585.policeyourplanet_04_delray_64kb_17.flac", "original_index": 22}, {"text": "\"Get a stretcher, and take him wherever he belongs,", "start_byte": 53084, "end_byte": 53135, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 587.8949926757813, "cut_end_time": 590.8200551757812, "narration": {"text": "Two more groups were given the treatment. In the third one, Bruce Gordon spotted one of the men who'd been beaten before. He was a sick-looking spectacle.", "cut_start_time": 562.6450073242188, "cut_end_time": 572.1300073242188, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/7585.policeyourplanet_04_delray_64kb_18.flac"}, "context": "\" Murdoch decided. Gordon realized that the gang had figured that concentrating the police here meant other territories would be safe.\n\nTwo more groups were given the treatment. In the third one, Bruce Gordon spotted one of the men who'd been beaten before. He was a sick-looking spectacle.\n\nMurdoch nodded. \"Object lesson!\"\n\nThe one good thing about the captain, Gordon decided, was that he believed in doing his own dirtiest work. When he was finished, he turned to two of the other captives.\n\n<|quote_start|>\"Get a stretcher, and take him wherever he belongs,\"<|quote_end|> he ordered. \"I'm leaving you two able to walk for that. But if you get caught again, you'll get still worse.\"\n\nThe squad went in, tired and sore; all had taken a severe beating in the brawls. But there was little grumbling. Gordon saw grudging admiration in their eyes for Murdoch, who had taken more punishment than they had.\n\nGordon rode back in the official car with Murdoch and both were silent most of the way. But the captain stirred finally, sighing.", "narrative_information_pred": {"ordered": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/7585.policeyourplanet_04_delray_64kb_18.flac", "original_index": 23}, {"text": "\"I'm leaving you two able to walk for that. But if you get caught again, you'll get still worse.\"", "start_byte": 53149, "end_byte": 53246, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 592.5250268554688, "cut_end_time": 598.5100268554688, "narration": {"text": "Two more groups were given the treatment. In the third one, Bruce Gordon spotted one of the men who'd been beaten before. He was a sick-looking spectacle.", "cut_start_time": 562.6450073242188, "cut_end_time": 572.1300073242188, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/7585.policeyourplanet_04_delray_64kb_19.flac"}, "context": "\" Murdoch decided. Gordon realized that the gang had figured that concentrating the police here meant other territories would be safe.\n\nTwo more groups were given the treatment. In the third one, Bruce Gordon spotted one of the men who'd been beaten before. He was a sick-looking spectacle.\n\nMurdoch nodded. \"Object lesson!\"\n\nThe one good thing about the captain, Gordon decided, was that he believed in doing his own dirtiest work. When he was finished, he turned to two of the other captives.\n\n\"Get a stretcher, and take him wherever he belongs,\" he ordered. <|quote_start|>\"I'm leaving you two able to walk for that. But if you get caught again, you'll get still worse.\"<|quote_end|>\n\nThe squad went in, tired and sore; all had taken a severe beating in the brawls. But there was little grumbling. Gordon saw grudging admiration in their eyes for Murdoch, who had taken more punishment than they had.\n\nGordon rode back in the official car with Murdoch and both were silent most of the way. But the captain stirred finally, sighing. \"Poor devils!\"\n\nGordon jerked up in surprise. \"The gang?\"\n\n\"No, the cops they're giving me. We're covered, Gordon. But the Stonewall gang is backing Wayne. He's let me come in because he figures it will get him more votes. But afterwards, he'll have me out; and then the boys with me will be marks for the gang when it comes back. Besides, it'll show on the books that they didn't kick into his fund. I can always go back to Earth, and I'll try to take you along. But it's going to be tough on them.\"", "narrative_information_pred": {"ordered": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/7585.policeyourplanet_04_delray_64kb_19.flac", "original_index": 24}, {"text": "\"Poor devils!\"", "start_byte": 53595, "end_byte": 53609, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 626.9850073242188, "cut_end_time": 628.0600698242188, "narration": {"text": "Gordon rode back in the official car with Murdoch and both were silent most of the way. But the captain stirred finally, sighing.", "cut_start_time": 615.9849755859375, "cut_end_time": 625.4101005859375, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/7585.policeyourplanet_04_delray_64kb_20.flac"}, "context": "\"I'm leaving you two able to walk for that. But if you get caught again, you'll get still worse.\"\n\nThe squad went in, tired and sore; all had taken a severe beating in the brawls. But there was little grumbling. Gordon saw grudging admiration in their eyes for Murdoch, who had taken more punishment than they had.\n\nGordon rode back in the official car with Murdoch and both were silent most of the way. But the captain stirred finally, sighing. <|quote_start|>\"Poor devils!\"<|quote_end|>\n\nGordon jerked up in surprise. \"The gang?\"\n\n\"No, the cops they're giving me. We're covered, Gordon. But the Stonewall gang is backing Wayne. He's let me come in because he figures it will get him more votes. But afterwards, he'll have me out; and then the boys with me will be marks for the gang when it comes back. Besides, it'll show on the books that they didn't kick into his fund. I can always go back to Earth, and I'll try to take you along. But it's going to be tough on them.\"", "narrative_information_pred": {"sighing": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 9}}, "audio_path": "wavs/7585.policeyourplanet_04_delray_64kb_20.flac", "original_index": 25}, {"text": "\"I've got a yellow ticket, from Security.\"", "start_byte": 54120, "end_byte": 54162, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 669.3950048828125, "cut_end_time": 671.5400048828125, "narration": {"text": "Gordon rode back in the official car with Murdoch and both were silent most of the way. But the captain stirred finally, sighing.", "cut_start_time": 615.9849755859375, "cut_end_time": 625.4101005859375, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/7585.policeyourplanet_04_delray_64kb_21.flac"}, "context": "\"No, the cops they're giving me. We're covered, Gordon. But the Stonewall gang is backing Wayne. He's let me come in because he figures it will get him more votes. But afterwards, he'll have me out; and then the boys with me will be marks for the gang when it comes back. Besides, it'll show on the books that they didn't kick into his fund. I can always go back to Earth, and I'll try to take you along. But it's going to be tough on them.\"\n\nBruce Gordon grimaced. <|quote_start|>\"I've got a yellow ticket, from Security.\"<|quote_end|>\n\nMurdoch blinked. He dropped his eyes slowly. \"So you're that Gordon? But you're still a good cop.\"\n\nThey rode on further in silence, until Gordon broke the ice to ease the tension. He found himself liking the other.\n\n\"What makes you think Wayne will be re-elected? Nobody wants him, except a gang of crooks and those in power.\"\n\nMurdoch grinned bitterly. \"Ever see a Martian election? No, you're a firster. He can't lose! And then hell is going to pop, and this whole planet may be blown wide open!\"", "narrative_information_pred": {"grimaced": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/7585.policeyourplanet_04_delray_64kb_21.flac", "original_index": 28}, {"text": "\"So you're that Gordon? But you're still a good cop.\"", "start_byte": 54209, "end_byte": 54262, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 676.8050024414063, "cut_end_time": 680.8200649414063, "narration": {"text": "They rode on further in silence, until Gordon broke the ice to ease the tension. He found himself liking the other.", "cut_start_time": 682.3150024414062, "cut_end_time": 690.1400649414063, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/7585.policeyourplanet_04_delray_64kb_22.flac"}, "context": "\"No, the cops they're giving me. We're covered, Gordon. But the Stonewall gang is backing Wayne. He's let me come in because he figures it will get him more votes. But afterwards, he'll have me out; and then the boys with me will be marks for the gang when it comes back. Besides, it'll show on the books that they didn't kick into his fund. I can always go back to Earth, and I'll try to take you along. But it's going to be tough on them.\"\n\nBruce Gordon grimaced. \"I've got a yellow ticket, from Security.\"\n\nMurdoch blinked. He dropped his eyes slowly. <|quote_start|>\"So you're that Gordon? But you're still a good cop.\"<|quote_end|>\n\nThey rode on further in silence, until Gordon broke the ice to ease the tension. He found himself liking the other.\n\n\"What makes you think Wayne will be re-elected? Nobody wants him, except a gang of crooks and those in power.\"\n\nMurdoch grinned bitterly. \"Ever see a Martian election? No, you're a firster. He can't lose! And then hell is going to pop, and this whole planet may be blown wide open!\"\n\nIt fitted with the dire predictions of Security, and with the spying Gordon was going to do -- according to them.", "narrative_information_pred": {"dropped": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 9}, "slowly": {"id": "1", "type": "adverb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/7585.policeyourplanet_04_delray_64kb_22.flac", "original_index": 29}, {"text": "\"What makes you think Wayne will be re-elected? Nobody wants him, except a gang of crooks and those in power.\"", "start_byte": 54381, "end_byte": 54491, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 691.5550048828126, "cut_end_time": 697.9100048828125, "narration": {"text": "They rode on further in silence, until Gordon broke the ice to ease the tension. He found himself liking the other.", "cut_start_time": 682.3150024414062, "cut_end_time": 690.1400649414063, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/7585.policeyourplanet_04_delray_64kb_23.flac"}, "context": "\"No, the cops they're giving me. We're covered, Gordon. But the Stonewall gang is backing Wayne. He's let me come in because he figures it will get him more votes. But afterwards, he'll have me out; and then the boys with me will be marks for the gang when it comes back. Besides, it'll show on the books that they didn't kick into his fund. I can always go back to Earth, and I'll try to take you along. But it's going to be tough on them.\"\n\nBruce Gordon grimaced. \"I've got a yellow ticket, from Security.\"\n\nMurdoch blinked. He dropped his eyes slowly. \"So you're that Gordon? But you're still a good cop.\"\n\nThey rode on further in silence, until Gordon broke the ice to ease the tension. He found himself liking the other.\n\n<|quote_start|>\"What makes you think Wayne will be re-elected? Nobody wants him, except a gang of crooks and those in power.\"<|quote_end|>\n\nMurdoch grinned bitterly. \"Ever see a Martian election? No, you're a firster. He can't lose! And then hell is going to pop, and this whole planet may be blown wide open!\"\n\nIt fitted with the dire predictions of Security, and with the spying Gordon was going to do -- according to them.\n\nHe discussed it with Mother Corey, who agreed that Wayne would be re-elected.\n\n\"Can't lose,\" the old man said. He was getting even fatter, now that he was eating better food from the fair restaurant around the corner.", "narrative_information_pred": {}, "audio_path": "wavs/7585.policeyourplanet_04_delray_64kb_23.flac", "original_index": 30}, {"text": "\"Ever see a Martian election? No, you're a firster. He can't lose! And then hell is going to pop, and this whole planet may be blown wide open!\"", "start_byte": 54519, "end_byte": 54663, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 701.7150024414062, "cut_end_time": 715.1400024414063, "narration": {"text": "They rode on further in silence, until Gordon broke the ice to ease the tension. He found himself liking the other.", "cut_start_time": 682.3150024414062, "cut_end_time": 690.1400649414063, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/7585.policeyourplanet_04_delray_64kb_24.flac"}, "context": "\"No, the cops they're giving me. We're covered, Gordon. But the Stonewall gang is backing Wayne. He's let me come in because he figures it will get him more votes. But afterwards, he'll have me out; and then the boys with me will be marks for the gang when it comes back. Besides, it'll show on the books that they didn't kick into his fund. I can always go back to Earth, and I'll try to take you along. But it's going to be tough on them.\"\n\nBruce Gordon grimaced. \"I've got a yellow ticket, from Security.\"\n\nMurdoch blinked. He dropped his eyes slowly. \"So you're that Gordon? But you're still a good cop.\"\n\nThey rode on further in silence, until Gordon broke the ice to ease the tension. He found himself liking the other.\n\n\"What makes you think Wayne will be re-elected? Nobody wants him, except a gang of crooks and those in power.\"\n\nMurdoch grinned bitterly. <|quote_start|>\"Ever see a Martian election? No, you're a firster. He can't lose! And then hell is going to pop, and this whole planet may be blown wide open!\"<|quote_end|>\n\nIt fitted with the dire predictions of Security, and with the spying Gordon was going to do -- according to them.\n\nHe discussed it with Mother Corey, who agreed that Wayne would be re-elected.\n\n\"Can't lose,\" the old man said. He was getting even fatter, now that he was eating better food from the fair restaurant around the corner.\n\n\"He'll win,\" Mother Corey repeated. \"And you'll turn honest all over, now you're in uniform. Take me, cobber. I figured on laying low for a while, then opening up a few rooms for a good pusher or two, maybe a high-class duchess. Cost 'em more, but they'd be respectable. Only now I'm respectable myself, they don't look so good. But this honesty stuff, it's like dope. You start out on a little, and you have to go all the way.\"", "narrative_information_pred": {"grinned": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}, "bitterly": {"id": "1", "type": "adverb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/7585.policeyourplanet_04_delray_64kb_24.flac", "original_index": 31}, {"text": "\"It didn't affect Honest Izzy,", "start_byte": 55429, "end_byte": 55459, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 772.0649755859375, "cut_end_time": 773.9101005859375, "narration": {"text": "After that, they began to go hunting for the members of the gang. They had the names of nearly all of them, and some pretty good ideas of their hide-outs.", "cut_start_time": 835.5749951171875, "cut_end_time": 844.5001201171875, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/7585.policeyourplanet_04_delray_64kb_25.flac"}, "context": "\"And you'll turn honest all over, now you're in uniform. Take me, cobber. I figured on laying low for a while, then opening up a few rooms for a good pusher or two, maybe a high-class duchess. Cost 'em more, but they'd be respectable. Only now I'm respectable myself, they don't look so good. But this honesty stuff, it's like dope. You start out on a little, and you have to go all the way.\"\n\n<|quote_start|>\"It didn't affect Honest Izzy,\"<|quote_end|> Gordon pointed out.\n\n\"Nope. Because Izzy is always honest, according to how he sees it. But you got Earth ideas of the stuff, like I had once. Too bad.\" He sighed ponderously.\n\n* * * * *\n\nThe week moved on. The groups grew more experienced, and Murdoch was training a new squad every night. Gordon's own squad was equipped with shields now, and they were doing better. The number of muggings and holdups in the section was going down. They seldom saw a man after he'd been treated.", "narrative_information_pred": {"pointed": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/7585.policeyourplanet_04_delray_64kb_25.flac", "original_index": 35}, {"text": "\"Nope. Because Izzy is always honest, according to how he sees it. But you got Earth ideas of the stuff, like I had once. Too bad.", "start_byte": 55482, "end_byte": 55612, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 776.405029296875, "cut_end_time": 788.730029296875, "narration": {"text": "After that, they began to go hunting for the members of the gang. They had the names of nearly all of them, and some pretty good ideas of their hide-outs.", "cut_start_time": 835.5749951171875, "cut_end_time": 844.5001201171875, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/7585.policeyourplanet_04_delray_64kb_26.flac"}, "context": "\"And you'll turn honest all over, now you're in uniform. Take me, cobber. I figured on laying low for a while, then opening up a few rooms for a good pusher or two, maybe a high-class duchess. Cost 'em more, but they'd be respectable. Only now I'm respectable myself, they don't look so good. But this honesty stuff, it's like dope. You start out on a little, and you have to go all the way.\"\n\n\"It didn't affect Honest Izzy,\" Gordon pointed out.\n\n<|quote_start|>\"Nope. Because Izzy is always honest, according to how he sees it. But you got Earth ideas of the stuff, like I had once. Too bad.\"<|quote_end|> He sighed ponderously.\n\n* * * * *\n\nThe week moved on. The groups grew more experienced, and Murdoch was training a new squad every night. Gordon's own squad was equipped with shields now, and they were doing better. The number of muggings and holdups in the section was going down. They seldom saw a man after he'd been treated.\n\nOne of the squads was jumped by a gang of about forty, and two of the men were killed before the nearest other squad could pull a rear attack. That day the whole force worked overtime hunting for the men who had escaped; and by evening the Stonewall boys had received proof that it didn't pay to go against the police in large numbers.", "narrative_information_pred": {"sighed": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}, "ponderously": {"id": "1", "type": "adverb", "confidence": 9}}, "audio_path": "wavs/7585.policeyourplanet_04_delray_64kb_26.flac", "original_index": 36}]}

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No co-operation with your captain until he forced it; out in the sticks beating up helpless men. Now you come crawling back to your only friend, Isaacs. Well, I'll give it a try. But step out of line and I'll have you cleaning streets with your bare hands. All right, Corporal Gordon. Dismissed. Get to your beat.\"\n\nGordon grinned wryly at the emphasis on his title. No need to ask what had happened to Murdoch's recommendation. He joined Izzy in the locker room, summing up the situation.\n\n\"Yeah.\" Izzy looked worried, his thin face pinched in. <|quote_start|>\"Maybe I didn't do you a favor, gov'nor, pulling you here. I dunno. I got some pics of Trench from a guy I know. That's how I got my beat so fast in the Seventh. But Trench ain't married, and I guess I've used up the touch. Maybe I could try it, though.\"<|quote_end|>\n\n\"Forget it,\" Gordon told him. \"I'll work it out somehow.\"\n\nThe beat was a gold mine. It lay through the section where Gordon had first tried his luck on Mars. There were a dozen or so gambling joints, half a dozen cheap saloons, and a fair number of places listed as rooming houses, though they made no bones about the fact that all their permanent inhabitants were female. Then the beat swung off, past a row of small businesses and genuine rooming houses, before turning back to the main section.", "narrative_information_pred": {}, "audio_path": "wavs/7585.policeyourplanet_06_delray_64kb_0.flac", "original_index": 2}, {"text": "\"I'll work it out somehow.\"", "start_byte": 67250, "end_byte": 67277, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 120.31500183105469, "cut_end_time": 121.70000183105468, "narration": {"text": "They began in the poorer section. It wasn't the day to collect the", "cut_start_time": 153.275, "cut_end_time": 157.14, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/7585.policeyourplanet_06_delray_64kb_1.flac"}, "context": "Gordon grinned wryly at the emphasis on his title. No need to ask what had happened to Murdoch's recommendation. He joined Izzy in the locker room, summing up the situation.\n\n\"Yeah.\" Izzy looked worried, his thin face pinched in. \"Maybe I didn't do you a favor, gov'nor, pulling you here. I dunno. I got some pics of Trench from a guy I know. That's how I got my beat so fast in the Seventh. But Trench ain't married, and I guess I've used up the touch. Maybe I could try it, though.\"\n\n\"Forget it,\" Gordon told him. <|quote_start|>\"I'll work it out somehow.\"<|quote_end|>\n\nThe beat was a gold mine. It lay through the section where Gordon had first tried his luck on Mars. There were a dozen or so gambling joints, half a dozen cheap saloons, and a fair number of places listed as rooming houses, though they made no bones about the fact that all their permanent inhabitants were female. Then the beat swung off, past a row of small businesses and genuine rooming houses, before turning back to the main section.\n\nThey began in the poorer section. It wasn't the day to collect the \"tips\" for good service, which had been an honest attempt to promote good police service before it became a racket. But they were met everywhere by sullen faces. Izzy explained it. The city had passed a new poll tax -- to pay for election booths, supposedly -- and had made the police collect it. Murdoch must have disregarded the order, but the rest of the force had been busy helping the administration.", "narrative_information_pred": {"told": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/7585.policeyourplanet_06_delray_64kb_1.flac", "original_index": 4}, {"text": "\"High man for sixty,", "start_byte": 68670, "end_byte": 68690, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 218.79499755859374, "cut_end_time": 220.14006005859375, "narration": {"text": " he said automatically, and expertly rolled bull's-eyes for a two.", "cut_start_time": 220.0149932861328, "cut_end_time": 224.4000557861328, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/7585.policeyourplanet_06_delray_64kb_2.flac"}, "context": "But once they hit the main stem, things were mere routine. The gambling joints took it for granted that beat cops had to be paid, and considered it part of their operating expense. The only problem was that Fats' Place was the first one on the list. Gordon didn't expect to be too welcome there.\n\nThere was no sign of the thug, but Fats came out of his back office just as Gordon reached the little bar. He came over, nodded, picked up a cup and dice and began shaking them.\n\n<|quote_start|>\"High man for sixty,\"<|quote_end|> he said automatically, and expertly rolled bull's-eyes for a two. \"Izzy said you'd be around. Sorry my man drew that knife on you the last time, Corporal.\"\n\nGordon rolled an eight, pocketed the bills, and shrugged. \"Accidents will happen, Fats.\"\n\n\"Yeah.\" The other picked up the dice and began rolling sevens absently. \"How come you're walking beat, anyhow? With what you pulled here, you should have bought a captaincy.\"", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}, "automatically": {"id": "1", "type": "adverb", "confidence": 9}}, "audio_path": "wavs/7585.policeyourplanet_06_delray_64kb_2.flac", "original_index": 6}, {"text": "\"Izzy said you'd be around. 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Gordon reached for it, twisting his lips.", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/7585.policeyourplanet_06_delray_64kb_3.flac", "original_index": 7}, {"text": "\"Accidents will happen, Fats.\"", "start_byte": 68907, "end_byte": 68937, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 235.67500427246094, "cut_end_time": 237.51006677246093, "narration": {"text": " The other picked up the dice and began rolling sevens absently.", "cut_start_time": 239.3049932861328, "cut_end_time": 242.9400557861328, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/7585.policeyourplanet_06_delray_64kb_4.flac"}, "context": "There was no sign of the thug, but Fats came out of his back office just as Gordon reached the little bar. He came over, nodded, picked up a cup and dice and began shaking them.\n\n\"High man for sixty,\" he said automatically, and expertly rolled bull's-eyes for a two. \"Izzy said you'd be around. 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With what you pulled here, you should have bought a captaincy.\"", "start_byte": 69011, "end_byte": 69113, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 243.81499572753907, "cut_end_time": 249.52012072753905, "narration": {"text": " The other picked up the dice and began rolling sevens absently.", "cut_start_time": 239.3049932861328, "cut_end_time": 242.9400557861328, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/7585.policeyourplanet_06_delray_64kb_5.flac"}, "context": "There was no sign of the thug, but Fats came out of his back office just as Gordon reached the little bar. He came over, nodded, picked up a cup and dice and began shaking them.\n\n\"High man for sixty,\" he said automatically, and expertly rolled bull's-eyes for a two. \"Izzy said you'd be around. Sorry my man drew that knife on you the last time, Corporal.\"\n\nGordon rolled an eight, pocketed the bills, and shrugged. \"Accidents will happen, Fats.\"\n\n\"Yeah.\" The other picked up the dice and began rolling sevens absently. <|quote_start|>\"How come you're walking beat, anyhow? With what you pulled here, you should have bought a captaincy.\"<|quote_end|>\n\nGordon told him briefly. The man chuckled grimly. \"Well, that's Mars,\" he said, and turned back to his private quarters.\n\nMostly, it was routine work. They came on a drunk later, collapsed in an alley. But the muggers had apparently given up before Izzy and Gordon arrived, since the man had his wallet clutched in his hand. Gordon reached for it, twisting his lips.\n\nIzzy stopped him. \"It ain't honest, gov'nor. If the gees in the wagon clean him, or the desk man gets it, that's their business. But I'm going to run a straight beat, or else!\"", "narrative_information_pred": {"rolling": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 9}, "absently": {"id": "1", "type": "adverb", "confidence": 9}}, "audio_path": "wavs/7585.policeyourplanet_06_delray_64kb_5.flac", "original_index": 10}, {"text": "\"Well, that's Mars,", "start_byte": 69165, "end_byte": 69184, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 254.52500549316406, "cut_end_time": 255.78000549316405, "narration": {"text": " and swung out of the scooter and onto his beat without further words.", "cut_start_time": 332.8650146484375, "cut_end_time": 337.22001464843754, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/7585.policeyourplanet_06_delray_64kb_6.flac"}, "context": "\"Izzy said you'd be around. Sorry my man drew that knife on you the last time, Corporal.\"\n\nGordon rolled an eight, pocketed the bills, and shrugged. \"Accidents will happen, Fats.\"\n\n\"Yeah.\" The other picked up the dice and began rolling sevens absently. \"How come you're walking beat, anyhow? With what you pulled here, you should have bought a captaincy.\"\n\nGordon told him briefly. The man chuckled grimly. <|quote_start|>\"Well, that's Mars,\"<|quote_end|> he said, and turned back to his private quarters.\n\nMostly, it was routine work. They came on a drunk later, collapsed in an alley. But the muggers had apparently given up before Izzy and Gordon arrived, since the man had his wallet clutched in his hand. Gordon reached for it, twisting his lips.\n\nIzzy stopped him. \"It ain't honest, gov'nor. If the gees in the wagon clean him, or the desk man gets it, that's their business. But I'm going to run a straight beat, or else!\"", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/7585.policeyourplanet_06_delray_64kb_6.flac", "original_index": 11}, {"text": "\"It ain't honest, gov'nor. If the gees in the wagon clean him, or the desk man gets it, that's their business. But I'm going to run a straight beat, or else!\"", "start_byte": 69501, "end_byte": 69659, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 279.0350012207031, "cut_end_time": 289.58000122070314, "narration": {"text": " and swung out of the scooter and onto his beat without further words.", "cut_start_time": 332.8650146484375, "cut_end_time": 337.22001464843754, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/7585.policeyourplanet_06_delray_64kb_7.flac"}, "context": "\"How come you're walking beat, anyhow? With what you pulled here, you should have bought a captaincy.\"\n\nGordon told him briefly. The man chuckled grimly. \"Well, that's Mars,\" he said, and turned back to his private quarters.\n\nMostly, it was routine work. They came on a drunk later, collapsed in an alley. But the muggers had apparently given up before Izzy and Gordon arrived, since the man had his wallet clutched in his hand. Gordon reached for it, twisting his lips.\n\nIzzy stopped him. <|quote_start|>\"It ain't honest, gov'nor. If the gees in the wagon clean him, or the desk man gets it, that's their business. But I'm going to run a straight beat, or else!\"<|quote_end|>\n\nThat was followed by a call to remove a berserk spaceman from one of the so-called rooming houses. Gordon noticed that workmen were busy setting up a heavy wooden gate in front of the entrance to the place. There were a lot of such preparations going on for the forthcoming elections.\n\nThen the shift was over. But Gordon wasn't too surprised when his relief showed up two hours late; he'd half-expected some such nastiness from Trench. But he was surprised at the look on his tardy relief's face.", "narrative_information_pred": {"stopped": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/7585.policeyourplanet_06_delray_64kb_7.flac", "original_index": 12}, {"text": "\"Captain says report in person at once,", "start_byte": 70206, "end_byte": 70245, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 330.17499633789066, "cut_end_time": 332.52012133789066, "narration": {"text": " and swung out of the scooter and onto his beat without further words.", "cut_start_time": 332.8650146484375, "cut_end_time": 337.22001464843754, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/7585.policeyourplanet_06_delray_64kb_8.flac"}, "context": "That was followed by a call to remove a berserk spaceman from one of the so-called rooming houses. Gordon noticed that workmen were busy setting up a heavy wooden gate in front of the entrance to the place. There were a lot of such preparations going on for the forthcoming elections.\n\nThen the shift was over. 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They kicked me off Earth on a yellow ticket, if that's what you mean.\"\n\n\"Yeah.\" Trench shoved a letter forward; it bore the", "narrative_information_pred": {"muttered": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/7585.policeyourplanet_06_delray_64kb_8.flac", "original_index": 13}, {"text": "\"Gordon, what does Security want with you?\"", "start_byte": 70467, "end_byte": 70510, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 351.7149853515625, "cut_end_time": 354.02004785156254, "narration": {"text": "Report expected, overdue. Failure to observe duty will result in permanent resettlement to Mercury.", "cut_start_time": 423.20499633789063, "cut_end_time": 430.13005883789066, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/7585.policeyourplanet_06_delray_64kb_9.flac"}, "context": "Then the shift was over. But Gordon wasn't too surprised when his relief showed up two hours late; he'd half-expected some such nastiness from Trench. But he was surprised at the look on his tardy relief's face.\n\nThe man seemed to avoid facing him, muttered, \"Captain says report in person at once,\" and swung out of the scooter and onto his beat without further words.\n\nGordon was met there by blank faces and averted looks, but someone nodded toward Trench's office, and he went inside. Trench sat chewing on a cigar. <|quote_start|>\"Gordon, what does Security want with you?\"<|quote_end|>\n\n\"Security? Not a damned thing, if I can help it. They kicked me off Earth on a yellow ticket, if that's what you mean.\"\n\n\"Yeah.\" Trench shoved a letter forward; it bore the \"official business\" seal of Solar Security, and was addressed to Corporal Bruce Gordon, Nineteenth Police Precinct, Marsport. 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But Gordon wasn't too surprised when his relief showed up two hours late; he'd half-expected some such nastiness from Trench. But he was surprised at the look on his tardy relief's face.\n\nThe man seemed to avoid facing him, muttered, \"Captain says report in person at once,\" and swung out of the scooter and onto his beat without further words.\n\nGordon was met there by blank faces and averted looks, but someone nodded toward Trench's office, and he went inside. Trench sat chewing on a cigar. \"Gordon, what does Security want with you?\"\n\n<|quote_start|>\"Security? Not a damned thing, if I can help it. They kicked me off Earth on a yellow ticket, if that's what you mean.\"<|quote_end|>\n\n\"Yeah.\" Trench shoved a letter forward; it bore the \"official business\" seal of Solar Security, and was addressed to Corporal Bruce Gordon, Nineteenth Police Precinct, Marsport. 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If you're a deportee, it should show up. That's all!\"<|quote_end|>\n\nBruce Gordon went out, holding the envelope. The warning in Trench's voice wasn't for any omission on his record, he knew. He shoved the envelope into his belt pocket and waited until he was in his own room before opening it.\n\nIt was terse, and unsigned.\n\nReport expected, overdue. Failure to observe duty will result in permanent resettlement to Mercury.\n\nHe swore, coldly and methodically, while his stomach dug knots in itself. The damned, stupid, blundering fools! That was all Trench and the police gang had to see; it was obvious that the letter had been opened. Sure, report at once. Drop a letter in the mailbox, and the next morning it would be turned over to Commissioner Arliss' office. Report or be kicked off to a planet that Security felt enough worse than Mars to use as punishment! Report and find Mars a worse place than Mercury could ever be.", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/7585.policeyourplanet_06_delray_64kb_12.flac", "original_index": 19}, {"text": "\"Pick up the snow, too.\"", "start_byte": 75625, "end_byte": 75649, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 724.0950268554687, "cut_end_time": 725.4700893554688, "narration": {"text": "The pusher's face paled. He must have had his total capital with him, because stark ruin shone in his eyes.", "cut_start_time": 726.5550170898438, "cut_end_time": 734.1300170898438, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/7585.policeyourplanet_06_delray_64kb_13.flac"}, "context": "But there had to be still more before night.\n\nHe was lucky; he came on a pusher working one of the better houses -- long after his collections should have been over. He knew by the man's face that no protection had been paid higher up. The pusher was well-heeled; Gordon confiscated the money.\n\nThis time, Izzy made no protest. Lifting the roll of anyone outside the enforced part of Mars' laws was apparently honest, in his eyes. He nodded, and pointed to the man's belt. <|quote_start|>\"Pick up the snow, too.\"<|quote_end|>\n\nThe pusher's face paled. He must have had his total capital with him, because stark ruin shone in his eyes. \"Good God, Sergeant,\" he pleaded, \"leave me something! I'll make it right. I'll cut you in. I gotta have some of that for myself!\"\n\nGordon grimaced. He couldn't work up any great sympathy for anyone who made a living out of drugs.\n\nThey cleaned the pusher, and left him sitting on the steps, a picture of slumped misery. Izzy nodded approval.", "narrative_information_pred": {"nodded": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/7585.policeyourplanet_06_delray_64kb_13.flac", "original_index": 20}, {"text": "\"Good God, Sergeant,", "start_byte": 75759, "end_byte": 75779, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 734.8349975585937, "cut_end_time": 736.1000600585937, "narration": {"text": "The pusher's face paled. He must have had his total capital with him, because stark ruin shone in his eyes.", "cut_start_time": 726.5550170898438, "cut_end_time": 734.1300170898438, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/7585.policeyourplanet_06_delray_64kb_14.flac"}, "context": "He was lucky; he came on a pusher working one of the better houses -- long after his collections should have been over. He knew by the man's face that no protection had been paid higher up. The pusher was well-heeled; Gordon confiscated the money.\n\nThis time, Izzy made no protest. 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Anyhow, we'll get a bunch of credits for the stuff when we turn it in.\"", "narrative_information_pred": {"pleaded": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/7585.policeyourplanet_06_delray_64kb_14.flac", "original_index": 21}, {"text": "\"leave me something! I'll make it right. I'll cut you in. I gotta have some of that for myself!\"", "start_byte": 75793, "end_byte": 75889, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 737.2149780273438, "cut_end_time": 743.3701030273438, "narration": {"text": "The pusher's face paled. He must have had his total capital with him, because stark ruin shone in his eyes.", "cut_start_time": 726.5550170898438, "cut_end_time": 734.1300170898438, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/7585.policeyourplanet_06_delray_64kb_15.flac"}, "context": "He was lucky; he came on a pusher working one of the better houses -- long after his collections should have been over. He knew by the man's face that no protection had been paid higher up. 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Anyhow, we'll get a bunch of credits for the stuff when we turn it in.\"\n\n\"Credits?\" Gordon asked.\n\n\"Sure.\" Izzy patted the little package.", "narrative_information_pred": {"pleaded": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/7585.policeyourplanet_06_delray_64kb_15.flac", "original_index": 22}, {"text": "\"Let him feel it a while. No sense jailing him yet. Bloody fool had no business starting without lining the groove. Anyhow, we'll get a bunch of credits for the stuff when we turn it in.\"", "start_byte": 76102, "end_byte": 76289, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 760.3750170898438, "cut_end_time": 772.5200170898438, "narration": {"text": "They cleaned the pusher, and left him sitting on the steps, a picture of slumped misery. Izzy nodded approval.", "cut_start_time": 751.3350048828125, "cut_end_time": 759.5200673828125, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/7585.policeyourplanet_06_delray_64kb_16.flac"}, "context": "The pusher's face paled. He must have had his total capital with him, because stark ruin shone in his eyes. \"Good God, Sergeant,\" he pleaded, \"leave me something! I'll make it right. I'll cut you in. I gotta have some of that for myself!\"\n\nGordon grimaced. He couldn't work up any great sympathy for anyone who made a living out of drugs.\n\nThey cleaned the pusher, and left him sitting on the steps, a picture of slumped misery. Izzy nodded approval. <|quote_start|>\"Let him feel it a while. No sense jailing him yet. Bloody fool had no business starting without lining the groove. Anyhow, we'll get a bunch of credits for the stuff when we turn it in.\"<|quote_end|>\n\n\"Credits?\" Gordon asked.\n\n\"Sure.\" Izzy patted the little package. \"We get a quarter value. Captain probably gets fifty per cent from one of the pushers who's lined with him. Everybody's happy.\"\n\n\"Why not push it ourselves?\" Gordon asked in disgust.\n\n\"Wouldn't be honest, gov'nor. Cops are supposed to turn it in.\"\n\nTrench was almost jovial when he weighed the package and examined it to find how much it had been cut. He issued them slips, which they added as part of the contributions.", "narrative_information_pred": {"nodded": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/7585.policeyourplanet_06_delray_64kb_16.flac", "original_index": 23}, {"text": "\"We get a quarter value. Captain probably gets fifty per cent from one of the pushers who's lined with him. Everybody's happy.\"", "start_byte": 76357, "end_byte": 76484, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 779.9049975585938, "cut_end_time": 788.0100600585938, "narration": {"text": "They cleaned the pusher, and left him sitting on the steps, a picture of slumped misery. Izzy nodded approval.", "cut_start_time": 751.3350048828125, "cut_end_time": 759.5200673828125, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/7585.policeyourplanet_06_delray_64kb_17.flac"}, "context": "Gordon grimaced. He couldn't work up any great sympathy for anyone who made a living out of drugs.\n\nThey cleaned the pusher, and left him sitting on the steps, a picture of slumped misery. Izzy nodded approval. \"Let him feel it a while. No sense jailing him yet. Bloody fool had no business starting without lining the groove. Anyhow, we'll get a bunch of credits for the stuff when we turn it in.\"\n\n\"Credits?\" Gordon asked.\n\n\"Sure.\" Izzy patted the little package. <|quote_start|>\"We get a quarter value. Captain probably gets fifty per cent from one of the pushers who's lined with him. Everybody's happy.\"<|quote_end|>\n\n\"Why not push it ourselves?\" Gordon asked in disgust.\n\n\"Wouldn't be honest, gov'nor. Cops are supposed to turn it in.\"\n\nTrench was almost jovial when he weighed the package and examined it to find how much it had been cut. He issued them slips, which they added as part of the contributions. \"Good work -- you, too, Gordon. Best week in the territory for a couple of months. I guess the citizens like you, the way they treat you", "narrative_information_pred": {"patted": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 9}}, "audio_path": "wavs/7585.policeyourplanet_06_delray_64kb_17.flac", "original_index": 26}, {"text": "\"Why not push it ourselves?", "start_byte": 76486, "end_byte": 76513, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 789.2349877929688, "cut_end_time": 791.2200502929687, "narration": {"text": "They cleaned the pusher, and left him sitting on the steps, a picture of slumped misery. Izzy nodded approval.", "cut_start_time": 751.3350048828125, "cut_end_time": 759.5200673828125, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/7585.policeyourplanet_06_delray_64kb_18.flac"}, "context": "They cleaned the pusher, and left him sitting on the steps, a picture of slumped misery. Izzy nodded approval. \"Let him feel it a while. No sense jailing him yet. Bloody fool had no business starting without lining the groove. Anyhow, we'll get a bunch of credits for the stuff when we turn it in.\"\n\n\"Credits?\" Gordon asked.\n\n\"Sure.\" Izzy patted the little package. \"We get a quarter value. Captain probably gets fifty per cent from one of the pushers who's lined with him. Everybody's happy.\"\n\n<|quote_start|>\"Why not push it ourselves?\"<|quote_end|> Gordon asked in disgust.\n\n\"Wouldn't be honest, gov'nor. Cops are supposed to turn it in.\"\n\nTrench was almost jovial when he weighed the package and examined it to find how much it had been cut. He issued them slips, which they added as part of the contributions. \"Good work -- you, too, Gordon. Best week in the territory for a couple of months. I guess the citizens like you, the way they treat you.\" He laughed at his stale joke, and Gordon was willing to laugh with him. The credit on the dope had paid for most of the contributions. For once, he had money to show for the week.", "narrative_information_pred": {"asked": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}, "disgust": {"id": "1", "type": "noun", "confidence": 9}}, "audio_path": "wavs/7585.policeyourplanet_06_delray_64kb_18.flac", "original_index": 27}, {"text": "\"Wouldn't be honest, gov'nor. Cops are supposed to turn it in.\"", "start_byte": 76541, "end_byte": 76604, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 794.075009765625, "cut_end_time": 797.910072265625, "narration": {"text": "They cleaned the pusher, and left him sitting on the steps, a picture of slumped misery. Izzy nodded approval.", "cut_start_time": 751.3350048828125, "cut_end_time": 759.5200673828125, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/7585.policeyourplanet_06_delray_64kb_19.flac"}, "context": "\"Let him feel it a while. No sense jailing him yet. Bloody fool had no business starting without lining the groove. Anyhow, we'll get a bunch of credits for the stuff when we turn it in.\"\n\n\"Credits?\" Gordon asked.\n\n\"Sure.\" Izzy patted the little package. \"We get a quarter value. Captain probably gets fifty per cent from one of the pushers who's lined with him. Everybody's happy.\"\n\n\"Why not push it ourselves?\" Gordon asked in disgust.\n\n<|quote_start|>\"Wouldn't be honest, gov'nor. Cops are supposed to turn it in.\"<|quote_end|>\n\nTrench was almost jovial when he weighed the package and examined it to find how much it had been cut. He issued them slips, which they added as part of the contributions. \"Good work -- you, too, Gordon. Best week in the territory for a couple of months. I guess the citizens like you, the way they treat you.\" He laughed at his stale joke, and Gordon was willing to laugh with him. The credit on the dope had paid for most of the contributions. For once, he had money to show for the week.", "narrative_information_pred": {}, "audio_path": "wavs/7585.policeyourplanet_06_delray_64kb_19.flac", "original_index": 28}, {"text": "\"Good work -- you, too, Gordon. Best week in the territory for a couple of months. I guess the citizens like you, the way they treat you.", "start_byte": 76778, "end_byte": 76915, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 811.0950048828125, "cut_end_time": 820.7100673828126, "narration": {"text": "They cleaned the pusher, and left him sitting on the steps, a picture of slumped misery. Izzy nodded approval.", "cut_start_time": 751.3350048828125, "cut_end_time": 759.5200673828125, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/7585.policeyourplanet_06_delray_64kb_20.flac"}, "context": "\"Sure.\" Izzy patted the little package. \"We get a quarter value. Captain probably gets fifty per cent from one of the pushers who's lined with him. Everybody's happy.\"\n\n\"Why not push it ourselves?\" Gordon asked in disgust.\n\n\"Wouldn't be honest, gov'nor. Cops are supposed to turn it in.\"\n\nTrench was almost jovial when he weighed the package and examined it to find how much it had been cut. He issued them slips, which they added as part of the contributions. <|quote_start|>\"Good work -- you, too, Gordon. Best week in the territory for a couple of months. I guess the citizens like you, the way they treat you.\"<|quote_end|> He laughed at his stale joke, and Gordon was willing to laugh with him. The credit on the dope had paid for most of the contributions. For once, he had money to show for the week.\n\nThen Trench motioned Bruce Gordon forward, and dismissed Izzy with a nod of his head. \"Something to discuss, Gordon. Isaacs, we're holding a little meeting, so wait around. You're a sergeant already. But, Gordon, I'm offering you a chance. There aren't enough openings for all the good men, but.... Oh, bother the soft soap. We're still short on election funds, so there's a raffle. The two men holding winning tickets get bucked up to sergeants. A hundred credits a ticket. How many?\"", "narrative_information_pred": {"laughed": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 9}}, "audio_path": "wavs/7585.policeyourplanet_06_delray_64kb_20.flac", "original_index": 29}, {"text": "\"You have a better chance with more tickets. A much better chance!\"", "start_byte": 77640, "end_byte": 77707, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 875.9249755859375, "cut_end_time": 879.9200380859376, "narration": {"text": " he said, but his voice was bitter in his ears.", "cut_start_time": 926.2950073242188, "cut_end_time": 929.6600698242188, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/7585.policeyourplanet_06_delray_64kb_21.flac"}, "context": "\"Something to discuss, Gordon. Isaacs, we're holding a little meeting, so wait around. You're a sergeant already. But, Gordon, I'm offering you a chance. There aren't enough openings for all the good men, but.... Oh, bother the soft soap. We're still short on election funds, so there's a raffle. The two men holding winning tickets get bucked up to sergeants. A hundred credits a ticket. How many?\"\n\nHe frowned suddenly as Gordon counted out three bills. <|quote_start|>\"You have a better chance with more tickets. A much better chance!\"<|quote_end|>\n\nThe hint was hardly veiled. Gordon stuck the tickets into his wallet. Mars was a fine planet for picking up easy money -- but holding it was another matter.\n\nTrench counted the money and put it away. \"Thanks, Gordon. That fills my quota. Look, you've been on overtime all week. Why not skip the meeting? Isaacs can brief you, later. Go out and get drunk, or something.\"\n\nThe comparative friendliness of the peace offering was probably the ultimate in graciousness from Trench. Idly, Gordon wondered what kind of pressures the captains were under; it must be pretty stiff, judging by the relief the man was showing at making quota.", "narrative_information_pred": {"frowned": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 9}, "suddenly": {"id": "1", "type": "adverb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/7585.policeyourplanet_06_delray_64kb_21.flac", "original_index": 31}, {"text": "\"Thanks, Gordon. That fills my quota. Look, you've been on overtime all week. Why not skip the meeting? Isaacs can brief you, later. Go out and get drunk, or something.\"", "start_byte": 77909, "end_byte": 78078, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 895.9549926757812, "cut_end_time": 908.7401176757812, "narration": {"text": " he said, but his voice was bitter in his ears.", "cut_start_time": 926.2950073242188, "cut_end_time": 929.6600698242188, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/7585.policeyourplanet_06_delray_64kb_22.flac"}, "context": "\"Something to discuss, Gordon. Isaacs, we're holding a little meeting, so wait around. You're a sergeant already. But, Gordon, I'm offering you a chance. There aren't enough openings for all the good men, but.... Oh, bother the soft soap. We're still short on election funds, so there's a raffle. The two men holding winning tickets get bucked up to sergeants. A hundred credits a ticket. How many?\"\n\nHe frowned suddenly as Gordon counted out three bills. \"You have a better chance with more tickets. A much better chance!\"\n\nThe hint was hardly veiled. Gordon stuck the tickets into his wallet. Mars was a fine planet for picking up easy money -- but holding it was another matter.\n\nTrench counted the money and put it away. <|quote_start|>\"Thanks, Gordon. That fills my quota. Look, you've been on overtime all week. Why not skip the meeting? Isaacs can brief you, later. Go out and get drunk, or something.\"<|quote_end|>\n\nThe comparative friendliness of the peace offering was probably the ultimate in graciousness from Trench. Idly, Gordon wondered what kind of pressures the captains were under; it must be pretty stiff, judging by the relief the man was showing at making quota.\n\n\"Thanks,\" he said, but his voice was bitter in his ears. \"I'll go home and rest. Drinking costs too much for what I make. It's a good thing you don't have income tax here.\"\n\n\"We do,\" Trench said flatly;", "narrative_information_pred": {}, "audio_path": "wavs/7585.policeyourplanet_06_delray_64kb_22.flac", "original_index": 32}, {"text": "\"I'll go home and rest. Drinking costs too much for what I make. It's a good thing you don't have income tax here.\"", "start_byte": 78398, "end_byte": 78513, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 930.5150170898438, "cut_end_time": 937.8900795898438, "narration": {"text": " he said, but his voice was bitter in his ears.", "cut_start_time": 926.2950073242188, "cut_end_time": 929.6600698242188, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/7585.policeyourplanet_06_delray_64kb_23.flac"}, "context": "\"Thanks, Gordon. That fills my quota. Look, you've been on overtime all week. Why not skip the meeting? Isaacs can brief you, later. Go out and get drunk, or something.\"\n\nThe comparative friendliness of the peace offering was probably the ultimate in graciousness from Trench. Idly, Gordon wondered what kind of pressures the captains were under; it must be pretty stiff, judging by the relief the man was showing at making quota.\n\n\"Thanks,\" he said, but his voice was bitter in his ears. <|quote_start|>\"I'll go home and rest. Drinking costs too much for what I make. It's a good thing you don't have income tax here.\"<|quote_end|>\n\n\"We do,\" Trench said flatly; \"forty per cent. Better make out a form next week, and start paying it regularly. But you can deduct your contributions here.\"\n\nGordon got out before he learned more good news.\n\nChapter VII\n\nELECTIONEERING\n\nAs Bruce Gordon came out from the precinct house, he noticed the sounds first. Under the huge dome that enclosed the main part of the city, the heavier air pressure permitted normal travel of sound; and he'd become sensitive to the voice of the city after the relative quiet of the Nineteenth Precinct. But now the normal noise was different. There was an undertone of hushed waiting, with the sharp bursts of hammering and last-minute work standing out sharply through it. Voting booths were being finished here and there, and at one a small truck was delivering ballots. Voting by machine had never been established here. Wherever the booths were being thrown up, the nearby establishments were rushing gates and barricades in front of the buildings.", "narrative_information_pred": {"said": {"id": "1", "type": "verb", "confidence": 10}}, "audio_path": "wavs/7585.policeyourplanet_06_delray_64kb_23.flac", "original_index": 34}, {"text": "\"forty per cent. Better make out a form next week, and start paying it regularly. But you can deduct your contributions here.\"", "start_byte": 78544, "end_byte": 78670, "is_quote": true, "cut_start_time": 940.8349755859375, "cut_end_time": 949.3201005859376, "narration": {"text": " he said, but his voice was bitter in his ears.", "cut_start_time": 926.2950073242188, "cut_end_time": 929.6600698242188, "audio_path": "prompt-wavs/7585.policeyourplanet_06_delray_64kb_24.flac"}, "context": "The comparative friendliness of the peace offering was probably the ultimate in graciousness from Trench. Idly, Gordon wondered what kind of pressures the captains were under; it must be pretty stiff, judging by the relief the man was showing at making quota.\n\n\"Thanks,\" he said, but his voice was bitter in his ears. \"I'll go home and rest. Drinking costs too much for what I make. It's a good thing you don't have income tax here.\"\n\n\"We do,\" Trench said flatly; <|quote_start|>\"forty per cent. Better make out a form next week, and start paying it regularly. But you can deduct your contributions here.\"<|quote_end|>\n\nGordon got out before he learned more good news.\n\nChapter VII\n\nELECTIONEERING\n\nAs Bruce Gordon came out from the precinct house, he noticed the sounds first. Under the huge dome that enclosed the main part of the city, the heavier air pressure permitted normal travel of sound; and he'd become sensitive to the voice of the city after the relative quiet of the Nineteenth Precinct. But now the normal noise was different. 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