Model: crazyjeannot/en-literary-gte-base
Author: crazyjeannot
Pipeline: sentence-similarity
Library: sentence-transformers
Tags: sentence-transformers, safetensors, new, sentence-similarity, feature-extraction, generated_from_trainer, dataset_size:40000, loss:TripletLoss, custom_code, arxiv:1908.10084, arxiv:1703.07737, base_model:Alibaba-NLP/gte-base-en-v1.5, base_model:finetune:Alibaba-NLP/gte-base-en-v1.5, text-embeddings-inference, endpoints_compatible, region:us
Base models (finetune): id: Alibaba-NLP/gte-base-en-v1.5
Card metadata: tags: sentence-transformers, sentence-similarity, feature-extraction, generated_from_trainer, dataset_size:40000, loss:TripletLoss
base_model: Alibaba-NLP/gte-base-en-v1.5
widget: source_sentence: The family’s?’  The boy looked sceptically at him. ‘The one in front,’ he said, ‘has a bumper sticker about Jews not giving up any of Israel. You called him a Jew.’  ‘And so he is,’ Mengele said. ‘At least he looks like one.’ He smiled. ‘This is hardly the time to talk about what words I used. Go get the water, please, and I’ll call the police.’  The boy cleared his throat. ‘Would you sit down again?’ he said. ‘I’ll call them.’  ‘Bobby dear—’  ‘Pickles,’ the boy said; the Dobermanns rushed snarling at Mengele. He backed down onto the settee, forearms crossed before his face. ‘Ketchup!’ he cried.
sentences: While the raw data of the research is not bad, the interpretation is rendered moot. See Barbara Schneider and David Stevenson, The Ambitious Generation: America's Teenagers Motivated but Directionless (New Haven, Conn.: Yale University Press, 1999). 29Several book have been written in this vein. While the two in the main text are the most prominent, the following offer valuable insight and perspective as well: Adrian Nicole LeBlanc, Random Family: Love, Drugs, Trouble and Coming ofAge in the Bronx (New York, Scribner, 2003); Joanna Lipper, Growing Up Fast (New York: Picador, 2003); Neil Postman, The Disappearance of Childhood (New York: Vintage Books, 1994). 30Elinor Burkett, Another Planet.- A Year in the Life of a Suburban High School (New York: HarperCollins, 2001). 31Patricia Hersch, A Tribe Apart.: AJourney into the Heart ofAmerican Adolescence (New York: Ballantine, 1999), p. viii. The strength of this book is its in-depth walk with adolescents. Its weakness is in being a very narrow scope with limited application. Still, this qualitative work offers more depth than surveys., This wasn’t his way. Normally, he was in, out and done. One day, one interrogation, one paycheck, and then shipped off to the next location. It was the way he liked it. Wham, bam, thank you, ma’am. As it was, they had already spent more than their fair share of time together. He’d hate to think the effect she’d have on him in a week if he did decide to take her to Montana. “Why don’t you try to call him again?” he asked, feeling sheepish in feigning such deplorable ignorance. She couldn’t find out what he knew or his role in this. She would hate him forever if she did., He ran toward second. Felix chased after the ball. “Go! Go!” Ms. Benson called again. Eric ran from second to third. Felix grabbed the ball. Eric touched third base and ran toward home. Felix threw the ball to Sarah who was standing in front of home plate. The ball reached Sarah before Eric did., source_sentence: It is less likely that he encountered it in the course of his more general reading. It is not easy to establish to what extent the word was in use at this time. Although Diderot made reference to it in his famous encyclopaedia, it did not appear in the French dictionary until 1835, despite the fact that it was a Frenchman who coined it. The Encyclopaedia Britannica of 1842 does not include the word, which first appears in the eighth edition (1855). Nor does it appear in the contemporary German  18  D. McNeill  dictionary, although this may be attributable to the reluctance of the brothers Grimm to include words of manifestly foreign origin. In sum, the evidence is inconclusive, but suggests that Marx did indeed come across the term only months, or weeks, before it appeared in Herr Hermes’ article. Why, then, to turn to our second and more important question, did the term appeal so strongly to Marx? To answer this, let us consider in more detail the context of his own article on the debates on the theft of wood. It is evident from the tone as well as the content that Marx is outraged.
sentences: “Want a sandwich, Spence?”  “I would love one.”  “I’ll help,” I said, trying to get up. “No, I will,” Andrew said, shuffling me off him and standing up. “You’ll help?” I asked. “Cooking?”  He turned back to face me. “Making sandwiches isn’t cooking, smartass.”  Emilio laughed, which made me look at him. “Not busy today?”  “Got a client at two. Thought I’d come up and see how you were getting on. Andrew said you weren’t in real good shape last night.”  I sighed. “Yeah. It wasn’t good., Why are these     habits so destructive? 42. How does verse 21 explain Israel’s lapse into idolatry? What     application to your life can you make from this episode? 43. What measures did the Lord take to discipline His rebellious     people? What measures might He take today to discipline rebellious     Christians? How can a believer avoid such discipline? Chapter Two     Book V  (Psalms 107—150)     Psalm 107  The emphasis in 105 is on Israel’s exodus from Egypt and in 106 on God’s longsuffering care of His people. This psalm focuses on the Lord’s redemption of the nation from captivity in Babylon (vv., ‘Well, I’m sorry if our standards don’t match up to those of Highcliffe Hall,’ Felicity spoke up, looking coldly at the new girl. ‘But I, for one, think it’s a very nice room!’  ‘Hear, hear!’ chorused the others. And indeed it was a very nice dormitory. Despite Amy’s scornful words, there was plenty of room for all the girls. Each one had a little cabinet beside her bed, in which she could keep all her personal belongings, as well as a small wardrobe. The beds had pretty green, floral patterned bedspreads, which matched the curtains at the big window, from where there was a splendid view of the beautiful gardens. One of the beds already had a pair of slippers placed neatly beside it, and there was a book on top of the little cabinet. The girls guessed that they belonged to Veronica, and wondered where she was. ‘How I hate unpacking,’ sighed Nora, opening her night case. ‘Thank goodness our trunks aren’t brought up until tomorrow, because I simply couldn’t face having to put everything away tidily on my first day back.’  A frown crossed Amy’s haughty little face as she said, ‘Don’t tell me that we actually have to unpack our trunks ourselves?, source_sentence: []        Bug-Out Gear for Travelers  By Tony Nester  Published by Diamond Creek Press, Flagstaff, AZ  Copyright October 2013  Diamondcreekpress.com           Bug-Out Gear for Travelers  Warning  This information is intended for academic purposes only. The author, Diamond Creek Press, and Ancient Pathways Survival School, LLC assume no liability for any laws broken by the reader or for any injury, damages, or loss for the use or misuse of the information contained in this eBook. The material herein should not be a substitute for professional advice for training. The reader is responsible for researching and complying with TSA regulations and federal and state laws regarding carry-on items, checked baggage and item restrictions. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or used in any manner without written consent except for use in reviews. Copyright October 2013, diamondcreekpress.com        Special thanks to the following travel experts who contributed to this book: Bill Downey, Claus Andersen, Mike Masek, Terry Schmidt and Rob Anderson. Muchas gracias mis amigos! Table of Contents  Three Places Where Bug-Out Gear Can Help a Traveler  Pre-Trip Emergency Planning Tips  Clothing and Accouterments  A Story from the Field  A Carry-On Bug-Out Bag  Detailed Descriptions of Specific BOB Items  First-Aid Kit Supplemental Items for Extended or International Trips  A Story from the Field  Additional Gear to Purchase after Arrival  Preparedness Gear to Have in Your Rental Vehicle  Portable Power Units for Recharging Smartphones & Electronic Devices  Security Measures for Stowing Gear in a Rental Car or Hotel Room  Travel, Prescription and Immunization Documents  Fit for Survival? Additional Resources and Reading     Preface  I travel a great deal in my work as a fulltime survival instructor.
sentences: “Dr. Kendall, I was telling these gentlemen about my aunt’s recent kidney transplant.”  Mia turned her full attention back to the ambassador, grateful his determination to impress her with his medical interest might inadvertently provide her with another piece of information. “In the States?”  “No. Here in Dar. At Kaboni Private.”  “Your aunt is an expatriate?”  He laughed and snagged another glass of champagne from a waiter. “Oh my, no. Aunt Lilly’s as southern as fried chicken. She’s from Atlanta.”  “Then why…” She caught herself, allowing her mind a moment to frantically sift through the questions pelting her thoughts. She could think of only two reasons why Americans would risk below-par treatment in a third-world country…fear and money. Fear they couldn’t outlast the UNOS wait-list time, and money if they were unable to pay for the expensive procedure if, by chance, they were lucky enough to beat the odds of getting an organ in America., “Oh I just want a bite, just a bite.” Then the dessert arrives and they turn into a vacuum. Apparently it was a bite from a shovel. “Yeah, I have a bit of a sweet tooth.” No, you are a pathetic sugar fiend. I love the phrase “I have a sweet tooth.” I always want to say, “You’re ordering it for your tooth? That’s interesting, because it’s going straight to your butt. I think your butt owes your tooth an explanation.” I guess we all have our own way of rationalizing. In defense of the friend with the sweet tooth, no one has ever really needed dessert. Who was the first guy to ask for dessert? “That was a good meal. I’m full., I’d be a fool not to profit from it. What do you say?”  There was only one thing Audrey could do. She stood up, unzipped her army coat and shrugged it off. “Agree,” she said, and handed her coat to the president. Chapter Nine  A strange feeling came over Audrey as she signed the contract, as if something cold and shivery settled over her skin. Whatever the president’s magic was doing to seal the contract, Audrey figured there was no going back now. She didn’t want to. As soon as the feeling faded, the president jumped into action. She left the four of them sitting in the lounge area of her office and started making phone calls, organizing meetings and appointments. The rest of Supernova avoided Audrey’s eyes., source_sentence: Looking into her eyes had been like bathing in a warm lake. Light and warmth had followed Helena everywhere she went. She lit any space she occupied, most of all Benedict’s heart. The woman in the painting did none of it. Nor did she resemble his late wife, as he had requested. And that, truly, was the problem. He had asked Biasi to paint a portrait that resembled Helena. He’d let him study the three portraits Benedict possessed of his late wife, and had described her in great detail to the man. He’d been quite clear. He had not wanted another painting of a beautiful woman who resembled Helena.
sentences: He skidded to a halt. Did it show? He brought his hand to his nose and sniffed, and his stomach turned. Vincent’s smell was all over him. Their angry words echoed in his ears. Every time he tried to reconcile what had happened at the bakery it got all confused in his head. No way could he have a relationship with a man. Two bullheaded males trying to make it work was an insane idea. And when did he go from fucking to having a relationship? Bottom line, Vincent had blatantly lied to him., Nève liked her already. “Disrobe behind that screen down to your undergarments and step up on this box, if you please.”  Nève did as she was bid and then dropped her jaw in shock as Lady Marsden approached armed with a tape measure, a dress draped over one arm, and a full pincushion. “Wait a moment, what are you doing?”  “Taking your measurements and fitting you,” she replied. “But you’re a lady.”  One dark brow arched high. “Also a modiste. Is it so incredible to you that a woman of my station can be both wellborn and clever with a needle?”  Nève closed her mouth, reminded of her own situation. “Well, no, but one would expect needlepoint rather than dressmaking.”  “Needlepoint.” Lady Marsden gave an eloquent sniff as she proceeded to efficiently measure Nève’s chemise-clad shape from head to toe. “It’s a rather exceptional kind of torture, I assure you. I much prefer design. These dresses, for example”—she paused and pointed to the arrangement of heavily embroidered silks that the other women held—“are my own creations., It must have something to do with this.” She taps her earpiece on the visual. “Amazing.”  “You have to help me!”  “I’m not a memorologist,” Carol snaps, sounding exasperated. I flinch at her tone, and she must take pity on me because she says, “I’ll make some calls. See what I can do.”  “Thank you.”  “You’re supposed to be back at DigImagine tomorrow.”  Another day alone in the house with Cherie? Before it sounded like heaven, but now. “I’ll come today if I can. But if she’s still in my brain . . .”  “Will she follow you out of the house?”  Into the sunlight? “I don’t know.”  “Try that., source_sentence: Tulipson!’ I called out to the Second, who had not been able to get a word in edgeways, ‘I don’t know what the devil’s the matter with the First Mate; but he’ll not find it pay to talk to a crowd like ours, in that sort of fashion, or there’ll be ructions aboard.’  “ ‘Come! come! Jessop! This won’t do! I can’t have you talking like that about the Mate!’ he said, sharply. ‘Let me know what’s to-do, and then go forrard again, the lot of you.’  “ ‘We’d have told you at first, Sir,’ I said, ‘only the Mate wouldn’t give any of us a chance to speak. There’s been an awful accident, Sir. Something’s fallen from aloft, right onto Jock—’  “I stopped suddenly; for there was a loud crying aloft. “ ‘Help! help!
sentences: Contents     Title Page  Dedication  Acknowledgments  Chapter 1  Chapter 2  Chapter 3  Chapter 4  Chapter 5  Chapter 6  Chapter 7  Chapter 8  Chapter 9  Chapter 10  Chapter 11  Chapter 12  Chapter 13  Chapter 14  Chapter 15  Chapter 16  Chapter 17  Chapter 18  Chapter 19  Chapter 20  Chapter 21  Epilogue  Back ad  Also by Christina Brooke  Praise for Christina Brooke  About the Author  Copyright        Chapter One     Hertfordshire, England, 1816     Lady Cecily Westruther was not often at a loss for words. In fact, it was said by her family that she had far too many of them at her disposal and was all too ready to use them at every opportunity. But the sheer audacity of this request shocked the speech right out of her. Lavinia pouted and her china blue eyes darted sparks. “You are so disobliging, cousin! I ought to have known how it would be.”  Lavinia, Countess of Davenport, was a pretty, voluptuous blonde with a gaming habit and a penchant for dangerous men. Dangerous men who weren’t her husband, that was. Cecily exchanged an exasperated look with the small pug dog who sat drooling into a pink satin cushion on top of an ornate chaise longue. The furniture in Lavinia’s boudoir was gilded and tasseled and braided to within an inch of its life. Lord, but the woman had terrible taste., Dacă nu mă înşel, e marele caic care ne-a depăşit azi- dimineaţa. Dumnezeu ştie cum, dar cred că au fost preveniţi şi vor fi al naibii de bănuitori. Nu va fi o joacă şi nu ne vor cerceta cu mănuşi. Vor fi înarmaţi pînă-n dinţi şi vor căuta scandal. Nu va fi vorba de jumătăţi de măsură. Să fim lămuriţi. Sau se vor scufunda ei, sau ne scufundăm noi, nu putem supravieţui unei inspecţii dat fiind materialul pe care-l avem la bord. Şi, adăugă el blînd, nu-l vom arunca în mare. Repede le explică planul său. Aplecat peste fereastra timoneriei, Stevens simţea vechea durere în stomac şi sîngele fugindu-i din cap., “Love you.”  He sure knows how to pull on my heartstrings that I thought were long gone. “Love you too, kid. Get some sleep.” I shut off the lights and close the door, taking a minute for myself. Shit, this parenting stuff is hard and exhausting. I’m not sure how Hawk did it and was able to found time to be in the club. Music from the main room is muted through the steel door I had installed between the hallway and Jenkins’ bedroom, so he doesn’t hear all the commotion going on. This place is my home, and it’s his home now too, and the members have been good about following my rules. Now that the kid is sleeping, the adults can have a good time. And fuck do I need a good time. I need a real fucking good time.
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