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The old vaulted church was stripped down : there was no cloth on the altar , just a DJ 's toolkit and his beer .
Through the dark , I could see three bolts left in the wall from where they 'd taken down the crucifix .
A confessional too beaten - up to have been sold was shaking in a way that suggested activity inside , and where the pews had been taken out , a couple hundred people were testifying to the DJ 's moving sermon .
Rachel stepped forward into the crowd while I took a moment to drink in the ceiling 's blue - lit , shadowed vault and the light - catching haze from who - knows - what rising between the DJ and the crowd .
There was a terrific echo , each beat reverberating inside of the next , and the old stained - glass windows rattled in their frames .
On the dance floor , people moved with their eyes closed and their hands in the air .
I danced with Rachel for a while , but then something by the bar seemed to be pulling her eyes .
She told me that she was heading for a drink and slipped out of the crowd .
When she had n't come back halfway through the next song , I glanced over at the bar .
It was just a little set - up where someone had stacked a few crates and brought something alcoholic to share , mostly beer .
Rachel was standing with a plastic cup , looking like she was having a conversation , but I could n't see anyone else there .
The next time the crowd split , I saw him .
He stood in front of a blue light , so I could n't see him clearly , but what I saw was memorable .
He wore a jacket of what might have been blue velvet , and his hair gleamed black against his white skin .
The blue haze seemed to stop just shy of his pallor , setting off his striking face without illuminating its details , and his wrists flashed white in the darkness .
He did n't move , just stared and held his drink .
The next time I saw them , his mouth was moving .
She nodded and he took her arm .
I watched them through the crush of dancers as they squeezed along the wall , and the feeling came to me that something was very wrong .
Saturday morning , I woke up and saw that she still had n't come home . | What two images of color are used in this passage ? || Orange, black | 0False
| [
"He stood in front of a blue light , so I could n't see him clearly , but what I saw was memorable .",
"He wore a jacket of what might have been blue velvet , and his hair gleamed black against his white skin .",
"The blue haze seemed to stop just shy of his pallor , setting off his striking face without illuminating its details , and his wrists flashed white in the darkness .",
"Rachel stepped forward into the crowd while I took a moment to drink in the ceiling 's blue - lit , shadowed vault and the light - catching haze from who - knows - what rising between the DJ and the crowd ."
] |
The old vaulted church was stripped down : there was no cloth on the altar , just a DJ 's toolkit and his beer .
Through the dark , I could see three bolts left in the wall from where they 'd taken down the crucifix .
A confessional too beaten - up to have been sold was shaking in a way that suggested activity inside , and where the pews had been taken out , a couple hundred people were testifying to the DJ 's moving sermon .
Rachel stepped forward into the crowd while I took a moment to drink in the ceiling 's blue - lit , shadowed vault and the light - catching haze from who - knows - what rising between the DJ and the crowd .
There was a terrific echo , each beat reverberating inside of the next , and the old stained - glass windows rattled in their frames .
On the dance floor , people moved with their eyes closed and their hands in the air .
I danced with Rachel for a while , but then something by the bar seemed to be pulling her eyes .
She told me that she was heading for a drink and slipped out of the crowd .
When she had n't come back halfway through the next song , I glanced over at the bar .
It was just a little set - up where someone had stacked a few crates and brought something alcoholic to share , mostly beer .
Rachel was standing with a plastic cup , looking like she was having a conversation , but I could n't see anyone else there .
The next time the crowd split , I saw him .
He stood in front of a blue light , so I could n't see him clearly , but what I saw was memorable .
He wore a jacket of what might have been blue velvet , and his hair gleamed black against his white skin .
The blue haze seemed to stop just shy of his pallor , setting off his striking face without illuminating its details , and his wrists flashed white in the darkness .
He did n't move , just stared and held his drink .
The next time I saw them , his mouth was moving .
She nodded and he took her arm .
I watched them through the crush of dancers as they squeezed along the wall , and the feeling came to me that something was very wrong .
Saturday morning , I woke up and saw that she still had n't come home . | What two images of color are used in this passage ? || Jacket | 0False
| [
"He stood in front of a blue light , so I could n't see him clearly , but what I saw was memorable .",
"He wore a jacket of what might have been blue velvet , and his hair gleamed black against his white skin .",
"The blue haze seemed to stop just shy of his pallor , setting off his striking face without illuminating its details , and his wrists flashed white in the darkness .",
"Rachel stepped forward into the crowd while I took a moment to drink in the ceiling 's blue - lit , shadowed vault and the light - catching haze from who - knows - what rising between the DJ and the crowd ."
] |
The old vaulted church was stripped down : there was no cloth on the altar , just a DJ 's toolkit and his beer .
Through the dark , I could see three bolts left in the wall from where they 'd taken down the crucifix .
A confessional too beaten - up to have been sold was shaking in a way that suggested activity inside , and where the pews had been taken out , a couple hundred people were testifying to the DJ 's moving sermon .
Rachel stepped forward into the crowd while I took a moment to drink in the ceiling 's blue - lit , shadowed vault and the light - catching haze from who - knows - what rising between the DJ and the crowd .
There was a terrific echo , each beat reverberating inside of the next , and the old stained - glass windows rattled in their frames .
On the dance floor , people moved with their eyes closed and their hands in the air .
I danced with Rachel for a while , but then something by the bar seemed to be pulling her eyes .
She told me that she was heading for a drink and slipped out of the crowd .
When she had n't come back halfway through the next song , I glanced over at the bar .
It was just a little set - up where someone had stacked a few crates and brought something alcoholic to share , mostly beer .
Rachel was standing with a plastic cup , looking like she was having a conversation , but I could n't see anyone else there .
The next time the crowd split , I saw him .
He stood in front of a blue light , so I could n't see him clearly , but what I saw was memorable .
He wore a jacket of what might have been blue velvet , and his hair gleamed black against his white skin .
The blue haze seemed to stop just shy of his pallor , setting off his striking face without illuminating its details , and his wrists flashed white in the darkness .
He did n't move , just stared and held his drink .
The next time I saw them , his mouth was moving .
She nodded and he took her arm .
I watched them through the crush of dancers as they squeezed along the wall , and the feeling came to me that something was very wrong .
Saturday morning , I woke up and saw that she still had n't come home . | What two images of color are used in this passage ? || DJ | 0False
| [
"He stood in front of a blue light , so I could n't see him clearly , but what I saw was memorable .",
"He wore a jacket of what might have been blue velvet , and his hair gleamed black against his white skin .",
"The blue haze seemed to stop just shy of his pallor , setting off his striking face without illuminating its details , and his wrists flashed white in the darkness .",
"Rachel stepped forward into the crowd while I took a moment to drink in the ceiling 's blue - lit , shadowed vault and the light - catching haze from who - knows - what rising between the DJ and the crowd ."
] |
The old vaulted church was stripped down : there was no cloth on the altar , just a DJ 's toolkit and his beer .
Through the dark , I could see three bolts left in the wall from where they 'd taken down the crucifix .
A confessional too beaten - up to have been sold was shaking in a way that suggested activity inside , and where the pews had been taken out , a couple hundred people were testifying to the DJ 's moving sermon .
Rachel stepped forward into the crowd while I took a moment to drink in the ceiling 's blue - lit , shadowed vault and the light - catching haze from who - knows - what rising between the DJ and the crowd .
There was a terrific echo , each beat reverberating inside of the next , and the old stained - glass windows rattled in their frames .
On the dance floor , people moved with their eyes closed and their hands in the air .
I danced with Rachel for a while , but then something by the bar seemed to be pulling her eyes .
She told me that she was heading for a drink and slipped out of the crowd .
When she had n't come back halfway through the next song , I glanced over at the bar .
It was just a little set - up where someone had stacked a few crates and brought something alcoholic to share , mostly beer .
Rachel was standing with a plastic cup , looking like she was having a conversation , but I could n't see anyone else there .
The next time the crowd split , I saw him .
He stood in front of a blue light , so I could n't see him clearly , but what I saw was memorable .
He wore a jacket of what might have been blue velvet , and his hair gleamed black against his white skin .
The blue haze seemed to stop just shy of his pallor , setting off his striking face without illuminating its details , and his wrists flashed white in the darkness .
He did n't move , just stared and held his drink .
The next time I saw them , his mouth was moving .
She nodded and he took her arm .
I watched them through the crush of dancers as they squeezed along the wall , and the feeling came to me that something was very wrong .
Saturday morning , I woke up and saw that she still had n't come home . | What two images of color are used in this passage ? || Rachel | 0False
| [
"He stood in front of a blue light , so I could n't see him clearly , but what I saw was memorable .",
"He wore a jacket of what might have been blue velvet , and his hair gleamed black against his white skin .",
"The blue haze seemed to stop just shy of his pallor , setting off his striking face without illuminating its details , and his wrists flashed white in the darkness .",
"Rachel stepped forward into the crowd while I took a moment to drink in the ceiling 's blue - lit , shadowed vault and the light - catching haze from who - knows - what rising between the DJ and the crowd ."
] |
The old vaulted church was stripped down : there was no cloth on the altar , just a DJ 's toolkit and his beer .
Through the dark , I could see three bolts left in the wall from where they 'd taken down the crucifix .
A confessional too beaten - up to have been sold was shaking in a way that suggested activity inside , and where the pews had been taken out , a couple hundred people were testifying to the DJ 's moving sermon .
Rachel stepped forward into the crowd while I took a moment to drink in the ceiling 's blue - lit , shadowed vault and the light - catching haze from who - knows - what rising between the DJ and the crowd .
There was a terrific echo , each beat reverberating inside of the next , and the old stained - glass windows rattled in their frames .
On the dance floor , people moved with their eyes closed and their hands in the air .
I danced with Rachel for a while , but then something by the bar seemed to be pulling her eyes .
She told me that she was heading for a drink and slipped out of the crowd .
When she had n't come back halfway through the next song , I glanced over at the bar .
It was just a little set - up where someone had stacked a few crates and brought something alcoholic to share , mostly beer .
Rachel was standing with a plastic cup , looking like she was having a conversation , but I could n't see anyone else there .
The next time the crowd split , I saw him .
He stood in front of a blue light , so I could n't see him clearly , but what I saw was memorable .
He wore a jacket of what might have been blue velvet , and his hair gleamed black against his white skin .
The blue haze seemed to stop just shy of his pallor , setting off his striking face without illuminating its details , and his wrists flashed white in the darkness .
He did n't move , just stared and held his drink .
The next time I saw them , his mouth was moving .
She nodded and he took her arm .
I watched them through the crush of dancers as they squeezed along the wall , and the feeling came to me that something was very wrong .
Saturday morning , I woke up and saw that she still had n't come home . | What two images of color are used in this passage ? || Blue and white | 1True
| [
"He stood in front of a blue light , so I could n't see him clearly , but what I saw was memorable .",
"He wore a jacket of what might have been blue velvet , and his hair gleamed black against his white skin .",
"The blue haze seemed to stop just shy of his pallor , setting off his striking face without illuminating its details , and his wrists flashed white in the darkness .",
"Rachel stepped forward into the crowd while I took a moment to drink in the ceiling 's blue - lit , shadowed vault and the light - catching haze from who - knows - what rising between the DJ and the crowd ."
] |
The old vaulted church was stripped down : there was no cloth on the altar , just a DJ 's toolkit and his beer .
Through the dark , I could see three bolts left in the wall from where they 'd taken down the crucifix .
A confessional too beaten - up to have been sold was shaking in a way that suggested activity inside , and where the pews had been taken out , a couple hundred people were testifying to the DJ 's moving sermon .
Rachel stepped forward into the crowd while I took a moment to drink in the ceiling 's blue - lit , shadowed vault and the light - catching haze from who - knows - what rising between the DJ and the crowd .
There was a terrific echo , each beat reverberating inside of the next , and the old stained - glass windows rattled in their frames .
On the dance floor , people moved with their eyes closed and their hands in the air .
I danced with Rachel for a while , but then something by the bar seemed to be pulling her eyes .
She told me that she was heading for a drink and slipped out of the crowd .
When she had n't come back halfway through the next song , I glanced over at the bar .
It was just a little set - up where someone had stacked a few crates and brought something alcoholic to share , mostly beer .
Rachel was standing with a plastic cup , looking like she was having a conversation , but I could n't see anyone else there .
The next time the crowd split , I saw him .
He stood in front of a blue light , so I could n't see him clearly , but what I saw was memorable .
He wore a jacket of what might have been blue velvet , and his hair gleamed black against his white skin .
The blue haze seemed to stop just shy of his pallor , setting off his striking face without illuminating its details , and his wrists flashed white in the darkness .
He did n't move , just stared and held his drink .
The next time I saw them , his mouth was moving .
She nodded and he took her arm .
I watched them through the crush of dancers as they squeezed along the wall , and the feeling came to me that something was very wrong .
Saturday morning , I woke up and saw that she still had n't come home . | Where was the crucifix || On a wall | 0False
| [
"The old vaulted church was stripped down : there was no cloth on the altar , just a DJ 's toolkit and his beer .",
"Through the dark , I could see three bolts left in the wall from where they 'd taken down the crucifix ."
] |
The old vaulted church was stripped down : there was no cloth on the altar , just a DJ 's toolkit and his beer .
Through the dark , I could see three bolts left in the wall from where they 'd taken down the crucifix .
A confessional too beaten - up to have been sold was shaking in a way that suggested activity inside , and where the pews had been taken out , a couple hundred people were testifying to the DJ 's moving sermon .
Rachel stepped forward into the crowd while I took a moment to drink in the ceiling 's blue - lit , shadowed vault and the light - catching haze from who - knows - what rising between the DJ and the crowd .
There was a terrific echo , each beat reverberating inside of the next , and the old stained - glass windows rattled in their frames .
On the dance floor , people moved with their eyes closed and their hands in the air .
I danced with Rachel for a while , but then something by the bar seemed to be pulling her eyes .
She told me that she was heading for a drink and slipped out of the crowd .
When she had n't come back halfway through the next song , I glanced over at the bar .
It was just a little set - up where someone had stacked a few crates and brought something alcoholic to share , mostly beer .
Rachel was standing with a plastic cup , looking like she was having a conversation , but I could n't see anyone else there .
The next time the crowd split , I saw him .
He stood in front of a blue light , so I could n't see him clearly , but what I saw was memorable .
He wore a jacket of what might have been blue velvet , and his hair gleamed black against his white skin .
The blue haze seemed to stop just shy of his pallor , setting off his striking face without illuminating its details , and his wrists flashed white in the darkness .
He did n't move , just stared and held his drink .
The next time I saw them , his mouth was moving .
She nodded and he took her arm .
I watched them through the crush of dancers as they squeezed along the wall , and the feeling came to me that something was very wrong .
Saturday morning , I woke up and saw that she still had n't come home . | Where was the crucifix || Taken down | 1True
| [
"The old vaulted church was stripped down : there was no cloth on the altar , just a DJ 's toolkit and his beer .",
"Through the dark , I could see three bolts left in the wall from where they 'd taken down the crucifix ."
] |
The old vaulted church was stripped down : there was no cloth on the altar , just a DJ 's toolkit and his beer .
Through the dark , I could see three bolts left in the wall from where they 'd taken down the crucifix .
A confessional too beaten - up to have been sold was shaking in a way that suggested activity inside , and where the pews had been taken out , a couple hundred people were testifying to the DJ 's moving sermon .
Rachel stepped forward into the crowd while I took a moment to drink in the ceiling 's blue - lit , shadowed vault and the light - catching haze from who - knows - what rising between the DJ and the crowd .
There was a terrific echo , each beat reverberating inside of the next , and the old stained - glass windows rattled in their frames .
On the dance floor , people moved with their eyes closed and their hands in the air .
I danced with Rachel for a while , but then something by the bar seemed to be pulling her eyes .
She told me that she was heading for a drink and slipped out of the crowd .
When she had n't come back halfway through the next song , I glanced over at the bar .
It was just a little set - up where someone had stacked a few crates and brought something alcoholic to share , mostly beer .
Rachel was standing with a plastic cup , looking like she was having a conversation , but I could n't see anyone else there .
The next time the crowd split , I saw him .
He stood in front of a blue light , so I could n't see him clearly , but what I saw was memorable .
He wore a jacket of what might have been blue velvet , and his hair gleamed black against his white skin .
The blue haze seemed to stop just shy of his pallor , setting off his striking face without illuminating its details , and his wrists flashed white in the darkness .
He did n't move , just stared and held his drink .
The next time I saw them , his mouth was moving .
She nodded and he took her arm .
I watched them through the crush of dancers as they squeezed along the wall , and the feeling came to me that something was very wrong .
Saturday morning , I woke up and saw that she still had n't come home . | Where was the crucifix || In an old church | 1True
| [
"The old vaulted church was stripped down : there was no cloth on the altar , just a DJ 's toolkit and his beer .",
"Through the dark , I could see three bolts left in the wall from where they 'd taken down the crucifix ."
] |
The old vaulted church was stripped down : there was no cloth on the altar , just a DJ 's toolkit and his beer .
Through the dark , I could see three bolts left in the wall from where they 'd taken down the crucifix .
A confessional too beaten - up to have been sold was shaking in a way that suggested activity inside , and where the pews had been taken out , a couple hundred people were testifying to the DJ 's moving sermon .
Rachel stepped forward into the crowd while I took a moment to drink in the ceiling 's blue - lit , shadowed vault and the light - catching haze from who - knows - what rising between the DJ and the crowd .
There was a terrific echo , each beat reverberating inside of the next , and the old stained - glass windows rattled in their frames .
On the dance floor , people moved with their eyes closed and their hands in the air .
I danced with Rachel for a while , but then something by the bar seemed to be pulling her eyes .
She told me that she was heading for a drink and slipped out of the crowd .
When she had n't come back halfway through the next song , I glanced over at the bar .
It was just a little set - up where someone had stacked a few crates and brought something alcoholic to share , mostly beer .
Rachel was standing with a plastic cup , looking like she was having a conversation , but I could n't see anyone else there .
The next time the crowd split , I saw him .
He stood in front of a blue light , so I could n't see him clearly , but what I saw was memorable .
He wore a jacket of what might have been blue velvet , and his hair gleamed black against his white skin .
The blue haze seemed to stop just shy of his pallor , setting off his striking face without illuminating its details , and his wrists flashed white in the darkness .
He did n't move , just stared and held his drink .
The next time I saw them , his mouth was moving .
She nodded and he took her arm .
I watched them through the crush of dancers as they squeezed along the wall , and the feeling came to me that something was very wrong .
Saturday morning , I woke up and saw that she still had n't come home . | What did Rachel say she was headed for when she was dancing ? || That she was heading for a drink | 1True
| [
"I danced with Rachel for a while , but then something by the bar seemed to be pulling her eyes .",
"She told me that she was heading for a drink and slipped out of the crowd ."
] |
The old vaulted church was stripped down : there was no cloth on the altar , just a DJ 's toolkit and his beer .
Through the dark , I could see three bolts left in the wall from where they 'd taken down the crucifix .
A confessional too beaten - up to have been sold was shaking in a way that suggested activity inside , and where the pews had been taken out , a couple hundred people were testifying to the DJ 's moving sermon .
Rachel stepped forward into the crowd while I took a moment to drink in the ceiling 's blue - lit , shadowed vault and the light - catching haze from who - knows - what rising between the DJ and the crowd .
There was a terrific echo , each beat reverberating inside of the next , and the old stained - glass windows rattled in their frames .
On the dance floor , people moved with their eyes closed and their hands in the air .
I danced with Rachel for a while , but then something by the bar seemed to be pulling her eyes .
She told me that she was heading for a drink and slipped out of the crowd .
When she had n't come back halfway through the next song , I glanced over at the bar .
It was just a little set - up where someone had stacked a few crates and brought something alcoholic to share , mostly beer .
Rachel was standing with a plastic cup , looking like she was having a conversation , but I could n't see anyone else there .
The next time the crowd split , I saw him .
He stood in front of a blue light , so I could n't see him clearly , but what I saw was memorable .
He wore a jacket of what might have been blue velvet , and his hair gleamed black against his white skin .
The blue haze seemed to stop just shy of his pallor , setting off his striking face without illuminating its details , and his wrists flashed white in the darkness .
He did n't move , just stared and held his drink .
The next time I saw them , his mouth was moving .
She nodded and he took her arm .
I watched them through the crush of dancers as they squeezed along the wall , and the feeling came to me that something was very wrong .
Saturday morning , I woke up and saw that she still had n't come home . | What did Rachel say she was headed for when she was dancing ? || A drink | 1True
| [
"I danced with Rachel for a while , but then something by the bar seemed to be pulling her eyes .",
"She told me that she was heading for a drink and slipped out of the crowd ."
] |
The old vaulted church was stripped down : there was no cloth on the altar , just a DJ 's toolkit and his beer .
Through the dark , I could see three bolts left in the wall from where they 'd taken down the crucifix .
A confessional too beaten - up to have been sold was shaking in a way that suggested activity inside , and where the pews had been taken out , a couple hundred people were testifying to the DJ 's moving sermon .
Rachel stepped forward into the crowd while I took a moment to drink in the ceiling 's blue - lit , shadowed vault and the light - catching haze from who - knows - what rising between the DJ and the crowd .
There was a terrific echo , each beat reverberating inside of the next , and the old stained - glass windows rattled in their frames .
On the dance floor , people moved with their eyes closed and their hands in the air .
I danced with Rachel for a while , but then something by the bar seemed to be pulling her eyes .
She told me that she was heading for a drink and slipped out of the crowd .
When she had n't come back halfway through the next song , I glanced over at the bar .
It was just a little set - up where someone had stacked a few crates and brought something alcoholic to share , mostly beer .
Rachel was standing with a plastic cup , looking like she was having a conversation , but I could n't see anyone else there .
The next time the crowd split , I saw him .
He stood in front of a blue light , so I could n't see him clearly , but what I saw was memorable .
He wore a jacket of what might have been blue velvet , and his hair gleamed black against his white skin .
The blue haze seemed to stop just shy of his pallor , setting off his striking face without illuminating its details , and his wrists flashed white in the darkness .
He did n't move , just stared and held his drink .
The next time I saw them , his mouth was moving .
She nodded and he took her arm .
I watched them through the crush of dancers as they squeezed along the wall , and the feeling came to me that something was very wrong .
Saturday morning , I woke up and saw that she still had n't come home . | What did Rachel say she was headed for when she was dancing ? || That she does not feel well | 0False
| [
"I danced with Rachel for a while , but then something by the bar seemed to be pulling her eyes .",
"She told me that she was heading for a drink and slipped out of the crowd ."
] |
He continued to lie in place , still breathing heavily .
I tried to keep myself calm .
Then , with a sigh , he said , " I have need of a certain stone that I once possessed .
It would allow me to leave this bed , despite my current illness .
My problem is that it was not made in this realm , but by a human , and only a human may handle it .
The herb vendor will tell you where you can find it .
If you would fetch me this stone , I would tell you what I can . " " Of course we will fetch you the stone , " Nepthys assured him .
" You have our thanks . " Outside , the thing at the herb cart nodded when we mentioned the stone .
He told Nepthys the name of a woman who lived on a certain street , and we set off .
When we reached the street , I expected some sort of temple , or a row of antiquaries , or at least a sleazy , black - market relics merchant .
Instead , it looked like we were in the red - light district : women who probably wanted more than our money eyed us from the alleys .
Nepthys did n't need to warn me not to speak to them .
He took us to the door of a building like a short pagoda that had a sign hanging over it showing a face with hands uplifted , like a saint under G d 's light , and handcuffed .
Inside , the entrance room was hung with bright silks and scattered with velvet cushions .
Sails of obscene orange and a green that insulted springtime hung draped across reds that might have been sensual elsewhere but here were only offensive .
A large woman , similarly decorated , quickly drifted up to us .
" Good evening , gentlemen , " she said .
" May I invite you to have a cup of tea ? " " No , thank you , " said Nepthys , " we regret that we can not take up your kind offer .
Are you the proprietor of this shop ? " " Yes , " answered the woman .
" I am Madame Entera , at your service . | Who can tell me where to find the stone ? || Madame Entera | 0False
| [
"Then , with a sigh , he said , \" I have need of a certain stone that I once possessed .",
"The herb vendor will tell you where you can find it ."
] |
He continued to lie in place , still breathing heavily .
I tried to keep myself calm .
Then , with a sigh , he said , " I have need of a certain stone that I once possessed .
It would allow me to leave this bed , despite my current illness .
My problem is that it was not made in this realm , but by a human , and only a human may handle it .
The herb vendor will tell you where you can find it .
If you would fetch me this stone , I would tell you what I can . " " Of course we will fetch you the stone , " Nepthys assured him .
" You have our thanks . " Outside , the thing at the herb cart nodded when we mentioned the stone .
He told Nepthys the name of a woman who lived on a certain street , and we set off .
When we reached the street , I expected some sort of temple , or a row of antiquaries , or at least a sleazy , black - market relics merchant .
Instead , it looked like we were in the red - light district : women who probably wanted more than our money eyed us from the alleys .
Nepthys did n't need to warn me not to speak to them .
He took us to the door of a building like a short pagoda that had a sign hanging over it showing a face with hands uplifted , like a saint under G d 's light , and handcuffed .
Inside , the entrance room was hung with bright silks and scattered with velvet cushions .
Sails of obscene orange and a green that insulted springtime hung draped across reds that might have been sensual elsewhere but here were only offensive .
A large woman , similarly decorated , quickly drifted up to us .
" Good evening , gentlemen , " she said .
" May I invite you to have a cup of tea ? " " No , thank you , " said Nepthys , " we regret that we can not take up your kind offer .
Are you the proprietor of this shop ? " " Yes , " answered the woman .
" I am Madame Entera , at your service . | Who can tell me where to find the stone ? || The street walkers in the alley | 0False
| [
"Then , with a sigh , he said , \" I have need of a certain stone that I once possessed .",
"The herb vendor will tell you where you can find it ."
] |
He continued to lie in place , still breathing heavily .
I tried to keep myself calm .
Then , with a sigh , he said , " I have need of a certain stone that I once possessed .
It would allow me to leave this bed , despite my current illness .
My problem is that it was not made in this realm , but by a human , and only a human may handle it .
The herb vendor will tell you where you can find it .
If you would fetch me this stone , I would tell you what I can . " " Of course we will fetch you the stone , " Nepthys assured him .
" You have our thanks . " Outside , the thing at the herb cart nodded when we mentioned the stone .
He told Nepthys the name of a woman who lived on a certain street , and we set off .
When we reached the street , I expected some sort of temple , or a row of antiquaries , or at least a sleazy , black - market relics merchant .
Instead , it looked like we were in the red - light district : women who probably wanted more than our money eyed us from the alleys .
Nepthys did n't need to warn me not to speak to them .
He took us to the door of a building like a short pagoda that had a sign hanging over it showing a face with hands uplifted , like a saint under G d 's light , and handcuffed .
Inside , the entrance room was hung with bright silks and scattered with velvet cushions .
Sails of obscene orange and a green that insulted springtime hung draped across reds that might have been sensual elsewhere but here were only offensive .
A large woman , similarly decorated , quickly drifted up to us .
" Good evening , gentlemen , " she said .
" May I invite you to have a cup of tea ? " " No , thank you , " said Nepthys , " we regret that we can not take up your kind offer .
Are you the proprietor of this shop ? " " Yes , " answered the woman .
" I am Madame Entera , at your service . | Who can tell me where to find the stone ? || The Human Nephthys | 0False
| [
"Then , with a sigh , he said , \" I have need of a certain stone that I once possessed .",
"The herb vendor will tell you where you can find it ."
] |
He continued to lie in place , still breathing heavily .
I tried to keep myself calm .
Then , with a sigh , he said , " I have need of a certain stone that I once possessed .
It would allow me to leave this bed , despite my current illness .
My problem is that it was not made in this realm , but by a human , and only a human may handle it .
The herb vendor will tell you where you can find it .
If you would fetch me this stone , I would tell you what I can . " " Of course we will fetch you the stone , " Nepthys assured him .
" You have our thanks . " Outside , the thing at the herb cart nodded when we mentioned the stone .
He told Nepthys the name of a woman who lived on a certain street , and we set off .
When we reached the street , I expected some sort of temple , or a row of antiquaries , or at least a sleazy , black - market relics merchant .
Instead , it looked like we were in the red - light district : women who probably wanted more than our money eyed us from the alleys .
Nepthys did n't need to warn me not to speak to them .
He took us to the door of a building like a short pagoda that had a sign hanging over it showing a face with hands uplifted , like a saint under G d 's light , and handcuffed .
Inside , the entrance room was hung with bright silks and scattered with velvet cushions .
Sails of obscene orange and a green that insulted springtime hung draped across reds that might have been sensual elsewhere but here were only offensive .
A large woman , similarly decorated , quickly drifted up to us .
" Good evening , gentlemen , " she said .
" May I invite you to have a cup of tea ? " " No , thank you , " said Nepthys , " we regret that we can not take up your kind offer .
Are you the proprietor of this shop ? " " Yes , " answered the woman .
" I am Madame Entera , at your service . | Who can tell me where to find the stone ? || The Herb Vendor | 1True
| [
"Then , with a sigh , he said , \" I have need of a certain stone that I once possessed .",
"The herb vendor will tell you where you can find it ."
] |
He continued to lie in place , still breathing heavily .
I tried to keep myself calm .
Then , with a sigh , he said , " I have need of a certain stone that I once possessed .
It would allow me to leave this bed , despite my current illness .
My problem is that it was not made in this realm , but by a human , and only a human may handle it .
The herb vendor will tell you where you can find it .
If you would fetch me this stone , I would tell you what I can . " " Of course we will fetch you the stone , " Nepthys assured him .
" You have our thanks . " Outside , the thing at the herb cart nodded when we mentioned the stone .
He told Nepthys the name of a woman who lived on a certain street , and we set off .
When we reached the street , I expected some sort of temple , or a row of antiquaries , or at least a sleazy , black - market relics merchant .
Instead , it looked like we were in the red - light district : women who probably wanted more than our money eyed us from the alleys .
Nepthys did n't need to warn me not to speak to them .
He took us to the door of a building like a short pagoda that had a sign hanging over it showing a face with hands uplifted , like a saint under G d 's light , and handcuffed .
Inside , the entrance room was hung with bright silks and scattered with velvet cushions .
Sails of obscene orange and a green that insulted springtime hung draped across reds that might have been sensual elsewhere but here were only offensive .
A large woman , similarly decorated , quickly drifted up to us .
" Good evening , gentlemen , " she said .
" May I invite you to have a cup of tea ? " " No , thank you , " said Nepthys , " we regret that we can not take up your kind offer .
Are you the proprietor of this shop ? " " Yes , " answered the woman .
" I am Madame Entera , at your service . | Who can tell me where to find the stone ? || The Herb Cart Vendor | 1True
| [
"Then , with a sigh , he said , \" I have need of a certain stone that I once possessed .",
"The herb vendor will tell you where you can find it ."
] |
He continued to lie in place , still breathing heavily .
I tried to keep myself calm .
Then , with a sigh , he said , " I have need of a certain stone that I once possessed .
It would allow me to leave this bed , despite my current illness .
My problem is that it was not made in this realm , but by a human , and only a human may handle it .
The herb vendor will tell you where you can find it .
If you would fetch me this stone , I would tell you what I can . " " Of course we will fetch you the stone , " Nepthys assured him .
" You have our thanks . " Outside , the thing at the herb cart nodded when we mentioned the stone .
He told Nepthys the name of a woman who lived on a certain street , and we set off .
When we reached the street , I expected some sort of temple , or a row of antiquaries , or at least a sleazy , black - market relics merchant .
Instead , it looked like we were in the red - light district : women who probably wanted more than our money eyed us from the alleys .
Nepthys did n't need to warn me not to speak to them .
He took us to the door of a building like a short pagoda that had a sign hanging over it showing a face with hands uplifted , like a saint under G d 's light , and handcuffed .
Inside , the entrance room was hung with bright silks and scattered with velvet cushions .
Sails of obscene orange and a green that insulted springtime hung draped across reds that might have been sensual elsewhere but here were only offensive .
A large woman , similarly decorated , quickly drifted up to us .
" Good evening , gentlemen , " she said .
" May I invite you to have a cup of tea ? " " No , thank you , " said Nepthys , " we regret that we can not take up your kind offer .
Are you the proprietor of this shop ? " " Yes , " answered the woman .
" I am Madame Entera , at your service . | What does the speaker need to leave the bed ? || Needs to be certains to come out of bed | 0False
| [
"Then , with a sigh , he said , \" I have need of a certain stone that I once possessed .",
"It would allow me to leave this bed , despite my current illness ."
] |
He continued to lie in place , still breathing heavily .
I tried to keep myself calm .
Then , with a sigh , he said , " I have need of a certain stone that I once possessed .
It would allow me to leave this bed , despite my current illness .
My problem is that it was not made in this realm , but by a human , and only a human may handle it .
The herb vendor will tell you where you can find it .
If you would fetch me this stone , I would tell you what I can . " " Of course we will fetch you the stone , " Nepthys assured him .
" You have our thanks . " Outside , the thing at the herb cart nodded when we mentioned the stone .
He told Nepthys the name of a woman who lived on a certain street , and we set off .
When we reached the street , I expected some sort of temple , or a row of antiquaries , or at least a sleazy , black - market relics merchant .
Instead , it looked like we were in the red - light district : women who probably wanted more than our money eyed us from the alleys .
Nepthys did n't need to warn me not to speak to them .
He took us to the door of a building like a short pagoda that had a sign hanging over it showing a face with hands uplifted , like a saint under G d 's light , and handcuffed .
Inside , the entrance room was hung with bright silks and scattered with velvet cushions .
Sails of obscene orange and a green that insulted springtime hung draped across reds that might have been sensual elsewhere but here were only offensive .
A large woman , similarly decorated , quickly drifted up to us .
" Good evening , gentlemen , " she said .
" May I invite you to have a cup of tea ? " " No , thank you , " said Nepthys , " we regret that we can not take up your kind offer .
Are you the proprietor of this shop ? " " Yes , " answered the woman .
" I am Madame Entera , at your service . | What does the speaker need to leave the bed ? || A beautiful woman | 0False
| [
"Then , with a sigh , he said , \" I have need of a certain stone that I once possessed .",
"It would allow me to leave this bed , despite my current illness ."
] |
He continued to lie in place , still breathing heavily .
I tried to keep myself calm .
Then , with a sigh , he said , " I have need of a certain stone that I once possessed .
It would allow me to leave this bed , despite my current illness .
My problem is that it was not made in this realm , but by a human , and only a human may handle it .
The herb vendor will tell you where you can find it .
If you would fetch me this stone , I would tell you what I can . " " Of course we will fetch you the stone , " Nepthys assured him .
" You have our thanks . " Outside , the thing at the herb cart nodded when we mentioned the stone .
He told Nepthys the name of a woman who lived on a certain street , and we set off .
When we reached the street , I expected some sort of temple , or a row of antiquaries , or at least a sleazy , black - market relics merchant .
Instead , it looked like we were in the red - light district : women who probably wanted more than our money eyed us from the alleys .
Nepthys did n't need to warn me not to speak to them .
He took us to the door of a building like a short pagoda that had a sign hanging over it showing a face with hands uplifted , like a saint under G d 's light , and handcuffed .
Inside , the entrance room was hung with bright silks and scattered with velvet cushions .
Sails of obscene orange and a green that insulted springtime hung draped across reds that might have been sensual elsewhere but here were only offensive .
A large woman , similarly decorated , quickly drifted up to us .
" Good evening , gentlemen , " she said .
" May I invite you to have a cup of tea ? " " No , thank you , " said Nepthys , " we regret that we can not take up your kind offer .
Are you the proprietor of this shop ? " " Yes , " answered the woman .
" I am Madame Entera , at your service . | What does the speaker need to leave the bed ? || A certain stone | 1True
| [
"Then , with a sigh , he said , \" I have need of a certain stone that I once possessed .",
"It would allow me to leave this bed , despite my current illness ."
] |
He continued to lie in place , still breathing heavily .
I tried to keep myself calm .
Then , with a sigh , he said , " I have need of a certain stone that I once possessed .
It would allow me to leave this bed , despite my current illness .
My problem is that it was not made in this realm , but by a human , and only a human may handle it .
The herb vendor will tell you where you can find it .
If you would fetch me this stone , I would tell you what I can . " " Of course we will fetch you the stone , " Nepthys assured him .
" You have our thanks . " Outside , the thing at the herb cart nodded when we mentioned the stone .
He told Nepthys the name of a woman who lived on a certain street , and we set off .
When we reached the street , I expected some sort of temple , or a row of antiquaries , or at least a sleazy , black - market relics merchant .
Instead , it looked like we were in the red - light district : women who probably wanted more than our money eyed us from the alleys .
Nepthys did n't need to warn me not to speak to them .
He took us to the door of a building like a short pagoda that had a sign hanging over it showing a face with hands uplifted , like a saint under G d 's light , and handcuffed .
Inside , the entrance room was hung with bright silks and scattered with velvet cushions .
Sails of obscene orange and a green that insulted springtime hung draped across reds that might have been sensual elsewhere but here were only offensive .
A large woman , similarly decorated , quickly drifted up to us .
" Good evening , gentlemen , " she said .
" May I invite you to have a cup of tea ? " " No , thank you , " said Nepthys , " we regret that we can not take up your kind offer .
Are you the proprietor of this shop ? " " Yes , " answered the woman .
" I am Madame Entera , at your service . | What does the speaker need to leave the bed ? || The cure for his illness | 0False
| [
"Then , with a sigh , he said , \" I have need of a certain stone that I once possessed .",
"It would allow me to leave this bed , despite my current illness ."
] |
He continued to lie in place , still breathing heavily .
I tried to keep myself calm .
Then , with a sigh , he said , " I have need of a certain stone that I once possessed .
It would allow me to leave this bed , despite my current illness .
My problem is that it was not made in this realm , but by a human , and only a human may handle it .
The herb vendor will tell you where you can find it .
If you would fetch me this stone , I would tell you what I can . " " Of course we will fetch you the stone , " Nepthys assured him .
" You have our thanks . " Outside , the thing at the herb cart nodded when we mentioned the stone .
He told Nepthys the name of a woman who lived on a certain street , and we set off .
When we reached the street , I expected some sort of temple , or a row of antiquaries , or at least a sleazy , black - market relics merchant .
Instead , it looked like we were in the red - light district : women who probably wanted more than our money eyed us from the alleys .
Nepthys did n't need to warn me not to speak to them .
He took us to the door of a building like a short pagoda that had a sign hanging over it showing a face with hands uplifted , like a saint under G d 's light , and handcuffed .
Inside , the entrance room was hung with bright silks and scattered with velvet cushions .
Sails of obscene orange and a green that insulted springtime hung draped across reds that might have been sensual elsewhere but here were only offensive .
A large woman , similarly decorated , quickly drifted up to us .
" Good evening , gentlemen , " she said .
" May I invite you to have a cup of tea ? " " No , thank you , " said Nepthys , " we regret that we can not take up your kind offer .
Are you the proprietor of this shop ? " " Yes , " answered the woman .
" I am Madame Entera , at your service . | How was Madame Entera dressed ? || Like a ship on full sales | 0False
| [
"Inside , the entrance room was hung with bright silks and scattered with velvet cushions .",
"Sails of obscene orange and a green that insulted springtime hung draped across reds that might have been sensual elsewhere but here were only offensive .",
"A large woman , similarly decorated , quickly drifted up to us .",
"\" I am Madame Entera , at your service ."
] |
He continued to lie in place , still breathing heavily .
I tried to keep myself calm .
Then , with a sigh , he said , " I have need of a certain stone that I once possessed .
It would allow me to leave this bed , despite my current illness .
My problem is that it was not made in this realm , but by a human , and only a human may handle it .
The herb vendor will tell you where you can find it .
If you would fetch me this stone , I would tell you what I can . " " Of course we will fetch you the stone , " Nepthys assured him .
" You have our thanks . " Outside , the thing at the herb cart nodded when we mentioned the stone .
He told Nepthys the name of a woman who lived on a certain street , and we set off .
When we reached the street , I expected some sort of temple , or a row of antiquaries , or at least a sleazy , black - market relics merchant .
Instead , it looked like we were in the red - light district : women who probably wanted more than our money eyed us from the alleys .
Nepthys did n't need to warn me not to speak to them .
He took us to the door of a building like a short pagoda that had a sign hanging over it showing a face with hands uplifted , like a saint under G d 's light , and handcuffed .
Inside , the entrance room was hung with bright silks and scattered with velvet cushions .
Sails of obscene orange and a green that insulted springtime hung draped across reds that might have been sensual elsewhere but here were only offensive .
A large woman , similarly decorated , quickly drifted up to us .
" Good evening , gentlemen , " she said .
" May I invite you to have a cup of tea ? " " No , thank you , " said Nepthys , " we regret that we can not take up your kind offer .
Are you the proprietor of this shop ? " " Yes , " answered the woman .
" I am Madame Entera , at your service . | How was Madame Entera dressed ? || In orange, green draped across reds | 1True
| [
"Inside , the entrance room was hung with bright silks and scattered with velvet cushions .",
"Sails of obscene orange and a green that insulted springtime hung draped across reds that might have been sensual elsewhere but here were only offensive .",
"A large woman , similarly decorated , quickly drifted up to us .",
"\" I am Madame Entera , at your service ."
] |
He continued to lie in place , still breathing heavily .
I tried to keep myself calm .
Then , with a sigh , he said , " I have need of a certain stone that I once possessed .
It would allow me to leave this bed , despite my current illness .
My problem is that it was not made in this realm , but by a human , and only a human may handle it .
The herb vendor will tell you where you can find it .
If you would fetch me this stone , I would tell you what I can . " " Of course we will fetch you the stone , " Nepthys assured him .
" You have our thanks . " Outside , the thing at the herb cart nodded when we mentioned the stone .
He told Nepthys the name of a woman who lived on a certain street , and we set off .
When we reached the street , I expected some sort of temple , or a row of antiquaries , or at least a sleazy , black - market relics merchant .
Instead , it looked like we were in the red - light district : women who probably wanted more than our money eyed us from the alleys .
Nepthys did n't need to warn me not to speak to them .
He took us to the door of a building like a short pagoda that had a sign hanging over it showing a face with hands uplifted , like a saint under G d 's light , and handcuffed .
Inside , the entrance room was hung with bright silks and scattered with velvet cushions .
Sails of obscene orange and a green that insulted springtime hung draped across reds that might have been sensual elsewhere but here were only offensive .
A large woman , similarly decorated , quickly drifted up to us .
" Good evening , gentlemen , " she said .
" May I invite you to have a cup of tea ? " " No , thank you , " said Nepthys , " we regret that we can not take up your kind offer .
Are you the proprietor of this shop ? " " Yes , " answered the woman .
" I am Madame Entera , at your service . | How was Madame Entera dressed ? || In colors that could look sensual | 0False
| [
"Inside , the entrance room was hung with bright silks and scattered with velvet cushions .",
"Sails of obscene orange and a green that insulted springtime hung draped across reds that might have been sensual elsewhere but here were only offensive .",
"A large woman , similarly decorated , quickly drifted up to us .",
"\" I am Madame Entera , at your service ."
] |
He continued to lie in place , still breathing heavily .
I tried to keep myself calm .
Then , with a sigh , he said , " I have need of a certain stone that I once possessed .
It would allow me to leave this bed , despite my current illness .
My problem is that it was not made in this realm , but by a human , and only a human may handle it .
The herb vendor will tell you where you can find it .
If you would fetch me this stone , I would tell you what I can . " " Of course we will fetch you the stone , " Nepthys assured him .
" You have our thanks . " Outside , the thing at the herb cart nodded when we mentioned the stone .
He told Nepthys the name of a woman who lived on a certain street , and we set off .
When we reached the street , I expected some sort of temple , or a row of antiquaries , or at least a sleazy , black - market relics merchant .
Instead , it looked like we were in the red - light district : women who probably wanted more than our money eyed us from the alleys .
Nepthys did n't need to warn me not to speak to them .
He took us to the door of a building like a short pagoda that had a sign hanging over it showing a face with hands uplifted , like a saint under G d 's light , and handcuffed .
Inside , the entrance room was hung with bright silks and scattered with velvet cushions .
Sails of obscene orange and a green that insulted springtime hung draped across reds that might have been sensual elsewhere but here were only offensive .
A large woman , similarly decorated , quickly drifted up to us .
" Good evening , gentlemen , " she said .
" May I invite you to have a cup of tea ? " " No , thank you , " said Nepthys , " we regret that we can not take up your kind offer .
Are you the proprietor of this shop ? " " Yes , " answered the woman .
" I am Madame Entera , at your service . | How was Madame Entera dressed ? || Believed | 0False
| [
"Inside , the entrance room was hung with bright silks and scattered with velvet cushions .",
"Sails of obscene orange and a green that insulted springtime hung draped across reds that might have been sensual elsewhere but here were only offensive .",
"A large woman , similarly decorated , quickly drifted up to us .",
"\" I am Madame Entera , at your service ."
] |
He continued to lie in place , still breathing heavily .
I tried to keep myself calm .
Then , with a sigh , he said , " I have need of a certain stone that I once possessed .
It would allow me to leave this bed , despite my current illness .
My problem is that it was not made in this realm , but by a human , and only a human may handle it .
The herb vendor will tell you where you can find it .
If you would fetch me this stone , I would tell you what I can . " " Of course we will fetch you the stone , " Nepthys assured him .
" You have our thanks . " Outside , the thing at the herb cart nodded when we mentioned the stone .
He told Nepthys the name of a woman who lived on a certain street , and we set off .
When we reached the street , I expected some sort of temple , or a row of antiquaries , or at least a sleazy , black - market relics merchant .
Instead , it looked like we were in the red - light district : women who probably wanted more than our money eyed us from the alleys .
Nepthys did n't need to warn me not to speak to them .
He took us to the door of a building like a short pagoda that had a sign hanging over it showing a face with hands uplifted , like a saint under G d 's light , and handcuffed .
Inside , the entrance room was hung with bright silks and scattered with velvet cushions .
Sails of obscene orange and a green that insulted springtime hung draped across reds that might have been sensual elsewhere but here were only offensive .
A large woman , similarly decorated , quickly drifted up to us .
" Good evening , gentlemen , " she said .
" May I invite you to have a cup of tea ? " " No , thank you , " said Nepthys , " we regret that we can not take up your kind offer .
Are you the proprietor of this shop ? " " Yes , " answered the woman .
" I am Madame Entera , at your service . | How was Madame Entera dressed ? || Similarly to the obscene orange and green sails in the entrance room | 1True
| [
"Inside , the entrance room was hung with bright silks and scattered with velvet cushions .",
"Sails of obscene orange and a green that insulted springtime hung draped across reds that might have been sensual elsewhere but here were only offensive .",
"A large woman , similarly decorated , quickly drifted up to us .",
"\" I am Madame Entera , at your service ."
] |
He continued to lie in place , still breathing heavily .
I tried to keep myself calm .
Then , with a sigh , he said , " I have need of a certain stone that I once possessed .
It would allow me to leave this bed , despite my current illness .
My problem is that it was not made in this realm , but by a human , and only a human may handle it .
The herb vendor will tell you where you can find it .
If you would fetch me this stone , I would tell you what I can . " " Of course we will fetch you the stone , " Nepthys assured him .
" You have our thanks . " Outside , the thing at the herb cart nodded when we mentioned the stone .
He told Nepthys the name of a woman who lived on a certain street , and we set off .
When we reached the street , I expected some sort of temple , or a row of antiquaries , or at least a sleazy , black - market relics merchant .
Instead , it looked like we were in the red - light district : women who probably wanted more than our money eyed us from the alleys .
Nepthys did n't need to warn me not to speak to them .
He took us to the door of a building like a short pagoda that had a sign hanging over it showing a face with hands uplifted , like a saint under G d 's light , and handcuffed .
Inside , the entrance room was hung with bright silks and scattered with velvet cushions .
Sails of obscene orange and a green that insulted springtime hung draped across reds that might have been sensual elsewhere but here were only offensive .
A large woman , similarly decorated , quickly drifted up to us .
" Good evening , gentlemen , " she said .
" May I invite you to have a cup of tea ? " " No , thank you , " said Nepthys , " we regret that we can not take up your kind offer .
Are you the proprietor of this shop ? " " Yes , " answered the woman .
" I am Madame Entera , at your service . | How was Madame Entera dressed ? || In the colors that would have insulted spring | 1True
| [
"Inside , the entrance room was hung with bright silks and scattered with velvet cushions .",
"Sails of obscene orange and a green that insulted springtime hung draped across reds that might have been sensual elsewhere but here were only offensive .",
"A large woman , similarly decorated , quickly drifted up to us .",
"\" I am Madame Entera , at your service ."
] |
He continued to lie in place , still breathing heavily .
I tried to keep myself calm .
Then , with a sigh , he said , " I have need of a certain stone that I once possessed .
It would allow me to leave this bed , despite my current illness .
My problem is that it was not made in this realm , but by a human , and only a human may handle it .
The herb vendor will tell you where you can find it .
If you would fetch me this stone , I would tell you what I can . " " Of course we will fetch you the stone , " Nepthys assured him .
" You have our thanks . " Outside , the thing at the herb cart nodded when we mentioned the stone .
He told Nepthys the name of a woman who lived on a certain street , and we set off .
When we reached the street , I expected some sort of temple , or a row of antiquaries , or at least a sleazy , black - market relics merchant .
Instead , it looked like we were in the red - light district : women who probably wanted more than our money eyed us from the alleys .
Nepthys did n't need to warn me not to speak to them .
He took us to the door of a building like a short pagoda that had a sign hanging over it showing a face with hands uplifted , like a saint under G d 's light , and handcuffed .
Inside , the entrance room was hung with bright silks and scattered with velvet cushions .
Sails of obscene orange and a green that insulted springtime hung draped across reds that might have been sensual elsewhere but here were only offensive .
A large woman , similarly decorated , quickly drifted up to us .
" Good evening , gentlemen , " she said .
" May I invite you to have a cup of tea ? " " No , thank you , " said Nepthys , " we regret that we can not take up your kind offer .
Are you the proprietor of this shop ? " " Yes , " answered the woman .
" I am Madame Entera , at your service . | How was Madame Entera dressed ? || Sensual | 0False
| [
"Inside , the entrance room was hung with bright silks and scattered with velvet cushions .",
"Sails of obscene orange and a green that insulted springtime hung draped across reds that might have been sensual elsewhere but here were only offensive .",
"A large woman , similarly decorated , quickly drifted up to us .",
"\" I am Madame Entera , at your service ."
] |
He continued to lie in place , still breathing heavily .
I tried to keep myself calm .
Then , with a sigh , he said , " I have need of a certain stone that I once possessed .
It would allow me to leave this bed , despite my current illness .
My problem is that it was not made in this realm , but by a human , and only a human may handle it .
The herb vendor will tell you where you can find it .
If you would fetch me this stone , I would tell you what I can . " " Of course we will fetch you the stone , " Nepthys assured him .
" You have our thanks . " Outside , the thing at the herb cart nodded when we mentioned the stone .
He told Nepthys the name of a woman who lived on a certain street , and we set off .
When we reached the street , I expected some sort of temple , or a row of antiquaries , or at least a sleazy , black - market relics merchant .
Instead , it looked like we were in the red - light district : women who probably wanted more than our money eyed us from the alleys .
Nepthys did n't need to warn me not to speak to them .
He took us to the door of a building like a short pagoda that had a sign hanging over it showing a face with hands uplifted , like a saint under G d 's light , and handcuffed .
Inside , the entrance room was hung with bright silks and scattered with velvet cushions .
Sails of obscene orange and a green that insulted springtime hung draped across reds that might have been sensual elsewhere but here were only offensive .
A large woman , similarly decorated , quickly drifted up to us .
" Good evening , gentlemen , " she said .
" May I invite you to have a cup of tea ? " " No , thank you , " said Nepthys , " we regret that we can not take up your kind offer .
Are you the proprietor of this shop ? " " Yes , " answered the woman .
" I am Madame Entera , at your service . | Who can handle the stone ? || Anyone can handle it | 0False
| [
"Then , with a sigh , he said , \" I have need of a certain stone that I once possessed .",
"My problem is that it was not made in this realm , but by a human , and only a human may handle it ."
] |
He continued to lie in place , still breathing heavily .
I tried to keep myself calm .
Then , with a sigh , he said , " I have need of a certain stone that I once possessed .
It would allow me to leave this bed , despite my current illness .
My problem is that it was not made in this realm , but by a human , and only a human may handle it .
The herb vendor will tell you where you can find it .
If you would fetch me this stone , I would tell you what I can . " " Of course we will fetch you the stone , " Nepthys assured him .
" You have our thanks . " Outside , the thing at the herb cart nodded when we mentioned the stone .
He told Nepthys the name of a woman who lived on a certain street , and we set off .
When we reached the street , I expected some sort of temple , or a row of antiquaries , or at least a sleazy , black - market relics merchant .
Instead , it looked like we were in the red - light district : women who probably wanted more than our money eyed us from the alleys .
Nepthys did n't need to warn me not to speak to them .
He took us to the door of a building like a short pagoda that had a sign hanging over it showing a face with hands uplifted , like a saint under G d 's light , and handcuffed .
Inside , the entrance room was hung with bright silks and scattered with velvet cushions .
Sails of obscene orange and a green that insulted springtime hung draped across reds that might have been sensual elsewhere but here were only offensive .
A large woman , similarly decorated , quickly drifted up to us .
" Good evening , gentlemen , " she said .
" May I invite you to have a cup of tea ? " " No , thank you , " said Nepthys , " we regret that we can not take up your kind offer .
Are you the proprietor of this shop ? " " Yes , " answered the woman .
" I am Madame Entera , at your service . | Who can handle the stone ? || The Herb Cart Vender | 0False
| [
"Then , with a sigh , he said , \" I have need of a certain stone that I once possessed .",
"My problem is that it was not made in this realm , but by a human , and only a human may handle it ."
] |
He continued to lie in place , still breathing heavily .
I tried to keep myself calm .
Then , with a sigh , he said , " I have need of a certain stone that I once possessed .
It would allow me to leave this bed , despite my current illness .
My problem is that it was not made in this realm , but by a human , and only a human may handle it .
The herb vendor will tell you where you can find it .
If you would fetch me this stone , I would tell you what I can . " " Of course we will fetch you the stone , " Nepthys assured him .
" You have our thanks . " Outside , the thing at the herb cart nodded when we mentioned the stone .
He told Nepthys the name of a woman who lived on a certain street , and we set off .
When we reached the street , I expected some sort of temple , or a row of antiquaries , or at least a sleazy , black - market relics merchant .
Instead , it looked like we were in the red - light district : women who probably wanted more than our money eyed us from the alleys .
Nepthys did n't need to warn me not to speak to them .
He took us to the door of a building like a short pagoda that had a sign hanging over it showing a face with hands uplifted , like a saint under G d 's light , and handcuffed .
Inside , the entrance room was hung with bright silks and scattered with velvet cushions .
Sails of obscene orange and a green that insulted springtime hung draped across reds that might have been sensual elsewhere but here were only offensive .
A large woman , similarly decorated , quickly drifted up to us .
" Good evening , gentlemen , " she said .
" May I invite you to have a cup of tea ? " " No , thank you , " said Nepthys , " we regret that we can not take up your kind offer .
Are you the proprietor of this shop ? " " Yes , " answered the woman .
" I am Madame Entera , at your service . | Who can handle the stone ? || Only a human can handle it | 1True
| [
"Then , with a sigh , he said , \" I have need of a certain stone that I once possessed .",
"My problem is that it was not made in this realm , but by a human , and only a human may handle it ."
] |
He continued to lie in place , still breathing heavily .
I tried to keep myself calm .
Then , with a sigh , he said , " I have need of a certain stone that I once possessed .
It would allow me to leave this bed , despite my current illness .
My problem is that it was not made in this realm , but by a human , and only a human may handle it .
The herb vendor will tell you where you can find it .
If you would fetch me this stone , I would tell you what I can . " " Of course we will fetch you the stone , " Nepthys assured him .
" You have our thanks . " Outside , the thing at the herb cart nodded when we mentioned the stone .
He told Nepthys the name of a woman who lived on a certain street , and we set off .
When we reached the street , I expected some sort of temple , or a row of antiquaries , or at least a sleazy , black - market relics merchant .
Instead , it looked like we were in the red - light district : women who probably wanted more than our money eyed us from the alleys .
Nepthys did n't need to warn me not to speak to them .
He took us to the door of a building like a short pagoda that had a sign hanging over it showing a face with hands uplifted , like a saint under G d 's light , and handcuffed .
Inside , the entrance room was hung with bright silks and scattered with velvet cushions .
Sails of obscene orange and a green that insulted springtime hung draped across reds that might have been sensual elsewhere but here were only offensive .
A large woman , similarly decorated , quickly drifted up to us .
" Good evening , gentlemen , " she said .
" May I invite you to have a cup of tea ? " " No , thank you , " said Nepthys , " we regret that we can not take up your kind offer .
Are you the proprietor of this shop ? " " Yes , " answered the woman .
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| [
"Then , with a sigh , he said , \" I have need of a certain stone that I once possessed .",
"My problem is that it was not made in this realm , but by a human , and only a human may handle it ."
] |
He continued to lie in place , still breathing heavily .
I tried to keep myself calm .
Then , with a sigh , he said , " I have need of a certain stone that I once possessed .
It would allow me to leave this bed , despite my current illness .
My problem is that it was not made in this realm , but by a human , and only a human may handle it .
The herb vendor will tell you where you can find it .
If you would fetch me this stone , I would tell you what I can . " " Of course we will fetch you the stone , " Nepthys assured him .
" You have our thanks . " Outside , the thing at the herb cart nodded when we mentioned the stone .
He told Nepthys the name of a woman who lived on a certain street , and we set off .
When we reached the street , I expected some sort of temple , or a row of antiquaries , or at least a sleazy , black - market relics merchant .
Instead , it looked like we were in the red - light district : women who probably wanted more than our money eyed us from the alleys .
Nepthys did n't need to warn me not to speak to them .
He took us to the door of a building like a short pagoda that had a sign hanging over it showing a face with hands uplifted , like a saint under G d 's light , and handcuffed .
Inside , the entrance room was hung with bright silks and scattered with velvet cushions .
Sails of obscene orange and a green that insulted springtime hung draped across reds that might have been sensual elsewhere but here were only offensive .
A large woman , similarly decorated , quickly drifted up to us .
" Good evening , gentlemen , " she said .
" May I invite you to have a cup of tea ? " " No , thank you , " said Nepthys , " we regret that we can not take up your kind offer .
Are you the proprietor of this shop ? " " Yes , " answered the woman .
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| [
"Then , with a sigh , he said , \" I have need of a certain stone that I once possessed .",
"My problem is that it was not made in this realm , but by a human , and only a human may handle it ."
] |
He continued to lie in place , still breathing heavily .
I tried to keep myself calm .
Then , with a sigh , he said , " I have need of a certain stone that I once possessed .
It would allow me to leave this bed , despite my current illness .
My problem is that it was not made in this realm , but by a human , and only a human may handle it .
The herb vendor will tell you where you can find it .
If you would fetch me this stone , I would tell you what I can . " " Of course we will fetch you the stone , " Nepthys assured him .
" You have our thanks . " Outside , the thing at the herb cart nodded when we mentioned the stone .
He told Nepthys the name of a woman who lived on a certain street , and we set off .
When we reached the street , I expected some sort of temple , or a row of antiquaries , or at least a sleazy , black - market relics merchant .
Instead , it looked like we were in the red - light district : women who probably wanted more than our money eyed us from the alleys .
Nepthys did n't need to warn me not to speak to them .
He took us to the door of a building like a short pagoda that had a sign hanging over it showing a face with hands uplifted , like a saint under G d 's light , and handcuffed .
Inside , the entrance room was hung with bright silks and scattered with velvet cushions .
Sails of obscene orange and a green that insulted springtime hung draped across reds that might have been sensual elsewhere but here were only offensive .
A large woman , similarly decorated , quickly drifted up to us .
" Good evening , gentlemen , " she said .
" May I invite you to have a cup of tea ? " " No , thank you , " said Nepthys , " we regret that we can not take up your kind offer .
Are you the proprietor of this shop ? " " Yes , " answered the woman .
" I am Madame Entera , at your service . | Who can handle the stone ? || A Human | 1True
| [
"Then , with a sigh , he said , \" I have need of a certain stone that I once possessed .",
"My problem is that it was not made in this realm , but by a human , and only a human may handle it ."
] |
He continued to lie in place , still breathing heavily .
I tried to keep myself calm .
Then , with a sigh , he said , " I have need of a certain stone that I once possessed .
It would allow me to leave this bed , despite my current illness .
My problem is that it was not made in this realm , but by a human , and only a human may handle it .
The herb vendor will tell you where you can find it .
If you would fetch me this stone , I would tell you what I can . " " Of course we will fetch you the stone , " Nepthys assured him .
" You have our thanks . " Outside , the thing at the herb cart nodded when we mentioned the stone .
He told Nepthys the name of a woman who lived on a certain street , and we set off .
When we reached the street , I expected some sort of temple , or a row of antiquaries , or at least a sleazy , black - market relics merchant .
Instead , it looked like we were in the red - light district : women who probably wanted more than our money eyed us from the alleys .
Nepthys did n't need to warn me not to speak to them .
He took us to the door of a building like a short pagoda that had a sign hanging over it showing a face with hands uplifted , like a saint under G d 's light , and handcuffed .
Inside , the entrance room was hung with bright silks and scattered with velvet cushions .
Sails of obscene orange and a green that insulted springtime hung draped across reds that might have been sensual elsewhere but here were only offensive .
A large woman , similarly decorated , quickly drifted up to us .
" Good evening , gentlemen , " she said .
" May I invite you to have a cup of tea ? " " No , thank you , " said Nepthys , " we regret that we can not take up your kind offer .
Are you the proprietor of this shop ? " " Yes , " answered the woman .
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| [
"Are you the proprietor of this shop ? \" \" Yes , \" answered the woman .",
"\" I am Madame Entera , at your service ."
] |
He continued to lie in place , still breathing heavily .
I tried to keep myself calm .
Then , with a sigh , he said , " I have need of a certain stone that I once possessed .
It would allow me to leave this bed , despite my current illness .
My problem is that it was not made in this realm , but by a human , and only a human may handle it .
The herb vendor will tell you where you can find it .
If you would fetch me this stone , I would tell you what I can . " " Of course we will fetch you the stone , " Nepthys assured him .
" You have our thanks . " Outside , the thing at the herb cart nodded when we mentioned the stone .
He told Nepthys the name of a woman who lived on a certain street , and we set off .
When we reached the street , I expected some sort of temple , or a row of antiquaries , or at least a sleazy , black - market relics merchant .
Instead , it looked like we were in the red - light district : women who probably wanted more than our money eyed us from the alleys .
Nepthys did n't need to warn me not to speak to them .
He took us to the door of a building like a short pagoda that had a sign hanging over it showing a face with hands uplifted , like a saint under G d 's light , and handcuffed .
Inside , the entrance room was hung with bright silks and scattered with velvet cushions .
Sails of obscene orange and a green that insulted springtime hung draped across reds that might have been sensual elsewhere but here were only offensive .
A large woman , similarly decorated , quickly drifted up to us .
" Good evening , gentlemen , " she said .
" May I invite you to have a cup of tea ? " " No , thank you , " said Nepthys , " we regret that we can not take up your kind offer .
Are you the proprietor of this shop ? " " Yes , " answered the woman .
" I am Madame Entera , at your service . | Who is Madame Entera ? || Predator | 0False
| [
"Are you the proprietor of this shop ? \" \" Yes , \" answered the woman .",
"\" I am Madame Entera , at your service ."
] |
He continued to lie in place , still breathing heavily .
I tried to keep myself calm .
Then , with a sigh , he said , " I have need of a certain stone that I once possessed .
It would allow me to leave this bed , despite my current illness .
My problem is that it was not made in this realm , but by a human , and only a human may handle it .
The herb vendor will tell you where you can find it .
If you would fetch me this stone , I would tell you what I can . " " Of course we will fetch you the stone , " Nepthys assured him .
" You have our thanks . " Outside , the thing at the herb cart nodded when we mentioned the stone .
He told Nepthys the name of a woman who lived on a certain street , and we set off .
When we reached the street , I expected some sort of temple , or a row of antiquaries , or at least a sleazy , black - market relics merchant .
Instead , it looked like we were in the red - light district : women who probably wanted more than our money eyed us from the alleys .
Nepthys did n't need to warn me not to speak to them .
He took us to the door of a building like a short pagoda that had a sign hanging over it showing a face with hands uplifted , like a saint under G d 's light , and handcuffed .
Inside , the entrance room was hung with bright silks and scattered with velvet cushions .
Sails of obscene orange and a green that insulted springtime hung draped across reds that might have been sensual elsewhere but here were only offensive .
A large woman , similarly decorated , quickly drifted up to us .
" Good evening , gentlemen , " she said .
" May I invite you to have a cup of tea ? " " No , thank you , " said Nepthys , " we regret that we can not take up your kind offer .
Are you the proprietor of this shop ? " " Yes , " answered the woman .
" I am Madame Entera , at your service . | Who is Madame Entera ? || The Large woman | 1True
| [
"Are you the proprietor of this shop ? \" \" Yes , \" answered the woman .",
"\" I am Madame Entera , at your service ."
] |
He continued to lie in place , still breathing heavily .
I tried to keep myself calm .
Then , with a sigh , he said , " I have need of a certain stone that I once possessed .
It would allow me to leave this bed , despite my current illness .
My problem is that it was not made in this realm , but by a human , and only a human may handle it .
The herb vendor will tell you where you can find it .
If you would fetch me this stone , I would tell you what I can . " " Of course we will fetch you the stone , " Nepthys assured him .
" You have our thanks . " Outside , the thing at the herb cart nodded when we mentioned the stone .
He told Nepthys the name of a woman who lived on a certain street , and we set off .
When we reached the street , I expected some sort of temple , or a row of antiquaries , or at least a sleazy , black - market relics merchant .
Instead , it looked like we were in the red - light district : women who probably wanted more than our money eyed us from the alleys .
Nepthys did n't need to warn me not to speak to them .
He took us to the door of a building like a short pagoda that had a sign hanging over it showing a face with hands uplifted , like a saint under G d 's light , and handcuffed .
Inside , the entrance room was hung with bright silks and scattered with velvet cushions .
Sails of obscene orange and a green that insulted springtime hung draped across reds that might have been sensual elsewhere but here were only offensive .
A large woman , similarly decorated , quickly drifted up to us .
" Good evening , gentlemen , " she said .
" May I invite you to have a cup of tea ? " " No , thank you , " said Nepthys , " we regret that we can not take up your kind offer .
Are you the proprietor of this shop ? " " Yes , " answered the woman .
" I am Madame Entera , at your service . | Who is Madame Entera ? || The Herb cart vender | 0False
| [
"Are you the proprietor of this shop ? \" \" Yes , \" answered the woman .",
"\" I am Madame Entera , at your service ."
] |
He continued to lie in place , still breathing heavily .
I tried to keep myself calm .
Then , with a sigh , he said , " I have need of a certain stone that I once possessed .
It would allow me to leave this bed , despite my current illness .
My problem is that it was not made in this realm , but by a human , and only a human may handle it .
The herb vendor will tell you where you can find it .
If you would fetch me this stone , I would tell you what I can . " " Of course we will fetch you the stone , " Nepthys assured him .
" You have our thanks . " Outside , the thing at the herb cart nodded when we mentioned the stone .
He told Nepthys the name of a woman who lived on a certain street , and we set off .
When we reached the street , I expected some sort of temple , or a row of antiquaries , or at least a sleazy , black - market relics merchant .
Instead , it looked like we were in the red - light district : women who probably wanted more than our money eyed us from the alleys .
Nepthys did n't need to warn me not to speak to them .
He took us to the door of a building like a short pagoda that had a sign hanging over it showing a face with hands uplifted , like a saint under G d 's light , and handcuffed .
Inside , the entrance room was hung with bright silks and scattered with velvet cushions .
Sails of obscene orange and a green that insulted springtime hung draped across reds that might have been sensual elsewhere but here were only offensive .
A large woman , similarly decorated , quickly drifted up to us .
" Good evening , gentlemen , " she said .
" May I invite you to have a cup of tea ? " " No , thank you , " said Nepthys , " we regret that we can not take up your kind offer .
Are you the proprietor of this shop ? " " Yes , " answered the woman .
" I am Madame Entera , at your service . | Who is Madame Entera ? || The owner of the shop | 1True
| [
"Are you the proprietor of this shop ? \" \" Yes , \" answered the woman .",
"\" I am Madame Entera , at your service ."
] |
He continued to lie in place , still breathing heavily .
I tried to keep myself calm .
Then , with a sigh , he said , " I have need of a certain stone that I once possessed .
It would allow me to leave this bed , despite my current illness .
My problem is that it was not made in this realm , but by a human , and only a human may handle it .
The herb vendor will tell you where you can find it .
If you would fetch me this stone , I would tell you what I can . " " Of course we will fetch you the stone , " Nepthys assured him .
" You have our thanks . " Outside , the thing at the herb cart nodded when we mentioned the stone .
He told Nepthys the name of a woman who lived on a certain street , and we set off .
When we reached the street , I expected some sort of temple , or a row of antiquaries , or at least a sleazy , black - market relics merchant .
Instead , it looked like we were in the red - light district : women who probably wanted more than our money eyed us from the alleys .
Nepthys did n't need to warn me not to speak to them .
He took us to the door of a building like a short pagoda that had a sign hanging over it showing a face with hands uplifted , like a saint under G d 's light , and handcuffed .
Inside , the entrance room was hung with bright silks and scattered with velvet cushions .
Sails of obscene orange and a green that insulted springtime hung draped across reds that might have been sensual elsewhere but here were only offensive .
A large woman , similarly decorated , quickly drifted up to us .
" Good evening , gentlemen , " she said .
" May I invite you to have a cup of tea ? " " No , thank you , " said Nepthys , " we regret that we can not take up your kind offer .
Are you the proprietor of this shop ? " " Yes , " answered the woman .
" I am Madame Entera , at your service . | Who is Madame Entera ? || The woman in the alley | 0False
| [
"Are you the proprietor of this shop ? \" \" Yes , \" answered the woman .",
"\" I am Madame Entera , at your service ."
] |
He continued to lie in place , still breathing heavily .
I tried to keep myself calm .
Then , with a sigh , he said , " I have need of a certain stone that I once possessed .
It would allow me to leave this bed , despite my current illness .
My problem is that it was not made in this realm , but by a human , and only a human may handle it .
The herb vendor will tell you where you can find it .
If you would fetch me this stone , I would tell you what I can . " " Of course we will fetch you the stone , " Nepthys assured him .
" You have our thanks . " Outside , the thing at the herb cart nodded when we mentioned the stone .
He told Nepthys the name of a woman who lived on a certain street , and we set off .
When we reached the street , I expected some sort of temple , or a row of antiquaries , or at least a sleazy , black - market relics merchant .
Instead , it looked like we were in the red - light district : women who probably wanted more than our money eyed us from the alleys .
Nepthys did n't need to warn me not to speak to them .
He took us to the door of a building like a short pagoda that had a sign hanging over it showing a face with hands uplifted , like a saint under G d 's light , and handcuffed .
Inside , the entrance room was hung with bright silks and scattered with velvet cushions .
Sails of obscene orange and a green that insulted springtime hung draped across reds that might have been sensual elsewhere but here were only offensive .
A large woman , similarly decorated , quickly drifted up to us .
" Good evening , gentlemen , " she said .
" May I invite you to have a cup of tea ? " " No , thank you , " said Nepthys , " we regret that we can not take up your kind offer .
Are you the proprietor of this shop ? " " Yes , " answered the woman .
" I am Madame Entera , at your service . | What can only a human handle ? || The stone | 1True
| [
"Then , with a sigh , he said , \" I have need of a certain stone that I once possessed .",
"My problem is that it was not made in this realm , but by a human , and only a human may handle it ."
] |
He continued to lie in place , still breathing heavily .
I tried to keep myself calm .
Then , with a sigh , he said , " I have need of a certain stone that I once possessed .
It would allow me to leave this bed , despite my current illness .
My problem is that it was not made in this realm , but by a human , and only a human may handle it .
The herb vendor will tell you where you can find it .
If you would fetch me this stone , I would tell you what I can . " " Of course we will fetch you the stone , " Nepthys assured him .
" You have our thanks . " Outside , the thing at the herb cart nodded when we mentioned the stone .
He told Nepthys the name of a woman who lived on a certain street , and we set off .
When we reached the street , I expected some sort of temple , or a row of antiquaries , or at least a sleazy , black - market relics merchant .
Instead , it looked like we were in the red - light district : women who probably wanted more than our money eyed us from the alleys .
Nepthys did n't need to warn me not to speak to them .
He took us to the door of a building like a short pagoda that had a sign hanging over it showing a face with hands uplifted , like a saint under G d 's light , and handcuffed .
Inside , the entrance room was hung with bright silks and scattered with velvet cushions .
Sails of obscene orange and a green that insulted springtime hung draped across reds that might have been sensual elsewhere but here were only offensive .
A large woman , similarly decorated , quickly drifted up to us .
" Good evening , gentlemen , " she said .
" May I invite you to have a cup of tea ? " " No , thank you , " said Nepthys , " we regret that we can not take up your kind offer .
Are you the proprietor of this shop ? " " Yes , " answered the woman .
" I am Madame Entera , at your service . | What can only a human handle ? || The Herb Cart Vender | 0False
| [
"Then , with a sigh , he said , \" I have need of a certain stone that I once possessed .",
"My problem is that it was not made in this realm , but by a human , and only a human may handle it ."
] |
He continued to lie in place , still breathing heavily .
I tried to keep myself calm .
Then , with a sigh , he said , " I have need of a certain stone that I once possessed .
It would allow me to leave this bed , despite my current illness .
My problem is that it was not made in this realm , but by a human , and only a human may handle it .
The herb vendor will tell you where you can find it .
If you would fetch me this stone , I would tell you what I can . " " Of course we will fetch you the stone , " Nepthys assured him .
" You have our thanks . " Outside , the thing at the herb cart nodded when we mentioned the stone .
He told Nepthys the name of a woman who lived on a certain street , and we set off .
When we reached the street , I expected some sort of temple , or a row of antiquaries , or at least a sleazy , black - market relics merchant .
Instead , it looked like we were in the red - light district : women who probably wanted more than our money eyed us from the alleys .
Nepthys did n't need to warn me not to speak to them .
He took us to the door of a building like a short pagoda that had a sign hanging over it showing a face with hands uplifted , like a saint under G d 's light , and handcuffed .
Inside , the entrance room was hung with bright silks and scattered with velvet cushions .
Sails of obscene orange and a green that insulted springtime hung draped across reds that might have been sensual elsewhere but here were only offensive .
A large woman , similarly decorated , quickly drifted up to us .
" Good evening , gentlemen , " she said .
" May I invite you to have a cup of tea ? " " No , thank you , " said Nepthys , " we regret that we can not take up your kind offer .
Are you the proprietor of this shop ? " " Yes , " answered the woman .
" I am Madame Entera , at your service . | What can only a human handle ? || Celebrates | 0False
| [
"Then , with a sigh , he said , \" I have need of a certain stone that I once possessed .",
"My problem is that it was not made in this realm , but by a human , and only a human may handle it ."
] |
He continued to lie in place , still breathing heavily .
I tried to keep myself calm .
Then , with a sigh , he said , " I have need of a certain stone that I once possessed .
It would allow me to leave this bed , despite my current illness .
My problem is that it was not made in this realm , but by a human , and only a human may handle it .
The herb vendor will tell you where you can find it .
If you would fetch me this stone , I would tell you what I can . " " Of course we will fetch you the stone , " Nepthys assured him .
" You have our thanks . " Outside , the thing at the herb cart nodded when we mentioned the stone .
He told Nepthys the name of a woman who lived on a certain street , and we set off .
When we reached the street , I expected some sort of temple , or a row of antiquaries , or at least a sleazy , black - market relics merchant .
Instead , it looked like we were in the red - light district : women who probably wanted more than our money eyed us from the alleys .
Nepthys did n't need to warn me not to speak to them .
He took us to the door of a building like a short pagoda that had a sign hanging over it showing a face with hands uplifted , like a saint under G d 's light , and handcuffed .
Inside , the entrance room was hung with bright silks and scattered with velvet cushions .
Sails of obscene orange and a green that insulted springtime hung draped across reds that might have been sensual elsewhere but here were only offensive .
A large woman , similarly decorated , quickly drifted up to us .
" Good evening , gentlemen , " she said .
" May I invite you to have a cup of tea ? " " No , thank you , " said Nepthys , " we regret that we can not take up your kind offer .
Are you the proprietor of this shop ? " " Yes , " answered the woman .
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"Then , with a sigh , he said , \" I have need of a certain stone that I once possessed .",
"My problem is that it was not made in this realm , but by a human , and only a human may handle it ."
] |
He continued to lie in place , still breathing heavily .
I tried to keep myself calm .
Then , with a sigh , he said , " I have need of a certain stone that I once possessed .
It would allow me to leave this bed , despite my current illness .
My problem is that it was not made in this realm , but by a human , and only a human may handle it .
The herb vendor will tell you where you can find it .
If you would fetch me this stone , I would tell you what I can . " " Of course we will fetch you the stone , " Nepthys assured him .
" You have our thanks . " Outside , the thing at the herb cart nodded when we mentioned the stone .
He told Nepthys the name of a woman who lived on a certain street , and we set off .
When we reached the street , I expected some sort of temple , or a row of antiquaries , or at least a sleazy , black - market relics merchant .
Instead , it looked like we were in the red - light district : women who probably wanted more than our money eyed us from the alleys .
Nepthys did n't need to warn me not to speak to them .
He took us to the door of a building like a short pagoda that had a sign hanging over it showing a face with hands uplifted , like a saint under G d 's light , and handcuffed .
Inside , the entrance room was hung with bright silks and scattered with velvet cushions .
Sails of obscene orange and a green that insulted springtime hung draped across reds that might have been sensual elsewhere but here were only offensive .
A large woman , similarly decorated , quickly drifted up to us .
" Good evening , gentlemen , " she said .
" May I invite you to have a cup of tea ? " " No , thank you , " said Nepthys , " we regret that we can not take up your kind offer .
Are you the proprietor of this shop ? " " Yes , " answered the woman .
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"He took us to the door of a building like a short pagoda that had a sign hanging over it showing a face with hands uplifted , like a saint under G d 's light , and handcuffed .",
"Inside , the entrance room was hung with bright silks and scattered with velvet cushions ."
] |
He continued to lie in place , still breathing heavily .
I tried to keep myself calm .
Then , with a sigh , he said , " I have need of a certain stone that I once possessed .
It would allow me to leave this bed , despite my current illness .
My problem is that it was not made in this realm , but by a human , and only a human may handle it .
The herb vendor will tell you where you can find it .
If you would fetch me this stone , I would tell you what I can . " " Of course we will fetch you the stone , " Nepthys assured him .
" You have our thanks . " Outside , the thing at the herb cart nodded when we mentioned the stone .
He told Nepthys the name of a woman who lived on a certain street , and we set off .
When we reached the street , I expected some sort of temple , or a row of antiquaries , or at least a sleazy , black - market relics merchant .
Instead , it looked like we were in the red - light district : women who probably wanted more than our money eyed us from the alleys .
Nepthys did n't need to warn me not to speak to them .
He took us to the door of a building like a short pagoda that had a sign hanging over it showing a face with hands uplifted , like a saint under G d 's light , and handcuffed .
Inside , the entrance room was hung with bright silks and scattered with velvet cushions .
Sails of obscene orange and a green that insulted springtime hung draped across reds that might have been sensual elsewhere but here were only offensive .
A large woman , similarly decorated , quickly drifted up to us .
" Good evening , gentlemen , " she said .
" May I invite you to have a cup of tea ? " " No , thank you , " said Nepthys , " we regret that we can not take up your kind offer .
Are you the proprietor of this shop ? " " Yes , " answered the woman .
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"He took us to the door of a building like a short pagoda that had a sign hanging over it showing a face with hands uplifted , like a saint under G d 's light , and handcuffed .",
"Inside , the entrance room was hung with bright silks and scattered with velvet cushions ."
] |
He continued to lie in place , still breathing heavily .
I tried to keep myself calm .
Then , with a sigh , he said , " I have need of a certain stone that I once possessed .
It would allow me to leave this bed , despite my current illness .
My problem is that it was not made in this realm , but by a human , and only a human may handle it .
The herb vendor will tell you where you can find it .
If you would fetch me this stone , I would tell you what I can . " " Of course we will fetch you the stone , " Nepthys assured him .
" You have our thanks . " Outside , the thing at the herb cart nodded when we mentioned the stone .
He told Nepthys the name of a woman who lived on a certain street , and we set off .
When we reached the street , I expected some sort of temple , or a row of antiquaries , or at least a sleazy , black - market relics merchant .
Instead , it looked like we were in the red - light district : women who probably wanted more than our money eyed us from the alleys .
Nepthys did n't need to warn me not to speak to them .
He took us to the door of a building like a short pagoda that had a sign hanging over it showing a face with hands uplifted , like a saint under G d 's light , and handcuffed .
Inside , the entrance room was hung with bright silks and scattered with velvet cushions .
Sails of obscene orange and a green that insulted springtime hung draped across reds that might have been sensual elsewhere but here were only offensive .
A large woman , similarly decorated , quickly drifted up to us .
" Good evening , gentlemen , " she said .
" May I invite you to have a cup of tea ? " " No , thank you , " said Nepthys , " we regret that we can not take up your kind offer .
Are you the proprietor of this shop ? " " Yes , " answered the woman .
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"He took us to the door of a building like a short pagoda that had a sign hanging over it showing a face with hands uplifted , like a saint under G d 's light , and handcuffed .",
"Inside , the entrance room was hung with bright silks and scattered with velvet cushions ."
] |
He continued to lie in place , still breathing heavily .
I tried to keep myself calm .
Then , with a sigh , he said , " I have need of a certain stone that I once possessed .
It would allow me to leave this bed , despite my current illness .
My problem is that it was not made in this realm , but by a human , and only a human may handle it .
The herb vendor will tell you where you can find it .
If you would fetch me this stone , I would tell you what I can . " " Of course we will fetch you the stone , " Nepthys assured him .
" You have our thanks . " Outside , the thing at the herb cart nodded when we mentioned the stone .
He told Nepthys the name of a woman who lived on a certain street , and we set off .
When we reached the street , I expected some sort of temple , or a row of antiquaries , or at least a sleazy , black - market relics merchant .
Instead , it looked like we were in the red - light district : women who probably wanted more than our money eyed us from the alleys .
Nepthys did n't need to warn me not to speak to them .
He took us to the door of a building like a short pagoda that had a sign hanging over it showing a face with hands uplifted , like a saint under G d 's light , and handcuffed .
Inside , the entrance room was hung with bright silks and scattered with velvet cushions .
Sails of obscene orange and a green that insulted springtime hung draped across reds that might have been sensual elsewhere but here were only offensive .
A large woman , similarly decorated , quickly drifted up to us .
" Good evening , gentlemen , " she said .
" May I invite you to have a cup of tea ? " " No , thank you , " said Nepthys , " we regret that we can not take up your kind offer .
Are you the proprietor of this shop ? " " Yes , " answered the woman .
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| [
"He took us to the door of a building like a short pagoda that had a sign hanging over it showing a face with hands uplifted , like a saint under G d 's light , and handcuffed .",
"Inside , the entrance room was hung with bright silks and scattered with velvet cushions ."
] |
He continued to lie in place , still breathing heavily .
I tried to keep myself calm .
Then , with a sigh , he said , " I have need of a certain stone that I once possessed .
It would allow me to leave this bed , despite my current illness .
My problem is that it was not made in this realm , but by a human , and only a human may handle it .
The herb vendor will tell you where you can find it .
If you would fetch me this stone , I would tell you what I can . " " Of course we will fetch you the stone , " Nepthys assured him .
" You have our thanks . " Outside , the thing at the herb cart nodded when we mentioned the stone .
He told Nepthys the name of a woman who lived on a certain street , and we set off .
When we reached the street , I expected some sort of temple , or a row of antiquaries , or at least a sleazy , black - market relics merchant .
Instead , it looked like we were in the red - light district : women who probably wanted more than our money eyed us from the alleys .
Nepthys did n't need to warn me not to speak to them .
He took us to the door of a building like a short pagoda that had a sign hanging over it showing a face with hands uplifted , like a saint under G d 's light , and handcuffed .
Inside , the entrance room was hung with bright silks and scattered with velvet cushions .
Sails of obscene orange and a green that insulted springtime hung draped across reds that might have been sensual elsewhere but here were only offensive .
A large woman , similarly decorated , quickly drifted up to us .
" Good evening , gentlemen , " she said .
" May I invite you to have a cup of tea ? " " No , thank you , " said Nepthys , " we regret that we can not take up your kind offer .
Are you the proprietor of this shop ? " " Yes , " answered the woman .
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"He took us to the door of a building like a short pagoda that had a sign hanging over it showing a face with hands uplifted , like a saint under G d 's light , and handcuffed .",
"Inside , the entrance room was hung with bright silks and scattered with velvet cushions ."
] |
He continued to lie in place , still breathing heavily .
I tried to keep myself calm .
Then , with a sigh , he said , " I have need of a certain stone that I once possessed .
It would allow me to leave this bed , despite my current illness .
My problem is that it was not made in this realm , but by a human , and only a human may handle it .
The herb vendor will tell you where you can find it .
If you would fetch me this stone , I would tell you what I can . " " Of course we will fetch you the stone , " Nepthys assured him .
" You have our thanks . " Outside , the thing at the herb cart nodded when we mentioned the stone .
He told Nepthys the name of a woman who lived on a certain street , and we set off .
When we reached the street , I expected some sort of temple , or a row of antiquaries , or at least a sleazy , black - market relics merchant .
Instead , it looked like we were in the red - light district : women who probably wanted more than our money eyed us from the alleys .
Nepthys did n't need to warn me not to speak to them .
He took us to the door of a building like a short pagoda that had a sign hanging over it showing a face with hands uplifted , like a saint under G d 's light , and handcuffed .
Inside , the entrance room was hung with bright silks and scattered with velvet cushions .
Sails of obscene orange and a green that insulted springtime hung draped across reds that might have been sensual elsewhere but here were only offensive .
A large woman , similarly decorated , quickly drifted up to us .
" Good evening , gentlemen , " she said .
" May I invite you to have a cup of tea ? " " No , thank you , " said Nepthys , " we regret that we can not take up your kind offer .
Are you the proprietor of this shop ? " " Yes , " answered the woman .
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| [
"A large woman , similarly decorated , quickly drifted up to us .",
"\" I am Madame Entera , at your service ."
] |
He continued to lie in place , still breathing heavily .
I tried to keep myself calm .
Then , with a sigh , he said , " I have need of a certain stone that I once possessed .
It would allow me to leave this bed , despite my current illness .
My problem is that it was not made in this realm , but by a human , and only a human may handle it .
The herb vendor will tell you where you can find it .
If you would fetch me this stone , I would tell you what I can . " " Of course we will fetch you the stone , " Nepthys assured him .
" You have our thanks . " Outside , the thing at the herb cart nodded when we mentioned the stone .
He told Nepthys the name of a woman who lived on a certain street , and we set off .
When we reached the street , I expected some sort of temple , or a row of antiquaries , or at least a sleazy , black - market relics merchant .
Instead , it looked like we were in the red - light district : women who probably wanted more than our money eyed us from the alleys .
Nepthys did n't need to warn me not to speak to them .
He took us to the door of a building like a short pagoda that had a sign hanging over it showing a face with hands uplifted , like a saint under G d 's light , and handcuffed .
Inside , the entrance room was hung with bright silks and scattered with velvet cushions .
Sails of obscene orange and a green that insulted springtime hung draped across reds that might have been sensual elsewhere but here were only offensive .
A large woman , similarly decorated , quickly drifted up to us .
" Good evening , gentlemen , " she said .
" May I invite you to have a cup of tea ? " " No , thank you , " said Nepthys , " we regret that we can not take up your kind offer .
Are you the proprietor of this shop ? " " Yes , " answered the woman .
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"A large woman , similarly decorated , quickly drifted up to us .",
"\" I am Madame Entera , at your service ."
] |
He continued to lie in place , still breathing heavily .
I tried to keep myself calm .
Then , with a sigh , he said , " I have need of a certain stone that I once possessed .
It would allow me to leave this bed , despite my current illness .
My problem is that it was not made in this realm , but by a human , and only a human may handle it .
The herb vendor will tell you where you can find it .
If you would fetch me this stone , I would tell you what I can . " " Of course we will fetch you the stone , " Nepthys assured him .
" You have our thanks . " Outside , the thing at the herb cart nodded when we mentioned the stone .
He told Nepthys the name of a woman who lived on a certain street , and we set off .
When we reached the street , I expected some sort of temple , or a row of antiquaries , or at least a sleazy , black - market relics merchant .
Instead , it looked like we were in the red - light district : women who probably wanted more than our money eyed us from the alleys .
Nepthys did n't need to warn me not to speak to them .
He took us to the door of a building like a short pagoda that had a sign hanging over it showing a face with hands uplifted , like a saint under G d 's light , and handcuffed .
Inside , the entrance room was hung with bright silks and scattered with velvet cushions .
Sails of obscene orange and a green that insulted springtime hung draped across reds that might have been sensual elsewhere but here were only offensive .
A large woman , similarly decorated , quickly drifted up to us .
" Good evening , gentlemen , " she said .
" May I invite you to have a cup of tea ? " " No , thank you , " said Nepthys , " we regret that we can not take up your kind offer .
Are you the proprietor of this shop ? " " Yes , " answered the woman .
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"A large woman , similarly decorated , quickly drifted up to us .",
"\" I am Madame Entera , at your service ."
] |
He continued to lie in place , still breathing heavily .
I tried to keep myself calm .
Then , with a sigh , he said , " I have need of a certain stone that I once possessed .
It would allow me to leave this bed , despite my current illness .
My problem is that it was not made in this realm , but by a human , and only a human may handle it .
The herb vendor will tell you where you can find it .
If you would fetch me this stone , I would tell you what I can . " " Of course we will fetch you the stone , " Nepthys assured him .
" You have our thanks . " Outside , the thing at the herb cart nodded when we mentioned the stone .
He told Nepthys the name of a woman who lived on a certain street , and we set off .
When we reached the street , I expected some sort of temple , or a row of antiquaries , or at least a sleazy , black - market relics merchant .
Instead , it looked like we were in the red - light district : women who probably wanted more than our money eyed us from the alleys .
Nepthys did n't need to warn me not to speak to them .
He took us to the door of a building like a short pagoda that had a sign hanging over it showing a face with hands uplifted , like a saint under G d 's light , and handcuffed .
Inside , the entrance room was hung with bright silks and scattered with velvet cushions .
Sails of obscene orange and a green that insulted springtime hung draped across reds that might have been sensual elsewhere but here were only offensive .
A large woman , similarly decorated , quickly drifted up to us .
" Good evening , gentlemen , " she said .
" May I invite you to have a cup of tea ? " " No , thank you , " said Nepthys , " we regret that we can not take up your kind offer .
Are you the proprietor of this shop ? " " Yes , " answered the woman .
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| [
"A large woman , similarly decorated , quickly drifted up to us .",
"\" I am Madame Entera , at your service ."
] |
He continued to lie in place , still breathing heavily .
I tried to keep myself calm .
Then , with a sigh , he said , " I have need of a certain stone that I once possessed .
It would allow me to leave this bed , despite my current illness .
My problem is that it was not made in this realm , but by a human , and only a human may handle it .
The herb vendor will tell you where you can find it .
If you would fetch me this stone , I would tell you what I can . " " Of course we will fetch you the stone , " Nepthys assured him .
" You have our thanks . " Outside , the thing at the herb cart nodded when we mentioned the stone .
He told Nepthys the name of a woman who lived on a certain street , and we set off .
When we reached the street , I expected some sort of temple , or a row of antiquaries , or at least a sleazy , black - market relics merchant .
Instead , it looked like we were in the red - light district : women who probably wanted more than our money eyed us from the alleys .
Nepthys did n't need to warn me not to speak to them .
He took us to the door of a building like a short pagoda that had a sign hanging over it showing a face with hands uplifted , like a saint under G d 's light , and handcuffed .
Inside , the entrance room was hung with bright silks and scattered with velvet cushions .
Sails of obscene orange and a green that insulted springtime hung draped across reds that might have been sensual elsewhere but here were only offensive .
A large woman , similarly decorated , quickly drifted up to us .
" Good evening , gentlemen , " she said .
" May I invite you to have a cup of tea ? " " No , thank you , " said Nepthys , " we regret that we can not take up your kind offer .
Are you the proprietor of this shop ? " " Yes , " answered the woman .
" I am Madame Entera , at your service . | Who is the large woman ? || Madame Entera | 1True
| [
"A large woman , similarly decorated , quickly drifted up to us .",
"\" I am Madame Entera , at your service ."
] |
He continued to lie in place , still breathing heavily .
I tried to keep myself calm .
Then , with a sigh , he said , " I have need of a certain stone that I once possessed .
It would allow me to leave this bed , despite my current illness .
My problem is that it was not made in this realm , but by a human , and only a human may handle it .
The herb vendor will tell you where you can find it .
If you would fetch me this stone , I would tell you what I can . " " Of course we will fetch you the stone , " Nepthys assured him .
" You have our thanks . " Outside , the thing at the herb cart nodded when we mentioned the stone .
He told Nepthys the name of a woman who lived on a certain street , and we set off .
When we reached the street , I expected some sort of temple , or a row of antiquaries , or at least a sleazy , black - market relics merchant .
Instead , it looked like we were in the red - light district : women who probably wanted more than our money eyed us from the alleys .
Nepthys did n't need to warn me not to speak to them .
He took us to the door of a building like a short pagoda that had a sign hanging over it showing a face with hands uplifted , like a saint under G d 's light , and handcuffed .
Inside , the entrance room was hung with bright silks and scattered with velvet cushions .
Sails of obscene orange and a green that insulted springtime hung draped across reds that might have been sensual elsewhere but here were only offensive .
A large woman , similarly decorated , quickly drifted up to us .
" Good evening , gentlemen , " she said .
" May I invite you to have a cup of tea ? " " No , thank you , " said Nepthys , " we regret that we can not take up your kind offer .
Are you the proprietor of this shop ? " " Yes , " answered the woman .
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| [
"A large woman , similarly decorated , quickly drifted up to us .",
"\" I am Madame Entera , at your service ."
] |
He continued to lie in place , still breathing heavily .
I tried to keep myself calm .
Then , with a sigh , he said , " I have need of a certain stone that I once possessed .
It would allow me to leave this bed , despite my current illness .
My problem is that it was not made in this realm , but by a human , and only a human may handle it .
The herb vendor will tell you where you can find it .
If you would fetch me this stone , I would tell you what I can . " " Of course we will fetch you the stone , " Nepthys assured him .
" You have our thanks . " Outside , the thing at the herb cart nodded when we mentioned the stone .
He told Nepthys the name of a woman who lived on a certain street , and we set off .
When we reached the street , I expected some sort of temple , or a row of antiquaries , or at least a sleazy , black - market relics merchant .
Instead , it looked like we were in the red - light district : women who probably wanted more than our money eyed us from the alleys .
Nepthys did n't need to warn me not to speak to them .
He took us to the door of a building like a short pagoda that had a sign hanging over it showing a face with hands uplifted , like a saint under G d 's light , and handcuffed .
Inside , the entrance room was hung with bright silks and scattered with velvet cushions .
Sails of obscene orange and a green that insulted springtime hung draped across reds that might have been sensual elsewhere but here were only offensive .
A large woman , similarly decorated , quickly drifted up to us .
" Good evening , gentlemen , " she said .
" May I invite you to have a cup of tea ? " " No , thank you , " said Nepthys , " we regret that we can not take up your kind offer .
Are you the proprietor of this shop ? " " Yes , " answered the woman .
" I am Madame Entera , at your service . | Who is the large woman ? || The woman is Madame Entera | 1True
| [
"A large woman , similarly decorated , quickly drifted up to us .",
"\" I am Madame Entera , at your service ."
] |
He continued to lie in place , still breathing heavily .
I tried to keep myself calm .
Then , with a sigh , he said , " I have need of a certain stone that I once possessed .
It would allow me to leave this bed , despite my current illness .
My problem is that it was not made in this realm , but by a human , and only a human may handle it .
The herb vendor will tell you where you can find it .
If you would fetch me this stone , I would tell you what I can . " " Of course we will fetch you the stone , " Nepthys assured him .
" You have our thanks . " Outside , the thing at the herb cart nodded when we mentioned the stone .
He told Nepthys the name of a woman who lived on a certain street , and we set off .
When we reached the street , I expected some sort of temple , or a row of antiquaries , or at least a sleazy , black - market relics merchant .
Instead , it looked like we were in the red - light district : women who probably wanted more than our money eyed us from the alleys .
Nepthys did n't need to warn me not to speak to them .
He took us to the door of a building like a short pagoda that had a sign hanging over it showing a face with hands uplifted , like a saint under G d 's light , and handcuffed .
Inside , the entrance room was hung with bright silks and scattered with velvet cushions .
Sails of obscene orange and a green that insulted springtime hung draped across reds that might have been sensual elsewhere but here were only offensive .
A large woman , similarly decorated , quickly drifted up to us .
" Good evening , gentlemen , " she said .
" May I invite you to have a cup of tea ? " " No , thank you , " said Nepthys , " we regret that we can not take up your kind offer .
Are you the proprietor of this shop ? " " Yes , " answered the woman .
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| [
"A large woman , similarly decorated , quickly drifted up to us .",
"\" I am Madame Entera , at your service ."
] |
He continued to lie in place , still breathing heavily .
I tried to keep myself calm .
Then , with a sigh , he said , " I have need of a certain stone that I once possessed .
It would allow me to leave this bed , despite my current illness .
My problem is that it was not made in this realm , but by a human , and only a human may handle it .
The herb vendor will tell you where you can find it .
If you would fetch me this stone , I would tell you what I can . " " Of course we will fetch you the stone , " Nepthys assured him .
" You have our thanks . " Outside , the thing at the herb cart nodded when we mentioned the stone .
He told Nepthys the name of a woman who lived on a certain street , and we set off .
When we reached the street , I expected some sort of temple , or a row of antiquaries , or at least a sleazy , black - market relics merchant .
Instead , it looked like we were in the red - light district : women who probably wanted more than our money eyed us from the alleys .
Nepthys did n't need to warn me not to speak to them .
He took us to the door of a building like a short pagoda that had a sign hanging over it showing a face with hands uplifted , like a saint under G d 's light , and handcuffed .
Inside , the entrance room was hung with bright silks and scattered with velvet cushions .
Sails of obscene orange and a green that insulted springtime hung draped across reds that might have been sensual elsewhere but here were only offensive .
A large woman , similarly decorated , quickly drifted up to us .
" Good evening , gentlemen , " she said .
" May I invite you to have a cup of tea ? " " No , thank you , " said Nepthys , " we regret that we can not take up your kind offer .
Are you the proprietor of this shop ? " " Yes , " answered the woman .
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| [
"A large woman , similarly decorated , quickly drifted up to us .",
"\" I am Madame Entera , at your service ."
] |
He continued to lie in place , still breathing heavily .
I tried to keep myself calm .
Then , with a sigh , he said , " I have need of a certain stone that I once possessed .
It would allow me to leave this bed , despite my current illness .
My problem is that it was not made in this realm , but by a human , and only a human may handle it .
The herb vendor will tell you where you can find it .
If you would fetch me this stone , I would tell you what I can . " " Of course we will fetch you the stone , " Nepthys assured him .
" You have our thanks . " Outside , the thing at the herb cart nodded when we mentioned the stone .
He told Nepthys the name of a woman who lived on a certain street , and we set off .
When we reached the street , I expected some sort of temple , or a row of antiquaries , or at least a sleazy , black - market relics merchant .
Instead , it looked like we were in the red - light district : women who probably wanted more than our money eyed us from the alleys .
Nepthys did n't need to warn me not to speak to them .
He took us to the door of a building like a short pagoda that had a sign hanging over it showing a face with hands uplifted , like a saint under G d 's light , and handcuffed .
Inside , the entrance room was hung with bright silks and scattered with velvet cushions .
Sails of obscene orange and a green that insulted springtime hung draped across reds that might have been sensual elsewhere but here were only offensive .
A large woman , similarly decorated , quickly drifted up to us .
" Good evening , gentlemen , " she said .
" May I invite you to have a cup of tea ? " " No , thank you , " said Nepthys , " we regret that we can not take up your kind offer .
Are you the proprietor of this shop ? " " Yes , " answered the woman .
" I am Madame Entera , at your service . | Who is the woman the herb vendor spoke of ? || Madame Entera | 1True
| [
"\" I am Madame Entera , at your service .",
"He told Nepthys the name of a woman who lived on a certain street , and we set off ."
] |
He continued to lie in place , still breathing heavily .
I tried to keep myself calm .
Then , with a sigh , he said , " I have need of a certain stone that I once possessed .
It would allow me to leave this bed , despite my current illness .
My problem is that it was not made in this realm , but by a human , and only a human may handle it .
The herb vendor will tell you where you can find it .
If you would fetch me this stone , I would tell you what I can . " " Of course we will fetch you the stone , " Nepthys assured him .
" You have our thanks . " Outside , the thing at the herb cart nodded when we mentioned the stone .
He told Nepthys the name of a woman who lived on a certain street , and we set off .
When we reached the street , I expected some sort of temple , or a row of antiquaries , or at least a sleazy , black - market relics merchant .
Instead , it looked like we were in the red - light district : women who probably wanted more than our money eyed us from the alleys .
Nepthys did n't need to warn me not to speak to them .
He took us to the door of a building like a short pagoda that had a sign hanging over it showing a face with hands uplifted , like a saint under G d 's light , and handcuffed .
Inside , the entrance room was hung with bright silks and scattered with velvet cushions .
Sails of obscene orange and a green that insulted springtime hung draped across reds that might have been sensual elsewhere but here were only offensive .
A large woman , similarly decorated , quickly drifted up to us .
" Good evening , gentlemen , " she said .
" May I invite you to have a cup of tea ? " " No , thank you , " said Nepthys , " we regret that we can not take up your kind offer .
Are you the proprietor of this shop ? " " Yes , " answered the woman .
" I am Madame Entera , at your service . | Who is the woman the herb vendor spoke of ? || The Proprietor of the shop | 1True
| [
"\" I am Madame Entera , at your service .",
"He told Nepthys the name of a woman who lived on a certain street , and we set off ."
] |
He continued to lie in place , still breathing heavily .
I tried to keep myself calm .
Then , with a sigh , he said , " I have need of a certain stone that I once possessed .
It would allow me to leave this bed , despite my current illness .
My problem is that it was not made in this realm , but by a human , and only a human may handle it .
The herb vendor will tell you where you can find it .
If you would fetch me this stone , I would tell you what I can . " " Of course we will fetch you the stone , " Nepthys assured him .
" You have our thanks . " Outside , the thing at the herb cart nodded when we mentioned the stone .
He told Nepthys the name of a woman who lived on a certain street , and we set off .
When we reached the street , I expected some sort of temple , or a row of antiquaries , or at least a sleazy , black - market relics merchant .
Instead , it looked like we were in the red - light district : women who probably wanted more than our money eyed us from the alleys .
Nepthys did n't need to warn me not to speak to them .
He took us to the door of a building like a short pagoda that had a sign hanging over it showing a face with hands uplifted , like a saint under G d 's light , and handcuffed .
Inside , the entrance room was hung with bright silks and scattered with velvet cushions .
Sails of obscene orange and a green that insulted springtime hung draped across reds that might have been sensual elsewhere but here were only offensive .
A large woman , similarly decorated , quickly drifted up to us .
" Good evening , gentlemen , " she said .
" May I invite you to have a cup of tea ? " " No , thank you , " said Nepthys , " we regret that we can not take up your kind offer .
Are you the proprietor of this shop ? " " Yes , " answered the woman .
" I am Madame Entera , at your service . | Who is the woman the herb vendor spoke of ? || The Large Woman Madame Entera | 1True
| [
"\" I am Madame Entera , at your service .",
"He told Nepthys the name of a woman who lived on a certain street , and we set off ."
] |
He continued to lie in place , still breathing heavily .
I tried to keep myself calm .
Then , with a sigh , he said , " I have need of a certain stone that I once possessed .
It would allow me to leave this bed , despite my current illness .
My problem is that it was not made in this realm , but by a human , and only a human may handle it .
The herb vendor will tell you where you can find it .
If you would fetch me this stone , I would tell you what I can . " " Of course we will fetch you the stone , " Nepthys assured him .
" You have our thanks . " Outside , the thing at the herb cart nodded when we mentioned the stone .
He told Nepthys the name of a woman who lived on a certain street , and we set off .
When we reached the street , I expected some sort of temple , or a row of antiquaries , or at least a sleazy , black - market relics merchant .
Instead , it looked like we were in the red - light district : women who probably wanted more than our money eyed us from the alleys .
Nepthys did n't need to warn me not to speak to them .
He took us to the door of a building like a short pagoda that had a sign hanging over it showing a face with hands uplifted , like a saint under G d 's light , and handcuffed .
Inside , the entrance room was hung with bright silks and scattered with velvet cushions .
Sails of obscene orange and a green that insulted springtime hung draped across reds that might have been sensual elsewhere but here were only offensive .
A large woman , similarly decorated , quickly drifted up to us .
" Good evening , gentlemen , " she said .
" May I invite you to have a cup of tea ? " " No , thank you , " said Nepthys , " we regret that we can not take up your kind offer .
Are you the proprietor of this shop ? " " Yes , " answered the woman .
" I am Madame Entera , at your service . | Who is the woman the herb vendor spoke of ? || A street walker woman | 0False
| [
"\" I am Madame Entera , at your service .",
"He told Nepthys the name of a woman who lived on a certain street , and we set off ."
] |
He continued to lie in place , still breathing heavily .
I tried to keep myself calm .
Then , with a sigh , he said , " I have need of a certain stone that I once possessed .
It would allow me to leave this bed , despite my current illness .
My problem is that it was not made in this realm , but by a human , and only a human may handle it .
The herb vendor will tell you where you can find it .
If you would fetch me this stone , I would tell you what I can . " " Of course we will fetch you the stone , " Nepthys assured him .
" You have our thanks . " Outside , the thing at the herb cart nodded when we mentioned the stone .
He told Nepthys the name of a woman who lived on a certain street , and we set off .
When we reached the street , I expected some sort of temple , or a row of antiquaries , or at least a sleazy , black - market relics merchant .
Instead , it looked like we were in the red - light district : women who probably wanted more than our money eyed us from the alleys .
Nepthys did n't need to warn me not to speak to them .
He took us to the door of a building like a short pagoda that had a sign hanging over it showing a face with hands uplifted , like a saint under G d 's light , and handcuffed .
Inside , the entrance room was hung with bright silks and scattered with velvet cushions .
Sails of obscene orange and a green that insulted springtime hung draped across reds that might have been sensual elsewhere but here were only offensive .
A large woman , similarly decorated , quickly drifted up to us .
" Good evening , gentlemen , " she said .
" May I invite you to have a cup of tea ? " " No , thank you , " said Nepthys , " we regret that we can not take up your kind offer .
Are you the proprietor of this shop ? " " Yes , " answered the woman .
" I am Madame Entera , at your service . | Who is the woman the herb vendor spoke of ? || The large woman | 1True
| [
"\" I am Madame Entera , at your service .",
"He told Nepthys the name of a woman who lived on a certain street , and we set off ."
] |
He continued to lie in place , still breathing heavily .
I tried to keep myself calm .
Then , with a sigh , he said , " I have need of a certain stone that I once possessed .
It would allow me to leave this bed , despite my current illness .
My problem is that it was not made in this realm , but by a human , and only a human may handle it .
The herb vendor will tell you where you can find it .
If you would fetch me this stone , I would tell you what I can . " " Of course we will fetch you the stone , " Nepthys assured him .
" You have our thanks . " Outside , the thing at the herb cart nodded when we mentioned the stone .
He told Nepthys the name of a woman who lived on a certain street , and we set off .
When we reached the street , I expected some sort of temple , or a row of antiquaries , or at least a sleazy , black - market relics merchant .
Instead , it looked like we were in the red - light district : women who probably wanted more than our money eyed us from the alleys .
Nepthys did n't need to warn me not to speak to them .
He took us to the door of a building like a short pagoda that had a sign hanging over it showing a face with hands uplifted , like a saint under G d 's light , and handcuffed .
Inside , the entrance room was hung with bright silks and scattered with velvet cushions .
Sails of obscene orange and a green that insulted springtime hung draped across reds that might have been sensual elsewhere but here were only offensive .
A large woman , similarly decorated , quickly drifted up to us .
" Good evening , gentlemen , " she said .
" May I invite you to have a cup of tea ? " " No , thank you , " said Nepthys , " we regret that we can not take up your kind offer .
Are you the proprietor of this shop ? " " Yes , " answered the woman .
" I am Madame Entera , at your service . | What item was needed for the person to get out of their bed ? || A stone | 1True
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"Then , with a sigh , he said , \" I have need of a certain stone that I once possessed .",
"It would allow me to leave this bed , despite my current illness ."
] |
He continued to lie in place , still breathing heavily .
I tried to keep myself calm .
Then , with a sigh , he said , " I have need of a certain stone that I once possessed .
It would allow me to leave this bed , despite my current illness .
My problem is that it was not made in this realm , but by a human , and only a human may handle it .
The herb vendor will tell you where you can find it .
If you would fetch me this stone , I would tell you what I can . " " Of course we will fetch you the stone , " Nepthys assured him .
" You have our thanks . " Outside , the thing at the herb cart nodded when we mentioned the stone .
He told Nepthys the name of a woman who lived on a certain street , and we set off .
When we reached the street , I expected some sort of temple , or a row of antiquaries , or at least a sleazy , black - market relics merchant .
Instead , it looked like we were in the red - light district : women who probably wanted more than our money eyed us from the alleys .
Nepthys did n't need to warn me not to speak to them .
He took us to the door of a building like a short pagoda that had a sign hanging over it showing a face with hands uplifted , like a saint under G d 's light , and handcuffed .
Inside , the entrance room was hung with bright silks and scattered with velvet cushions .
Sails of obscene orange and a green that insulted springtime hung draped across reds that might have been sensual elsewhere but here were only offensive .
A large woman , similarly decorated , quickly drifted up to us .
" Good evening , gentlemen , " she said .
" May I invite you to have a cup of tea ? " " No , thank you , " said Nepthys , " we regret that we can not take up your kind offer .
Are you the proprietor of this shop ? " " Yes , " answered the woman .
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"Then , with a sigh , he said , \" I have need of a certain stone that I once possessed .",
"It would allow me to leave this bed , despite my current illness ."
] |
He continued to lie in place , still breathing heavily .
I tried to keep myself calm .
Then , with a sigh , he said , " I have need of a certain stone that I once possessed .
It would allow me to leave this bed , despite my current illness .
My problem is that it was not made in this realm , but by a human , and only a human may handle it .
The herb vendor will tell you where you can find it .
If you would fetch me this stone , I would tell you what I can . " " Of course we will fetch you the stone , " Nepthys assured him .
" You have our thanks . " Outside , the thing at the herb cart nodded when we mentioned the stone .
He told Nepthys the name of a woman who lived on a certain street , and we set off .
When we reached the street , I expected some sort of temple , or a row of antiquaries , or at least a sleazy , black - market relics merchant .
Instead , it looked like we were in the red - light district : women who probably wanted more than our money eyed us from the alleys .
Nepthys did n't need to warn me not to speak to them .
He took us to the door of a building like a short pagoda that had a sign hanging over it showing a face with hands uplifted , like a saint under G d 's light , and handcuffed .
Inside , the entrance room was hung with bright silks and scattered with velvet cushions .
Sails of obscene orange and a green that insulted springtime hung draped across reds that might have been sensual elsewhere but here were only offensive .
A large woman , similarly decorated , quickly drifted up to us .
" Good evening , gentlemen , " she said .
" May I invite you to have a cup of tea ? " " No , thank you , " said Nepthys , " we regret that we can not take up your kind offer .
Are you the proprietor of this shop ? " " Yes , " answered the woman .
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"Then , with a sigh , he said , \" I have need of a certain stone that I once possessed .",
"It would allow me to leave this bed , despite my current illness ."
] |
He continued to lie in place , still breathing heavily .
I tried to keep myself calm .
Then , with a sigh , he said , " I have need of a certain stone that I once possessed .
It would allow me to leave this bed , despite my current illness .
My problem is that it was not made in this realm , but by a human , and only a human may handle it .
The herb vendor will tell you where you can find it .
If you would fetch me this stone , I would tell you what I can . " " Of course we will fetch you the stone , " Nepthys assured him .
" You have our thanks . " Outside , the thing at the herb cart nodded when we mentioned the stone .
He told Nepthys the name of a woman who lived on a certain street , and we set off .
When we reached the street , I expected some sort of temple , or a row of antiquaries , or at least a sleazy , black - market relics merchant .
Instead , it looked like we were in the red - light district : women who probably wanted more than our money eyed us from the alleys .
Nepthys did n't need to warn me not to speak to them .
He took us to the door of a building like a short pagoda that had a sign hanging over it showing a face with hands uplifted , like a saint under G d 's light , and handcuffed .
Inside , the entrance room was hung with bright silks and scattered with velvet cushions .
Sails of obscene orange and a green that insulted springtime hung draped across reds that might have been sensual elsewhere but here were only offensive .
A large woman , similarly decorated , quickly drifted up to us .
" Good evening , gentlemen , " she said .
" May I invite you to have a cup of tea ? " " No , thank you , " said Nepthys , " we regret that we can not take up your kind offer .
Are you the proprietor of this shop ? " " Yes , " answered the woman .
" I am Madame Entera , at your service . | What color were the drapes at the short pagoda building ? || Here they were offensive colors | 0False
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"He took us to the door of a building like a short pagoda that had a sign hanging over it showing a face with hands uplifted , like a saint under G d 's light , and handcuffed .",
"Sails of obscene orange and a green that insulted springtime hung draped across reds that might have been sensual elsewhere but here were only offensive ."
] |
He continued to lie in place , still breathing heavily .
I tried to keep myself calm .
Then , with a sigh , he said , " I have need of a certain stone that I once possessed .
It would allow me to leave this bed , despite my current illness .
My problem is that it was not made in this realm , but by a human , and only a human may handle it .
The herb vendor will tell you where you can find it .
If you would fetch me this stone , I would tell you what I can . " " Of course we will fetch you the stone , " Nepthys assured him .
" You have our thanks . " Outside , the thing at the herb cart nodded when we mentioned the stone .
He told Nepthys the name of a woman who lived on a certain street , and we set off .
When we reached the street , I expected some sort of temple , or a row of antiquaries , or at least a sleazy , black - market relics merchant .
Instead , it looked like we were in the red - light district : women who probably wanted more than our money eyed us from the alleys .
Nepthys did n't need to warn me not to speak to them .
He took us to the door of a building like a short pagoda that had a sign hanging over it showing a face with hands uplifted , like a saint under G d 's light , and handcuffed .
Inside , the entrance room was hung with bright silks and scattered with velvet cushions .
Sails of obscene orange and a green that insulted springtime hung draped across reds that might have been sensual elsewhere but here were only offensive .
A large woman , similarly decorated , quickly drifted up to us .
" Good evening , gentlemen , " she said .
" May I invite you to have a cup of tea ? " " No , thank you , " said Nepthys , " we regret that we can not take up your kind offer .
Are you the proprietor of this shop ? " " Yes , " answered the woman .
" I am Madame Entera , at your service . | What color were the drapes at the short pagoda building ? || The colors insulted Spring | 0False
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"He took us to the door of a building like a short pagoda that had a sign hanging over it showing a face with hands uplifted , like a saint under G d 's light , and handcuffed .",
"Sails of obscene orange and a green that insulted springtime hung draped across reds that might have been sensual elsewhere but here were only offensive ."
] |
He continued to lie in place , still breathing heavily .
I tried to keep myself calm .
Then , with a sigh , he said , " I have need of a certain stone that I once possessed .
It would allow me to leave this bed , despite my current illness .
My problem is that it was not made in this realm , but by a human , and only a human may handle it .
The herb vendor will tell you where you can find it .
If you would fetch me this stone , I would tell you what I can . " " Of course we will fetch you the stone , " Nepthys assured him .
" You have our thanks . " Outside , the thing at the herb cart nodded when we mentioned the stone .
He told Nepthys the name of a woman who lived on a certain street , and we set off .
When we reached the street , I expected some sort of temple , or a row of antiquaries , or at least a sleazy , black - market relics merchant .
Instead , it looked like we were in the red - light district : women who probably wanted more than our money eyed us from the alleys .
Nepthys did n't need to warn me not to speak to them .
He took us to the door of a building like a short pagoda that had a sign hanging over it showing a face with hands uplifted , like a saint under G d 's light , and handcuffed .
Inside , the entrance room was hung with bright silks and scattered with velvet cushions .
Sails of obscene orange and a green that insulted springtime hung draped across reds that might have been sensual elsewhere but here were only offensive .
A large woman , similarly decorated , quickly drifted up to us .
" Good evening , gentlemen , " she said .
" May I invite you to have a cup of tea ? " " No , thank you , " said Nepthys , " we regret that we can not take up your kind offer .
Are you the proprietor of this shop ? " " Yes , " answered the woman .
" I am Madame Entera , at your service . | What color were the drapes at the short pagoda building ? || Orange and green | 1True
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"He took us to the door of a building like a short pagoda that had a sign hanging over it showing a face with hands uplifted , like a saint under G d 's light , and handcuffed .",
"Sails of obscene orange and a green that insulted springtime hung draped across reds that might have been sensual elsewhere but here were only offensive ."
] |
He continued to lie in place , still breathing heavily .
I tried to keep myself calm .
Then , with a sigh , he said , " I have need of a certain stone that I once possessed .
It would allow me to leave this bed , despite my current illness .
My problem is that it was not made in this realm , but by a human , and only a human may handle it .
The herb vendor will tell you where you can find it .
If you would fetch me this stone , I would tell you what I can . " " Of course we will fetch you the stone , " Nepthys assured him .
" You have our thanks . " Outside , the thing at the herb cart nodded when we mentioned the stone .
He told Nepthys the name of a woman who lived on a certain street , and we set off .
When we reached the street , I expected some sort of temple , or a row of antiquaries , or at least a sleazy , black - market relics merchant .
Instead , it looked like we were in the red - light district : women who probably wanted more than our money eyed us from the alleys .
Nepthys did n't need to warn me not to speak to them .
He took us to the door of a building like a short pagoda that had a sign hanging over it showing a face with hands uplifted , like a saint under G d 's light , and handcuffed .
Inside , the entrance room was hung with bright silks and scattered with velvet cushions .
Sails of obscene orange and a green that insulted springtime hung draped across reds that might have been sensual elsewhere but here were only offensive .
A large woman , similarly decorated , quickly drifted up to us .
" Good evening , gentlemen , " she said .
" May I invite you to have a cup of tea ? " " No , thank you , " said Nepthys , " we regret that we can not take up your kind offer .
Are you the proprietor of this shop ? " " Yes , " answered the woman .
" I am Madame Entera , at your service . | What color were the drapes at the short pagoda building ? || The were Green and Orange draped across Red | 1True
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"He took us to the door of a building like a short pagoda that had a sign hanging over it showing a face with hands uplifted , like a saint under G d 's light , and handcuffed .",
"Sails of obscene orange and a green that insulted springtime hung draped across reds that might have been sensual elsewhere but here were only offensive ."
] |
He continued to lie in place , still breathing heavily .
I tried to keep myself calm .
Then , with a sigh , he said , " I have need of a certain stone that I once possessed .
It would allow me to leave this bed , despite my current illness .
My problem is that it was not made in this realm , but by a human , and only a human may handle it .
The herb vendor will tell you where you can find it .
If you would fetch me this stone , I would tell you what I can . " " Of course we will fetch you the stone , " Nepthys assured him .
" You have our thanks . " Outside , the thing at the herb cart nodded when we mentioned the stone .
He told Nepthys the name of a woman who lived on a certain street , and we set off .
When we reached the street , I expected some sort of temple , or a row of antiquaries , or at least a sleazy , black - market relics merchant .
Instead , it looked like we were in the red - light district : women who probably wanted more than our money eyed us from the alleys .
Nepthys did n't need to warn me not to speak to them .
He took us to the door of a building like a short pagoda that had a sign hanging over it showing a face with hands uplifted , like a saint under G d 's light , and handcuffed .
Inside , the entrance room was hung with bright silks and scattered with velvet cushions .
Sails of obscene orange and a green that insulted springtime hung draped across reds that might have been sensual elsewhere but here were only offensive .
A large woman , similarly decorated , quickly drifted up to us .
" Good evening , gentlemen , " she said .
" May I invite you to have a cup of tea ? " " No , thank you , " said Nepthys , " we regret that we can not take up your kind offer .
Are you the proprietor of this shop ? " " Yes , " answered the woman .
" I am Madame Entera , at your service . | Who is the proprietor of the shop ? || Madame Entera | 1True
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"Are you the proprietor of this shop ? \" \" Yes , \" answered the woman .",
"\" I am Madame Entera , at your service ."
] |
He continued to lie in place , still breathing heavily .
I tried to keep myself calm .
Then , with a sigh , he said , " I have need of a certain stone that I once possessed .
It would allow me to leave this bed , despite my current illness .
My problem is that it was not made in this realm , but by a human , and only a human may handle it .
The herb vendor will tell you where you can find it .
If you would fetch me this stone , I would tell you what I can . " " Of course we will fetch you the stone , " Nepthys assured him .
" You have our thanks . " Outside , the thing at the herb cart nodded when we mentioned the stone .
He told Nepthys the name of a woman who lived on a certain street , and we set off .
When we reached the street , I expected some sort of temple , or a row of antiquaries , or at least a sleazy , black - market relics merchant .
Instead , it looked like we were in the red - light district : women who probably wanted more than our money eyed us from the alleys .
Nepthys did n't need to warn me not to speak to them .
He took us to the door of a building like a short pagoda that had a sign hanging over it showing a face with hands uplifted , like a saint under G d 's light , and handcuffed .
Inside , the entrance room was hung with bright silks and scattered with velvet cushions .
Sails of obscene orange and a green that insulted springtime hung draped across reds that might have been sensual elsewhere but here were only offensive .
A large woman , similarly decorated , quickly drifted up to us .
" Good evening , gentlemen , " she said .
" May I invite you to have a cup of tea ? " " No , thank you , " said Nepthys , " we regret that we can not take up your kind offer .
Are you the proprietor of this shop ? " " Yes , " answered the woman .
" I am Madame Entera , at your service . | Who is the proprietor of the shop ? || The proprietor is Madame Entera | 1True
| [
"Are you the proprietor of this shop ? \" \" Yes , \" answered the woman .",
"\" I am Madame Entera , at your service ."
] |
He continued to lie in place , still breathing heavily .
I tried to keep myself calm .
Then , with a sigh , he said , " I have need of a certain stone that I once possessed .
It would allow me to leave this bed , despite my current illness .
My problem is that it was not made in this realm , but by a human , and only a human may handle it .
The herb vendor will tell you where you can find it .
If you would fetch me this stone , I would tell you what I can . " " Of course we will fetch you the stone , " Nepthys assured him .
" You have our thanks . " Outside , the thing at the herb cart nodded when we mentioned the stone .
He told Nepthys the name of a woman who lived on a certain street , and we set off .
When we reached the street , I expected some sort of temple , or a row of antiquaries , or at least a sleazy , black - market relics merchant .
Instead , it looked like we were in the red - light district : women who probably wanted more than our money eyed us from the alleys .
Nepthys did n't need to warn me not to speak to them .
He took us to the door of a building like a short pagoda that had a sign hanging over it showing a face with hands uplifted , like a saint under G d 's light , and handcuffed .
Inside , the entrance room was hung with bright silks and scattered with velvet cushions .
Sails of obscene orange and a green that insulted springtime hung draped across reds that might have been sensual elsewhere but here were only offensive .
A large woman , similarly decorated , quickly drifted up to us .
" Good evening , gentlemen , " she said .
" May I invite you to have a cup of tea ? " " No , thank you , " said Nepthys , " we regret that we can not take up your kind offer .
Are you the proprietor of this shop ? " " Yes , " answered the woman .
" I am Madame Entera , at your service . | Who is the proprietor of the shop ? || The women from the Ailies | 0False
| [
"Are you the proprietor of this shop ? \" \" Yes , \" answered the woman .",
"\" I am Madame Entera , at your service ."
] |
He continued to lie in place , still breathing heavily .
I tried to keep myself calm .
Then , with a sigh , he said , " I have need of a certain stone that I once possessed .
It would allow me to leave this bed , despite my current illness .
My problem is that it was not made in this realm , but by a human , and only a human may handle it .
The herb vendor will tell you where you can find it .
If you would fetch me this stone , I would tell you what I can . " " Of course we will fetch you the stone , " Nepthys assured him .
" You have our thanks . " Outside , the thing at the herb cart nodded when we mentioned the stone .
He told Nepthys the name of a woman who lived on a certain street , and we set off .
When we reached the street , I expected some sort of temple , or a row of antiquaries , or at least a sleazy , black - market relics merchant .
Instead , it looked like we were in the red - light district : women who probably wanted more than our money eyed us from the alleys .
Nepthys did n't need to warn me not to speak to them .
He took us to the door of a building like a short pagoda that had a sign hanging over it showing a face with hands uplifted , like a saint under G d 's light , and handcuffed .
Inside , the entrance room was hung with bright silks and scattered with velvet cushions .
Sails of obscene orange and a green that insulted springtime hung draped across reds that might have been sensual elsewhere but here were only offensive .
A large woman , similarly decorated , quickly drifted up to us .
" Good evening , gentlemen , " she said .
" May I invite you to have a cup of tea ? " " No , thank you , " said Nepthys , " we regret that we can not take up your kind offer .
Are you the proprietor of this shop ? " " Yes , " answered the woman .
" I am Madame Entera , at your service . | Who is the proprietor of the shop ? || The Herb Cart Person | 0False
| [
"Are you the proprietor of this shop ? \" \" Yes , \" answered the woman .",
"\" I am Madame Entera , at your service ."
] |
He continued to lie in place , still breathing heavily .
I tried to keep myself calm .
Then , with a sigh , he said , " I have need of a certain stone that I once possessed .
It would allow me to leave this bed , despite my current illness .
My problem is that it was not made in this realm , but by a human , and only a human may handle it .
The herb vendor will tell you where you can find it .
If you would fetch me this stone , I would tell you what I can . " " Of course we will fetch you the stone , " Nepthys assured him .
" You have our thanks . " Outside , the thing at the herb cart nodded when we mentioned the stone .
He told Nepthys the name of a woman who lived on a certain street , and we set off .
When we reached the street , I expected some sort of temple , or a row of antiquaries , or at least a sleazy , black - market relics merchant .
Instead , it looked like we were in the red - light district : women who probably wanted more than our money eyed us from the alleys .
Nepthys did n't need to warn me not to speak to them .
He took us to the door of a building like a short pagoda that had a sign hanging over it showing a face with hands uplifted , like a saint under G d 's light , and handcuffed .
Inside , the entrance room was hung with bright silks and scattered with velvet cushions .
Sails of obscene orange and a green that insulted springtime hung draped across reds that might have been sensual elsewhere but here were only offensive .
A large woman , similarly decorated , quickly drifted up to us .
" Good evening , gentlemen , " she said .
" May I invite you to have a cup of tea ? " " No , thank you , " said Nepthys , " we regret that we can not take up your kind offer .
Are you the proprietor of this shop ? " " Yes , " answered the woman .
" I am Madame Entera , at your service . | Who is the proprietor of the shop ? || The large woman | 1True
| [
"Are you the proprietor of this shop ? \" \" Yes , \" answered the woman .",
"\" I am Madame Entera , at your service ."
] |
Allan crouched over his desk once more , pen in hand and mind blank .
He contemplated a story , an outline he had laboriously constructed some time ago .
He had filled his pen and raised it , the nib descending towards the paper , before the sound came : the gentle , persistent tapping of the gnarled , primeval willow touching the window with long , insistent fingers .
His eyes awoke with a passionate , determined flame , though the only light came from the glutted moon .
Allan filled page after page , the words escaping from his mind onto the paper .
Where before they had marched in regiments , practiced in ranks and followed their leaders ' commands , the words now escaped in their true forms , unhindered by any stricture .
He continued long into the night , until the eldritch orb had sunk into the waiting hands of the willow , raised perpetually skyward .
Arthur looked up from the results of a night 's frenzied labors and looked Allan in the eye .
" What is this ? "
he queried , indicating the pages he held in his left hand .
" I decided that … since I was n't having much success with more – traditional – stories , I might see what sort of work I produced if I let my imagination go freely , " Allan replied , somewhat less self - assured than he had been the previous night .
" What in G - d 's name could have possessed you to do such a thing , " cried Arthur , nearly raising his voice .
" After all I said the day before , why have you abandoned centuries of literary progress for some self - indulgent fantasy ? "
He shook the papers at Allan , raising them like a belt above the head of a disobedient son .
" This is nothing but a glorified Grimm 's tale , a miscarried child of Stoker , a creation less fit to be published than to be told around an open fire at the hovel of some peasant ! "
He spoke the last word with such heavy intonation that Allan shrank back before the physical wave of sound emanating from Arthur 's throat .
" Do you hate the modern system of literature ?
Do you personally despise the works the Enlightenment or the progress made since Shakespeare ? "
For a moment , Allan could hardly do more than shake his head .
" No , of course not … I– " " Then why , " Arthur barreled on , " do you disregard them all and return to this superstitious babble , this morbid , paganistic drivel ? | What awoke the passion in Allan to begin writing that night ? || Shakespeare | 0False
| [
"His eyes awoke with a passionate , determined flame , though the only light came from the glutted moon .",
"Allan filled page after page , the words escaping from his mind onto the paper .",
"He continued long into the night , until the eldritch orb had sunk into the waiting hands of the willow , raised perpetually skyward ."
] |
Allan crouched over his desk once more , pen in hand and mind blank .
He contemplated a story , an outline he had laboriously constructed some time ago .
He had filled his pen and raised it , the nib descending towards the paper , before the sound came : the gentle , persistent tapping of the gnarled , primeval willow touching the window with long , insistent fingers .
His eyes awoke with a passionate , determined flame , though the only light came from the glutted moon .
Allan filled page after page , the words escaping from his mind onto the paper .
Where before they had marched in regiments , practiced in ranks and followed their leaders ' commands , the words now escaped in their true forms , unhindered by any stricture .
He continued long into the night , until the eldritch orb had sunk into the waiting hands of the willow , raised perpetually skyward .
Arthur looked up from the results of a night 's frenzied labors and looked Allan in the eye .
" What is this ? "
he queried , indicating the pages he held in his left hand .
" I decided that … since I was n't having much success with more – traditional – stories , I might see what sort of work I produced if I let my imagination go freely , " Allan replied , somewhat less self - assured than he had been the previous night .
" What in G - d 's name could have possessed you to do such a thing , " cried Arthur , nearly raising his voice .
" After all I said the day before , why have you abandoned centuries of literary progress for some self - indulgent fantasy ? "
He shook the papers at Allan , raising them like a belt above the head of a disobedient son .
" This is nothing but a glorified Grimm 's tale , a miscarried child of Stoker , a creation less fit to be published than to be told around an open fire at the hovel of some peasant ! "
He spoke the last word with such heavy intonation that Allan shrank back before the physical wave of sound emanating from Arthur 's throat .
" Do you hate the modern system of literature ?
Do you personally despise the works the Enlightenment or the progress made since Shakespeare ? "
For a moment , Allan could hardly do more than shake his head .
" No , of course not … I– " " Then why , " Arthur barreled on , " do you disregard them all and return to this superstitious babble , this morbid , paganistic drivel ? | What awoke the passion in Allan to begin writing that night ? || The gentle, persistent tapping of the gnarled, primeval willow touching the window with long, insistent fingers | 1True
| [
"His eyes awoke with a passionate , determined flame , though the only light came from the glutted moon .",
"Allan filled page after page , the words escaping from his mind onto the paper .",
"He continued long into the night , until the eldritch orb had sunk into the waiting hands of the willow , raised perpetually skyward ."
] |
Allan crouched over his desk once more , pen in hand and mind blank .
He contemplated a story , an outline he had laboriously constructed some time ago .
He had filled his pen and raised it , the nib descending towards the paper , before the sound came : the gentle , persistent tapping of the gnarled , primeval willow touching the window with long , insistent fingers .
His eyes awoke with a passionate , determined flame , though the only light came from the glutted moon .
Allan filled page after page , the words escaping from his mind onto the paper .
Where before they had marched in regiments , practiced in ranks and followed their leaders ' commands , the words now escaped in their true forms , unhindered by any stricture .
He continued long into the night , until the eldritch orb had sunk into the waiting hands of the willow , raised perpetually skyward .
Arthur looked up from the results of a night 's frenzied labors and looked Allan in the eye .
" What is this ? "
he queried , indicating the pages he held in his left hand .
" I decided that … since I was n't having much success with more – traditional – stories , I might see what sort of work I produced if I let my imagination go freely , " Allan replied , somewhat less self - assured than he had been the previous night .
" What in G - d 's name could have possessed you to do such a thing , " cried Arthur , nearly raising his voice .
" After all I said the day before , why have you abandoned centuries of literary progress for some self - indulgent fantasy ? "
He shook the papers at Allan , raising them like a belt above the head of a disobedient son .
" This is nothing but a glorified Grimm 's tale , a miscarried child of Stoker , a creation less fit to be published than to be told around an open fire at the hovel of some peasant ! "
He spoke the last word with such heavy intonation that Allan shrank back before the physical wave of sound emanating from Arthur 's throat .
" Do you hate the modern system of literature ?
Do you personally despise the works the Enlightenment or the progress made since Shakespeare ? "
For a moment , Allan could hardly do more than shake his head .
" No , of course not … I– " " Then why , " Arthur barreled on , " do you disregard them all and return to this superstitious babble , this morbid , paganistic drivel ? | What awoke the passion in Allan to begin writing that night ? || The moon | 0False
| [
"His eyes awoke with a passionate , determined flame , though the only light came from the glutted moon .",
"Allan filled page after page , the words escaping from his mind onto the paper .",
"He continued long into the night , until the eldritch orb had sunk into the waiting hands of the willow , raised perpetually skyward ."
] |
Allan crouched over his desk once more , pen in hand and mind blank .
He contemplated a story , an outline he had laboriously constructed some time ago .
He had filled his pen and raised it , the nib descending towards the paper , before the sound came : the gentle , persistent tapping of the gnarled , primeval willow touching the window with long , insistent fingers .
His eyes awoke with a passionate , determined flame , though the only light came from the glutted moon .
Allan filled page after page , the words escaping from his mind onto the paper .
Where before they had marched in regiments , practiced in ranks and followed their leaders ' commands , the words now escaped in their true forms , unhindered by any stricture .
He continued long into the night , until the eldritch orb had sunk into the waiting hands of the willow , raised perpetually skyward .
Arthur looked up from the results of a night 's frenzied labors and looked Allan in the eye .
" What is this ? "
he queried , indicating the pages he held in his left hand .
" I decided that … since I was n't having much success with more – traditional – stories , I might see what sort of work I produced if I let my imagination go freely , " Allan replied , somewhat less self - assured than he had been the previous night .
" What in G - d 's name could have possessed you to do such a thing , " cried Arthur , nearly raising his voice .
" After all I said the day before , why have you abandoned centuries of literary progress for some self - indulgent fantasy ? "
He shook the papers at Allan , raising them like a belt above the head of a disobedient son .
" This is nothing but a glorified Grimm 's tale , a miscarried child of Stoker , a creation less fit to be published than to be told around an open fire at the hovel of some peasant ! "
He spoke the last word with such heavy intonation that Allan shrank back before the physical wave of sound emanating from Arthur 's throat .
" Do you hate the modern system of literature ?
Do you personally despise the works the Enlightenment or the progress made since Shakespeare ? "
For a moment , Allan could hardly do more than shake his head .
" No , of course not … I– " " Then why , " Arthur barreled on , " do you disregard them all and return to this superstitious babble , this morbid , paganistic drivel ? | What awoke the passion in Allan to begin writing that night ? || The primeval willow touching the window | 1True
| [
"His eyes awoke with a passionate , determined flame , though the only light came from the glutted moon .",
"Allan filled page after page , the words escaping from his mind onto the paper .",
"He continued long into the night , until the eldritch orb had sunk into the waiting hands of the willow , raised perpetually skyward ."
] |
Allan crouched over his desk once more , pen in hand and mind blank .
He contemplated a story , an outline he had laboriously constructed some time ago .
He had filled his pen and raised it , the nib descending towards the paper , before the sound came : the gentle , persistent tapping of the gnarled , primeval willow touching the window with long , insistent fingers .
His eyes awoke with a passionate , determined flame , though the only light came from the glutted moon .
Allan filled page after page , the words escaping from his mind onto the paper .
Where before they had marched in regiments , practiced in ranks and followed their leaders ' commands , the words now escaped in their true forms , unhindered by any stricture .
He continued long into the night , until the eldritch orb had sunk into the waiting hands of the willow , raised perpetually skyward .
Arthur looked up from the results of a night 's frenzied labors and looked Allan in the eye .
" What is this ? "
he queried , indicating the pages he held in his left hand .
" I decided that … since I was n't having much success with more – traditional – stories , I might see what sort of work I produced if I let my imagination go freely , " Allan replied , somewhat less self - assured than he had been the previous night .
" What in G - d 's name could have possessed you to do such a thing , " cried Arthur , nearly raising his voice .
" After all I said the day before , why have you abandoned centuries of literary progress for some self - indulgent fantasy ? "
He shook the papers at Allan , raising them like a belt above the head of a disobedient son .
" This is nothing but a glorified Grimm 's tale , a miscarried child of Stoker , a creation less fit to be published than to be told around an open fire at the hovel of some peasant ! "
He spoke the last word with such heavy intonation that Allan shrank back before the physical wave of sound emanating from Arthur 's throat .
" Do you hate the modern system of literature ?
Do you personally despise the works the Enlightenment or the progress made since Shakespeare ? "
For a moment , Allan could hardly do more than shake his head .
" No , of course not … I– " " Then why , " Arthur barreled on , " do you disregard them all and return to this superstitious babble , this morbid , paganistic drivel ? | What awoke the passion in Allan to begin writing that night ? || Willow tapping the window | 1True
| [
"His eyes awoke with a passionate , determined flame , though the only light came from the glutted moon .",
"Allan filled page after page , the words escaping from his mind onto the paper .",
"He continued long into the night , until the eldritch orb had sunk into the waiting hands of the willow , raised perpetually skyward ."
] |
Allan crouched over his desk once more , pen in hand and mind blank .
He contemplated a story , an outline he had laboriously constructed some time ago .
He had filled his pen and raised it , the nib descending towards the paper , before the sound came : the gentle , persistent tapping of the gnarled , primeval willow touching the window with long , insistent fingers .
His eyes awoke with a passionate , determined flame , though the only light came from the glutted moon .
Allan filled page after page , the words escaping from his mind onto the paper .
Where before they had marched in regiments , practiced in ranks and followed their leaders ' commands , the words now escaped in their true forms , unhindered by any stricture .
He continued long into the night , until the eldritch orb had sunk into the waiting hands of the willow , raised perpetually skyward .
Arthur looked up from the results of a night 's frenzied labors and looked Allan in the eye .
" What is this ? "
he queried , indicating the pages he held in his left hand .
" I decided that … since I was n't having much success with more – traditional – stories , I might see what sort of work I produced if I let my imagination go freely , " Allan replied , somewhat less self - assured than he had been the previous night .
" What in G - d 's name could have possessed you to do such a thing , " cried Arthur , nearly raising his voice .
" After all I said the day before , why have you abandoned centuries of literary progress for some self - indulgent fantasy ? "
He shook the papers at Allan , raising them like a belt above the head of a disobedient son .
" This is nothing but a glorified Grimm 's tale , a miscarried child of Stoker , a creation less fit to be published than to be told around an open fire at the hovel of some peasant ! "
He spoke the last word with such heavy intonation that Allan shrank back before the physical wave of sound emanating from Arthur 's throat .
" Do you hate the modern system of literature ?
Do you personally despise the works the Enlightenment or the progress made since Shakespeare ? "
For a moment , Allan could hardly do more than shake his head .
" No , of course not … I– " " Then why , " Arthur barreled on , " do you disregard them all and return to this superstitious babble , this morbid , paganistic drivel ? | What awoke the passion in Allan to begin writing that night ? || Outside nature sounds | 1True
| [
"His eyes awoke with a passionate , determined flame , though the only light came from the glutted moon .",
"Allan filled page after page , the words escaping from his mind onto the paper .",
"He continued long into the night , until the eldritch orb had sunk into the waiting hands of the willow , raised perpetually skyward ."
] |
Allan crouched over his desk once more , pen in hand and mind blank .
He contemplated a story , an outline he had laboriously constructed some time ago .
He had filled his pen and raised it , the nib descending towards the paper , before the sound came : the gentle , persistent tapping of the gnarled , primeval willow touching the window with long , insistent fingers .
His eyes awoke with a passionate , determined flame , though the only light came from the glutted moon .
Allan filled page after page , the words escaping from his mind onto the paper .
Where before they had marched in regiments , practiced in ranks and followed their leaders ' commands , the words now escaped in their true forms , unhindered by any stricture .
He continued long into the night , until the eldritch orb had sunk into the waiting hands of the willow , raised perpetually skyward .
Arthur looked up from the results of a night 's frenzied labors and looked Allan in the eye .
" What is this ? "
he queried , indicating the pages he held in his left hand .
" I decided that … since I was n't having much success with more – traditional – stories , I might see what sort of work I produced if I let my imagination go freely , " Allan replied , somewhat less self - assured than he had been the previous night .
" What in G - d 's name could have possessed you to do such a thing , " cried Arthur , nearly raising his voice .
" After all I said the day before , why have you abandoned centuries of literary progress for some self - indulgent fantasy ? "
He shook the papers at Allan , raising them like a belt above the head of a disobedient son .
" This is nothing but a glorified Grimm 's tale , a miscarried child of Stoker , a creation less fit to be published than to be told around an open fire at the hovel of some peasant ! "
He spoke the last word with such heavy intonation that Allan shrank back before the physical wave of sound emanating from Arthur 's throat .
" Do you hate the modern system of literature ?
Do you personally despise the works the Enlightenment or the progress made since Shakespeare ? "
For a moment , Allan could hardly do more than shake his head .
" No , of course not … I– " " Then why , " Arthur barreled on , " do you disregard them all and return to this superstitious babble , this morbid , paganistic drivel ? | What awoke the passion in Allan to begin writing that night ? || He had been drinking that night | 0False
| [
"His eyes awoke with a passionate , determined flame , though the only light came from the glutted moon .",
"Allan filled page after page , the words escaping from his mind onto the paper .",
"He continued long into the night , until the eldritch orb had sunk into the waiting hands of the willow , raised perpetually skyward ."
] |
Allan crouched over his desk once more , pen in hand and mind blank .
He contemplated a story , an outline he had laboriously constructed some time ago .
He had filled his pen and raised it , the nib descending towards the paper , before the sound came : the gentle , persistent tapping of the gnarled , primeval willow touching the window with long , insistent fingers .
His eyes awoke with a passionate , determined flame , though the only light came from the glutted moon .
Allan filled page after page , the words escaping from his mind onto the paper .
Where before they had marched in regiments , practiced in ranks and followed their leaders ' commands , the words now escaped in their true forms , unhindered by any stricture .
He continued long into the night , until the eldritch orb had sunk into the waiting hands of the willow , raised perpetually skyward .
Arthur looked up from the results of a night 's frenzied labors and looked Allan in the eye .
" What is this ? "
he queried , indicating the pages he held in his left hand .
" I decided that … since I was n't having much success with more – traditional – stories , I might see what sort of work I produced if I let my imagination go freely , " Allan replied , somewhat less self - assured than he had been the previous night .
" What in G - d 's name could have possessed you to do such a thing , " cried Arthur , nearly raising his voice .
" After all I said the day before , why have you abandoned centuries of literary progress for some self - indulgent fantasy ? "
He shook the papers at Allan , raising them like a belt above the head of a disobedient son .
" This is nothing but a glorified Grimm 's tale , a miscarried child of Stoker , a creation less fit to be published than to be told around an open fire at the hovel of some peasant ! "
He spoke the last word with such heavy intonation that Allan shrank back before the physical wave of sound emanating from Arthur 's throat .
" Do you hate the modern system of literature ?
Do you personally despise the works the Enlightenment or the progress made since Shakespeare ? "
For a moment , Allan could hardly do more than shake his head .
" No , of course not … I– " " Then why , " Arthur barreled on , " do you disregard them all and return to this superstitious babble , this morbid , paganistic drivel ? | What was Allan 's reasoning to Arthur for his paper ? || He was bored | 0False
| [
"\" I decided that … since I was n't having much success with more – traditional – stories , I might see what sort of work I produced if I let my imagination go freely , \" Allan replied , somewhat less self - assured than he had been the previous night .",
"Arthur looked up from the results of a night 's frenzied labors and looked Allan in the eye ."
] |
Allan crouched over his desk once more , pen in hand and mind blank .
He contemplated a story , an outline he had laboriously constructed some time ago .
He had filled his pen and raised it , the nib descending towards the paper , before the sound came : the gentle , persistent tapping of the gnarled , primeval willow touching the window with long , insistent fingers .
His eyes awoke with a passionate , determined flame , though the only light came from the glutted moon .
Allan filled page after page , the words escaping from his mind onto the paper .
Where before they had marched in regiments , practiced in ranks and followed their leaders ' commands , the words now escaped in their true forms , unhindered by any stricture .
He continued long into the night , until the eldritch orb had sunk into the waiting hands of the willow , raised perpetually skyward .
Arthur looked up from the results of a night 's frenzied labors and looked Allan in the eye .
" What is this ? "
he queried , indicating the pages he held in his left hand .
" I decided that … since I was n't having much success with more – traditional – stories , I might see what sort of work I produced if I let my imagination go freely , " Allan replied , somewhat less self - assured than he had been the previous night .
" What in G - d 's name could have possessed you to do such a thing , " cried Arthur , nearly raising his voice .
" After all I said the day before , why have you abandoned centuries of literary progress for some self - indulgent fantasy ? "
He shook the papers at Allan , raising them like a belt above the head of a disobedient son .
" This is nothing but a glorified Grimm 's tale , a miscarried child of Stoker , a creation less fit to be published than to be told around an open fire at the hovel of some peasant ! "
He spoke the last word with such heavy intonation that Allan shrank back before the physical wave of sound emanating from Arthur 's throat .
" Do you hate the modern system of literature ?
Do you personally despise the works the Enlightenment or the progress made since Shakespeare ? "
For a moment , Allan could hardly do more than shake his head .
" No , of course not … I– " " Then why , " Arthur barreled on , " do you disregard them all and return to this superstitious babble , this morbid , paganistic drivel ? | What was Allan 's reasoning to Arthur for his paper ? || He wanted acclaim | 0False
| [
"\" I decided that … since I was n't having much success with more – traditional – stories , I might see what sort of work I produced if I let my imagination go freely , \" Allan replied , somewhat less self - assured than he had been the previous night .",
"Arthur looked up from the results of a night 's frenzied labors and looked Allan in the eye ."
] |
Allan crouched over his desk once more , pen in hand and mind blank .
He contemplated a story , an outline he had laboriously constructed some time ago .
He had filled his pen and raised it , the nib descending towards the paper , before the sound came : the gentle , persistent tapping of the gnarled , primeval willow touching the window with long , insistent fingers .
His eyes awoke with a passionate , determined flame , though the only light came from the glutted moon .
Allan filled page after page , the words escaping from his mind onto the paper .
Where before they had marched in regiments , practiced in ranks and followed their leaders ' commands , the words now escaped in their true forms , unhindered by any stricture .
He continued long into the night , until the eldritch orb had sunk into the waiting hands of the willow , raised perpetually skyward .
Arthur looked up from the results of a night 's frenzied labors and looked Allan in the eye .
" What is this ? "
he queried , indicating the pages he held in his left hand .
" I decided that … since I was n't having much success with more – traditional – stories , I might see what sort of work I produced if I let my imagination go freely , " Allan replied , somewhat less self - assured than he had been the previous night .
" What in G - d 's name could have possessed you to do such a thing , " cried Arthur , nearly raising his voice .
" After all I said the day before , why have you abandoned centuries of literary progress for some self - indulgent fantasy ? "
He shook the papers at Allan , raising them like a belt above the head of a disobedient son .
" This is nothing but a glorified Grimm 's tale , a miscarried child of Stoker , a creation less fit to be published than to be told around an open fire at the hovel of some peasant ! "
He spoke the last word with such heavy intonation that Allan shrank back before the physical wave of sound emanating from Arthur 's throat .
" Do you hate the modern system of literature ?
Do you personally despise the works the Enlightenment or the progress made since Shakespeare ? "
For a moment , Allan could hardly do more than shake his head .
" No , of course not … I– " " Then why , " Arthur barreled on , " do you disregard them all and return to this superstitious babble , this morbid , paganistic drivel ? | What was Allan 's reasoning to Arthur for his paper ? || He wanted to free his imagination | 1True
| [
"\" I decided that … since I was n't having much success with more – traditional – stories , I might see what sort of work I produced if I let my imagination go freely , \" Allan replied , somewhat less self - assured than he had been the previous night .",
"Arthur looked up from the results of a night 's frenzied labors and looked Allan in the eye ."
] |
Allan crouched over his desk once more , pen in hand and mind blank .
He contemplated a story , an outline he had laboriously constructed some time ago .
He had filled his pen and raised it , the nib descending towards the paper , before the sound came : the gentle , persistent tapping of the gnarled , primeval willow touching the window with long , insistent fingers .
His eyes awoke with a passionate , determined flame , though the only light came from the glutted moon .
Allan filled page after page , the words escaping from his mind onto the paper .
Where before they had marched in regiments , practiced in ranks and followed their leaders ' commands , the words now escaped in their true forms , unhindered by any stricture .
He continued long into the night , until the eldritch orb had sunk into the waiting hands of the willow , raised perpetually skyward .
Arthur looked up from the results of a night 's frenzied labors and looked Allan in the eye .
" What is this ? "
he queried , indicating the pages he held in his left hand .
" I decided that … since I was n't having much success with more – traditional – stories , I might see what sort of work I produced if I let my imagination go freely , " Allan replied , somewhat less self - assured than he had been the previous night .
" What in G - d 's name could have possessed you to do such a thing , " cried Arthur , nearly raising his voice .
" After all I said the day before , why have you abandoned centuries of literary progress for some self - indulgent fantasy ? "
He shook the papers at Allan , raising them like a belt above the head of a disobedient son .
" This is nothing but a glorified Grimm 's tale , a miscarried child of Stoker , a creation less fit to be published than to be told around an open fire at the hovel of some peasant ! "
He spoke the last word with such heavy intonation that Allan shrank back before the physical wave of sound emanating from Arthur 's throat .
" Do you hate the modern system of literature ?
Do you personally despise the works the Enlightenment or the progress made since Shakespeare ? "
For a moment , Allan could hardly do more than shake his head .
" No , of course not … I– " " Then why , " Arthur barreled on , " do you disregard them all and return to this superstitious babble , this morbid , paganistic drivel ? | What was Allan 's reasoning to Arthur for his paper ? || He wanted to imitate the greats | 0False
| [
"\" I decided that … since I was n't having much success with more – traditional – stories , I might see what sort of work I produced if I let my imagination go freely , \" Allan replied , somewhat less self - assured than he had been the previous night .",
"Arthur looked up from the results of a night 's frenzied labors and looked Allan in the eye ."
] |
Allan crouched over his desk once more , pen in hand and mind blank .
He contemplated a story , an outline he had laboriously constructed some time ago .
He had filled his pen and raised it , the nib descending towards the paper , before the sound came : the gentle , persistent tapping of the gnarled , primeval willow touching the window with long , insistent fingers .
His eyes awoke with a passionate , determined flame , though the only light came from the glutted moon .
Allan filled page after page , the words escaping from his mind onto the paper .
Where before they had marched in regiments , practiced in ranks and followed their leaders ' commands , the words now escaped in their true forms , unhindered by any stricture .
He continued long into the night , until the eldritch orb had sunk into the waiting hands of the willow , raised perpetually skyward .
Arthur looked up from the results of a night 's frenzied labors and looked Allan in the eye .
" What is this ? "
he queried , indicating the pages he held in his left hand .
" I decided that … since I was n't having much success with more – traditional – stories , I might see what sort of work I produced if I let my imagination go freely , " Allan replied , somewhat less self - assured than he had been the previous night .
" What in G - d 's name could have possessed you to do such a thing , " cried Arthur , nearly raising his voice .
" After all I said the day before , why have you abandoned centuries of literary progress for some self - indulgent fantasy ? "
He shook the papers at Allan , raising them like a belt above the head of a disobedient son .
" This is nothing but a glorified Grimm 's tale , a miscarried child of Stoker , a creation less fit to be published than to be told around an open fire at the hovel of some peasant ! "
He spoke the last word with such heavy intonation that Allan shrank back before the physical wave of sound emanating from Arthur 's throat .
" Do you hate the modern system of literature ?
Do you personally despise the works the Enlightenment or the progress made since Shakespeare ? "
For a moment , Allan could hardly do more than shake his head .
" No , of course not … I– " " Then why , " Arthur barreled on , " do you disregard them all and return to this superstitious babble , this morbid , paganistic drivel ? | What was Allan 's reasoning to Arthur for his paper ? || He wanted to see what he would write if he allowed his mind to run freely | 1True
| [
"\" I decided that … since I was n't having much success with more – traditional – stories , I might see what sort of work I produced if I let my imagination go freely , \" Allan replied , somewhat less self - assured than he had been the previous night .",
"Arthur looked up from the results of a night 's frenzied labors and looked Allan in the eye ."
] |
Allan crouched over his desk once more , pen in hand and mind blank .
He contemplated a story , an outline he had laboriously constructed some time ago .
He had filled his pen and raised it , the nib descending towards the paper , before the sound came : the gentle , persistent tapping of the gnarled , primeval willow touching the window with long , insistent fingers .
His eyes awoke with a passionate , determined flame , though the only light came from the glutted moon .
Allan filled page after page , the words escaping from his mind onto the paper .
Where before they had marched in regiments , practiced in ranks and followed their leaders ' commands , the words now escaped in their true forms , unhindered by any stricture .
He continued long into the night , until the eldritch orb had sunk into the waiting hands of the willow , raised perpetually skyward .
Arthur looked up from the results of a night 's frenzied labors and looked Allan in the eye .
" What is this ? "
he queried , indicating the pages he held in his left hand .
" I decided that … since I was n't having much success with more – traditional – stories , I might see what sort of work I produced if I let my imagination go freely , " Allan replied , somewhat less self - assured than he had been the previous night .
" What in G - d 's name could have possessed you to do such a thing , " cried Arthur , nearly raising his voice .
" After all I said the day before , why have you abandoned centuries of literary progress for some self - indulgent fantasy ? "
He shook the papers at Allan , raising them like a belt above the head of a disobedient son .
" This is nothing but a glorified Grimm 's tale , a miscarried child of Stoker , a creation less fit to be published than to be told around an open fire at the hovel of some peasant ! "
He spoke the last word with such heavy intonation that Allan shrank back before the physical wave of sound emanating from Arthur 's throat .
" Do you hate the modern system of literature ?
Do you personally despise the works the Enlightenment or the progress made since Shakespeare ? "
For a moment , Allan could hardly do more than shake his head .
" No , of course not … I– " " Then why , " Arthur barreled on , " do you disregard them all and return to this superstitious babble , this morbid , paganistic drivel ? | What was Allan 's reasoning to Arthur for his paper ? || He let his imagination go freely | 1True
| [
"\" I decided that … since I was n't having much success with more – traditional – stories , I might see what sort of work I produced if I let my imagination go freely , \" Allan replied , somewhat less self - assured than he had been the previous night .",
"Arthur looked up from the results of a night 's frenzied labors and looked Allan in the eye ."
] |
Allan crouched over his desk once more , pen in hand and mind blank .
He contemplated a story , an outline he had laboriously constructed some time ago .
He had filled his pen and raised it , the nib descending towards the paper , before the sound came : the gentle , persistent tapping of the gnarled , primeval willow touching the window with long , insistent fingers .
His eyes awoke with a passionate , determined flame , though the only light came from the glutted moon .
Allan filled page after page , the words escaping from his mind onto the paper .
Where before they had marched in regiments , practiced in ranks and followed their leaders ' commands , the words now escaped in their true forms , unhindered by any stricture .
He continued long into the night , until the eldritch orb had sunk into the waiting hands of the willow , raised perpetually skyward .
Arthur looked up from the results of a night 's frenzied labors and looked Allan in the eye .
" What is this ? "
he queried , indicating the pages he held in his left hand .
" I decided that … since I was n't having much success with more – traditional – stories , I might see what sort of work I produced if I let my imagination go freely , " Allan replied , somewhat less self - assured than he had been the previous night .
" What in G - d 's name could have possessed you to do such a thing , " cried Arthur , nearly raising his voice .
" After all I said the day before , why have you abandoned centuries of literary progress for some self - indulgent fantasy ? "
He shook the papers at Allan , raising them like a belt above the head of a disobedient son .
" This is nothing but a glorified Grimm 's tale , a miscarried child of Stoker , a creation less fit to be published than to be told around an open fire at the hovel of some peasant ! "
He spoke the last word with such heavy intonation that Allan shrank back before the physical wave of sound emanating from Arthur 's throat .
" Do you hate the modern system of literature ?
Do you personally despise the works the Enlightenment or the progress made since Shakespeare ? "
For a moment , Allan could hardly do more than shake his head .
" No , of course not … I– " " Then why , " Arthur barreled on , " do you disregard them all and return to this superstitious babble , this morbid , paganistic drivel ? | What was Allan 's reasoning to Arthur for his paper ? || He wanted to break from tradition | 1True
| [
"\" I decided that … since I was n't having much success with more – traditional – stories , I might see what sort of work I produced if I let my imagination go freely , \" Allan replied , somewhat less self - assured than he had been the previous night .",
"Arthur looked up from the results of a night 's frenzied labors and looked Allan in the eye ."
] |
Allan crouched over his desk once more , pen in hand and mind blank .
He contemplated a story , an outline he had laboriously constructed some time ago .
He had filled his pen and raised it , the nib descending towards the paper , before the sound came : the gentle , persistent tapping of the gnarled , primeval willow touching the window with long , insistent fingers .
His eyes awoke with a passionate , determined flame , though the only light came from the glutted moon .
Allan filled page after page , the words escaping from his mind onto the paper .
Where before they had marched in regiments , practiced in ranks and followed their leaders ' commands , the words now escaped in their true forms , unhindered by any stricture .
He continued long into the night , until the eldritch orb had sunk into the waiting hands of the willow , raised perpetually skyward .
Arthur looked up from the results of a night 's frenzied labors and looked Allan in the eye .
" What is this ? "
he queried , indicating the pages he held in his left hand .
" I decided that … since I was n't having much success with more – traditional – stories , I might see what sort of work I produced if I let my imagination go freely , " Allan replied , somewhat less self - assured than he had been the previous night .
" What in G - d 's name could have possessed you to do such a thing , " cried Arthur , nearly raising his voice .
" After all I said the day before , why have you abandoned centuries of literary progress for some self - indulgent fantasy ? "
He shook the papers at Allan , raising them like a belt above the head of a disobedient son .
" This is nothing but a glorified Grimm 's tale , a miscarried child of Stoker , a creation less fit to be published than to be told around an open fire at the hovel of some peasant ! "
He spoke the last word with such heavy intonation that Allan shrank back before the physical wave of sound emanating from Arthur 's throat .
" Do you hate the modern system of literature ?
Do you personally despise the works the Enlightenment or the progress made since Shakespeare ? "
For a moment , Allan could hardly do more than shake his head .
" No , of course not … I– " " Then why , " Arthur barreled on , " do you disregard them all and return to this superstitious babble , this morbid , paganistic drivel ? | How many authors ' surnames did Arthur mention ? || 5 | 0False
| [
"\" This is nothing but a glorified Grimm 's tale , a miscarried child of Stoker , a creation less fit to be published than to be told around an open fire at the hovel of some peasant ! \"",
"Do you personally despise the works the Enlightenment or the progress made since Shakespeare ? \""
] |
Allan crouched over his desk once more , pen in hand and mind blank .
He contemplated a story , an outline he had laboriously constructed some time ago .
He had filled his pen and raised it , the nib descending towards the paper , before the sound came : the gentle , persistent tapping of the gnarled , primeval willow touching the window with long , insistent fingers .
His eyes awoke with a passionate , determined flame , though the only light came from the glutted moon .
Allan filled page after page , the words escaping from his mind onto the paper .
Where before they had marched in regiments , practiced in ranks and followed their leaders ' commands , the words now escaped in their true forms , unhindered by any stricture .
He continued long into the night , until the eldritch orb had sunk into the waiting hands of the willow , raised perpetually skyward .
Arthur looked up from the results of a night 's frenzied labors and looked Allan in the eye .
" What is this ? "
he queried , indicating the pages he held in his left hand .
" I decided that … since I was n't having much success with more – traditional – stories , I might see what sort of work I produced if I let my imagination go freely , " Allan replied , somewhat less self - assured than he had been the previous night .
" What in G - d 's name could have possessed you to do such a thing , " cried Arthur , nearly raising his voice .
" After all I said the day before , why have you abandoned centuries of literary progress for some self - indulgent fantasy ? "
He shook the papers at Allan , raising them like a belt above the head of a disobedient son .
" This is nothing but a glorified Grimm 's tale , a miscarried child of Stoker , a creation less fit to be published than to be told around an open fire at the hovel of some peasant ! "
He spoke the last word with such heavy intonation that Allan shrank back before the physical wave of sound emanating from Arthur 's throat .
" Do you hate the modern system of literature ?
Do you personally despise the works the Enlightenment or the progress made since Shakespeare ? "
For a moment , Allan could hardly do more than shake his head .
" No , of course not … I– " " Then why , " Arthur barreled on , " do you disregard them all and return to this superstitious babble , this morbid , paganistic drivel ? | How many authors ' surnames did Arthur mention ? || Fewer than 5 | 1True
| [
"\" This is nothing but a glorified Grimm 's tale , a miscarried child of Stoker , a creation less fit to be published than to be told around an open fire at the hovel of some peasant ! \"",
"Do you personally despise the works the Enlightenment or the progress made since Shakespeare ? \""
] |
Allan crouched over his desk once more , pen in hand and mind blank .
He contemplated a story , an outline he had laboriously constructed some time ago .
He had filled his pen and raised it , the nib descending towards the paper , before the sound came : the gentle , persistent tapping of the gnarled , primeval willow touching the window with long , insistent fingers .
His eyes awoke with a passionate , determined flame , though the only light came from the glutted moon .
Allan filled page after page , the words escaping from his mind onto the paper .
Where before they had marched in regiments , practiced in ranks and followed their leaders ' commands , the words now escaped in their true forms , unhindered by any stricture .
He continued long into the night , until the eldritch orb had sunk into the waiting hands of the willow , raised perpetually skyward .
Arthur looked up from the results of a night 's frenzied labors and looked Allan in the eye .
" What is this ? "
he queried , indicating the pages he held in his left hand .
" I decided that … since I was n't having much success with more – traditional – stories , I might see what sort of work I produced if I let my imagination go freely , " Allan replied , somewhat less self - assured than he had been the previous night .
" What in G - d 's name could have possessed you to do such a thing , " cried Arthur , nearly raising his voice .
" After all I said the day before , why have you abandoned centuries of literary progress for some self - indulgent fantasy ? "
He shook the papers at Allan , raising them like a belt above the head of a disobedient son .
" This is nothing but a glorified Grimm 's tale , a miscarried child of Stoker , a creation less fit to be published than to be told around an open fire at the hovel of some peasant ! "
He spoke the last word with such heavy intonation that Allan shrank back before the physical wave of sound emanating from Arthur 's throat .
" Do you hate the modern system of literature ?
Do you personally despise the works the Enlightenment or the progress made since Shakespeare ? "
For a moment , Allan could hardly do more than shake his head .
" No , of course not … I– " " Then why , " Arthur barreled on , " do you disregard them all and return to this superstitious babble , this morbid , paganistic drivel ? | How many authors ' surnames did Arthur mention ? || Half a dozen | 0False
| [
"\" This is nothing but a glorified Grimm 's tale , a miscarried child of Stoker , a creation less fit to be published than to be told around an open fire at the hovel of some peasant ! \"",
"Do you personally despise the works the Enlightenment or the progress made since Shakespeare ? \""
] |
Allan crouched over his desk once more , pen in hand and mind blank .
He contemplated a story , an outline he had laboriously constructed some time ago .
He had filled his pen and raised it , the nib descending towards the paper , before the sound came : the gentle , persistent tapping of the gnarled , primeval willow touching the window with long , insistent fingers .
His eyes awoke with a passionate , determined flame , though the only light came from the glutted moon .
Allan filled page after page , the words escaping from his mind onto the paper .
Where before they had marched in regiments , practiced in ranks and followed their leaders ' commands , the words now escaped in their true forms , unhindered by any stricture .
He continued long into the night , until the eldritch orb had sunk into the waiting hands of the willow , raised perpetually skyward .
Arthur looked up from the results of a night 's frenzied labors and looked Allan in the eye .
" What is this ? "
he queried , indicating the pages he held in his left hand .
" I decided that … since I was n't having much success with more – traditional – stories , I might see what sort of work I produced if I let my imagination go freely , " Allan replied , somewhat less self - assured than he had been the previous night .
" What in G - d 's name could have possessed you to do such a thing , " cried Arthur , nearly raising his voice .
" After all I said the day before , why have you abandoned centuries of literary progress for some self - indulgent fantasy ? "
He shook the papers at Allan , raising them like a belt above the head of a disobedient son .
" This is nothing but a glorified Grimm 's tale , a miscarried child of Stoker , a creation less fit to be published than to be told around an open fire at the hovel of some peasant ! "
He spoke the last word with such heavy intonation that Allan shrank back before the physical wave of sound emanating from Arthur 's throat .
" Do you hate the modern system of literature ?
Do you personally despise the works the Enlightenment or the progress made since Shakespeare ? "
For a moment , Allan could hardly do more than shake his head .
" No , of course not … I– " " Then why , " Arthur barreled on , " do you disregard them all and return to this superstitious babble , this morbid , paganistic drivel ? | How many authors ' surnames did Arthur mention ? || 7 | 0False
| [
"\" This is nothing but a glorified Grimm 's tale , a miscarried child of Stoker , a creation less fit to be published than to be told around an open fire at the hovel of some peasant ! \"",
"Do you personally despise the works the Enlightenment or the progress made since Shakespeare ? \""
] |
Allan crouched over his desk once more , pen in hand and mind blank .
He contemplated a story , an outline he had laboriously constructed some time ago .
He had filled his pen and raised it , the nib descending towards the paper , before the sound came : the gentle , persistent tapping of the gnarled , primeval willow touching the window with long , insistent fingers .
His eyes awoke with a passionate , determined flame , though the only light came from the glutted moon .
Allan filled page after page , the words escaping from his mind onto the paper .
Where before they had marched in regiments , practiced in ranks and followed their leaders ' commands , the words now escaped in their true forms , unhindered by any stricture .
He continued long into the night , until the eldritch orb had sunk into the waiting hands of the willow , raised perpetually skyward .
Arthur looked up from the results of a night 's frenzied labors and looked Allan in the eye .
" What is this ? "
he queried , indicating the pages he held in his left hand .
" I decided that … since I was n't having much success with more – traditional – stories , I might see what sort of work I produced if I let my imagination go freely , " Allan replied , somewhat less self - assured than he had been the previous night .
" What in G - d 's name could have possessed you to do such a thing , " cried Arthur , nearly raising his voice .
" After all I said the day before , why have you abandoned centuries of literary progress for some self - indulgent fantasy ? "
He shook the papers at Allan , raising them like a belt above the head of a disobedient son .
" This is nothing but a glorified Grimm 's tale , a miscarried child of Stoker , a creation less fit to be published than to be told around an open fire at the hovel of some peasant ! "
He spoke the last word with such heavy intonation that Allan shrank back before the physical wave of sound emanating from Arthur 's throat .
" Do you hate the modern system of literature ?
Do you personally despise the works the Enlightenment or the progress made since Shakespeare ? "
For a moment , Allan could hardly do more than shake his head .
" No , of course not … I– " " Then why , " Arthur barreled on , " do you disregard them all and return to this superstitious babble , this morbid , paganistic drivel ? | How many authors ' surnames did Arthur mention ? || Three | 1True
| [
"\" This is nothing but a glorified Grimm 's tale , a miscarried child of Stoker , a creation less fit to be published than to be told around an open fire at the hovel of some peasant ! \"",
"Do you personally despise the works the Enlightenment or the progress made since Shakespeare ? \""
] |
Allan crouched over his desk once more , pen in hand and mind blank .
He contemplated a story , an outline he had laboriously constructed some time ago .
He had filled his pen and raised it , the nib descending towards the paper , before the sound came : the gentle , persistent tapping of the gnarled , primeval willow touching the window with long , insistent fingers .
His eyes awoke with a passionate , determined flame , though the only light came from the glutted moon .
Allan filled page after page , the words escaping from his mind onto the paper .
Where before they had marched in regiments , practiced in ranks and followed their leaders ' commands , the words now escaped in their true forms , unhindered by any stricture .
He continued long into the night , until the eldritch orb had sunk into the waiting hands of the willow , raised perpetually skyward .
Arthur looked up from the results of a night 's frenzied labors and looked Allan in the eye .
" What is this ? "
he queried , indicating the pages he held in his left hand .
" I decided that … since I was n't having much success with more – traditional – stories , I might see what sort of work I produced if I let my imagination go freely , " Allan replied , somewhat less self - assured than he had been the previous night .
" What in G - d 's name could have possessed you to do such a thing , " cried Arthur , nearly raising his voice .
" After all I said the day before , why have you abandoned centuries of literary progress for some self - indulgent fantasy ? "
He shook the papers at Allan , raising them like a belt above the head of a disobedient son .
" This is nothing but a glorified Grimm 's tale , a miscarried child of Stoker , a creation less fit to be published than to be told around an open fire at the hovel of some peasant ! "
He spoke the last word with such heavy intonation that Allan shrank back before the physical wave of sound emanating from Arthur 's throat .
" Do you hate the modern system of literature ?
Do you personally despise the works the Enlightenment or the progress made since Shakespeare ? "
For a moment , Allan could hardly do more than shake his head .
" No , of course not … I– " " Then why , " Arthur barreled on , " do you disregard them all and return to this superstitious babble , this morbid , paganistic drivel ? | How many authors ' surnames did Arthur mention ? || 3 | 1True
| [
"\" This is nothing but a glorified Grimm 's tale , a miscarried child of Stoker , a creation less fit to be published than to be told around an open fire at the hovel of some peasant ! \"",
"Do you personally despise the works the Enlightenment or the progress made since Shakespeare ? \""
] |
Allan crouched over his desk once more , pen in hand and mind blank .
He contemplated a story , an outline he had laboriously constructed some time ago .
He had filled his pen and raised it , the nib descending towards the paper , before the sound came : the gentle , persistent tapping of the gnarled , primeval willow touching the window with long , insistent fingers .
His eyes awoke with a passionate , determined flame , though the only light came from the glutted moon .
Allan filled page after page , the words escaping from his mind onto the paper .
Where before they had marched in regiments , practiced in ranks and followed their leaders ' commands , the words now escaped in their true forms , unhindered by any stricture .
He continued long into the night , until the eldritch orb had sunk into the waiting hands of the willow , raised perpetually skyward .
Arthur looked up from the results of a night 's frenzied labors and looked Allan in the eye .
" What is this ? "
he queried , indicating the pages he held in his left hand .
" I decided that … since I was n't having much success with more – traditional – stories , I might see what sort of work I produced if I let my imagination go freely , " Allan replied , somewhat less self - assured than he had been the previous night .
" What in G - d 's name could have possessed you to do such a thing , " cried Arthur , nearly raising his voice .
" After all I said the day before , why have you abandoned centuries of literary progress for some self - indulgent fantasy ? "
He shook the papers at Allan , raising them like a belt above the head of a disobedient son .
" This is nothing but a glorified Grimm 's tale , a miscarried child of Stoker , a creation less fit to be published than to be told around an open fire at the hovel of some peasant ! "
He spoke the last word with such heavy intonation that Allan shrank back before the physical wave of sound emanating from Arthur 's throat .
" Do you hate the modern system of literature ?
Do you personally despise the works the Enlightenment or the progress made since Shakespeare ? "
For a moment , Allan could hardly do more than shake his head .
" No , of course not … I– " " Then why , " Arthur barreled on , " do you disregard them all and return to this superstitious babble , this morbid , paganistic drivel ? | What did Arthur ask Allan ? || "Do you hate the modern system of literature? | 1True
| [
"Arthur looked up from the results of a night 's frenzied labors and looked Allan in the eye .",
"\" What is this ? \""
] |
Allan crouched over his desk once more , pen in hand and mind blank .
He contemplated a story , an outline he had laboriously constructed some time ago .
He had filled his pen and raised it , the nib descending towards the paper , before the sound came : the gentle , persistent tapping of the gnarled , primeval willow touching the window with long , insistent fingers .
His eyes awoke with a passionate , determined flame , though the only light came from the glutted moon .
Allan filled page after page , the words escaping from his mind onto the paper .
Where before they had marched in regiments , practiced in ranks and followed their leaders ' commands , the words now escaped in their true forms , unhindered by any stricture .
He continued long into the night , until the eldritch orb had sunk into the waiting hands of the willow , raised perpetually skyward .
Arthur looked up from the results of a night 's frenzied labors and looked Allan in the eye .
" What is this ? "
he queried , indicating the pages he held in his left hand .
" I decided that … since I was n't having much success with more – traditional – stories , I might see what sort of work I produced if I let my imagination go freely , " Allan replied , somewhat less self - assured than he had been the previous night .
" What in G - d 's name could have possessed you to do such a thing , " cried Arthur , nearly raising his voice .
" After all I said the day before , why have you abandoned centuries of literary progress for some self - indulgent fantasy ? "
He shook the papers at Allan , raising them like a belt above the head of a disobedient son .
" This is nothing but a glorified Grimm 's tale , a miscarried child of Stoker , a creation less fit to be published than to be told around an open fire at the hovel of some peasant ! "
He spoke the last word with such heavy intonation that Allan shrank back before the physical wave of sound emanating from Arthur 's throat .
" Do you hate the modern system of literature ?
Do you personally despise the works the Enlightenment or the progress made since Shakespeare ? "
For a moment , Allan could hardly do more than shake his head .
" No , of course not … I– " " Then why , " Arthur barreled on , " do you disregard them all and return to this superstitious babble , this morbid , paganistic drivel ? | What did Arthur ask Allan ? || To write him a poem | 0False
| [
"Arthur looked up from the results of a night 's frenzied labors and looked Allan in the eye .",
"\" What is this ? \""
] |
Allan crouched over his desk once more , pen in hand and mind blank .
He contemplated a story , an outline he had laboriously constructed some time ago .
He had filled his pen and raised it , the nib descending towards the paper , before the sound came : the gentle , persistent tapping of the gnarled , primeval willow touching the window with long , insistent fingers .
His eyes awoke with a passionate , determined flame , though the only light came from the glutted moon .
Allan filled page after page , the words escaping from his mind onto the paper .
Where before they had marched in regiments , practiced in ranks and followed their leaders ' commands , the words now escaped in their true forms , unhindered by any stricture .
He continued long into the night , until the eldritch orb had sunk into the waiting hands of the willow , raised perpetually skyward .
Arthur looked up from the results of a night 's frenzied labors and looked Allan in the eye .
" What is this ? "
he queried , indicating the pages he held in his left hand .
" I decided that … since I was n't having much success with more – traditional – stories , I might see what sort of work I produced if I let my imagination go freely , " Allan replied , somewhat less self - assured than he had been the previous night .
" What in G - d 's name could have possessed you to do such a thing , " cried Arthur , nearly raising his voice .
" After all I said the day before , why have you abandoned centuries of literary progress for some self - indulgent fantasy ? "
He shook the papers at Allan , raising them like a belt above the head of a disobedient son .
" This is nothing but a glorified Grimm 's tale , a miscarried child of Stoker , a creation less fit to be published than to be told around an open fire at the hovel of some peasant ! "
He spoke the last word with such heavy intonation that Allan shrank back before the physical wave of sound emanating from Arthur 's throat .
" Do you hate the modern system of literature ?
Do you personally despise the works the Enlightenment or the progress made since Shakespeare ? "
For a moment , Allan could hardly do more than shake his head .
" No , of course not … I– " " Then why , " Arthur barreled on , " do you disregard them all and return to this superstitious babble , this morbid , paganistic drivel ? | What did Arthur ask Allan ? || "What is this?" | 1True
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"Arthur looked up from the results of a night 's frenzied labors and looked Allan in the eye .",
"\" What is this ? \""
] |
Allan crouched over his desk once more , pen in hand and mind blank .
He contemplated a story , an outline he had laboriously constructed some time ago .
He had filled his pen and raised it , the nib descending towards the paper , before the sound came : the gentle , persistent tapping of the gnarled , primeval willow touching the window with long , insistent fingers .
His eyes awoke with a passionate , determined flame , though the only light came from the glutted moon .
Allan filled page after page , the words escaping from his mind onto the paper .
Where before they had marched in regiments , practiced in ranks and followed their leaders ' commands , the words now escaped in their true forms , unhindered by any stricture .
He continued long into the night , until the eldritch orb had sunk into the waiting hands of the willow , raised perpetually skyward .
Arthur looked up from the results of a night 's frenzied labors and looked Allan in the eye .
" What is this ? "
he queried , indicating the pages he held in his left hand .
" I decided that … since I was n't having much success with more – traditional – stories , I might see what sort of work I produced if I let my imagination go freely , " Allan replied , somewhat less self - assured than he had been the previous night .
" What in G - d 's name could have possessed you to do such a thing , " cried Arthur , nearly raising his voice .
" After all I said the day before , why have you abandoned centuries of literary progress for some self - indulgent fantasy ? "
He shook the papers at Allan , raising them like a belt above the head of a disobedient son .
" This is nothing but a glorified Grimm 's tale , a miscarried child of Stoker , a creation less fit to be published than to be told around an open fire at the hovel of some peasant ! "
He spoke the last word with such heavy intonation that Allan shrank back before the physical wave of sound emanating from Arthur 's throat .
" Do you hate the modern system of literature ?
Do you personally despise the works the Enlightenment or the progress made since Shakespeare ? "
For a moment , Allan could hardly do more than shake his head .
" No , of course not … I– " " Then why , " Arthur barreled on , " do you disregard them all and return to this superstitious babble , this morbid , paganistic drivel ? | What did Arthur ask Allan ? || How his writing improved so quickly | 0False
| [
"Arthur looked up from the results of a night 's frenzied labors and looked Allan in the eye .",
"\" What is this ? \""
] |
Allan crouched over his desk once more , pen in hand and mind blank .
He contemplated a story , an outline he had laboriously constructed some time ago .
He had filled his pen and raised it , the nib descending towards the paper , before the sound came : the gentle , persistent tapping of the gnarled , primeval willow touching the window with long , insistent fingers .
His eyes awoke with a passionate , determined flame , though the only light came from the glutted moon .
Allan filled page after page , the words escaping from his mind onto the paper .
Where before they had marched in regiments , practiced in ranks and followed their leaders ' commands , the words now escaped in their true forms , unhindered by any stricture .
He continued long into the night , until the eldritch orb had sunk into the waiting hands of the willow , raised perpetually skyward .
Arthur looked up from the results of a night 's frenzied labors and looked Allan in the eye .
" What is this ? "
he queried , indicating the pages he held in his left hand .
" I decided that … since I was n't having much success with more – traditional – stories , I might see what sort of work I produced if I let my imagination go freely , " Allan replied , somewhat less self - assured than he had been the previous night .
" What in G - d 's name could have possessed you to do such a thing , " cried Arthur , nearly raising his voice .
" After all I said the day before , why have you abandoned centuries of literary progress for some self - indulgent fantasy ? "
He shook the papers at Allan , raising them like a belt above the head of a disobedient son .
" This is nothing but a glorified Grimm 's tale , a miscarried child of Stoker , a creation less fit to be published than to be told around an open fire at the hovel of some peasant ! "
He spoke the last word with such heavy intonation that Allan shrank back before the physical wave of sound emanating from Arthur 's throat .
" Do you hate the modern system of literature ?
Do you personally despise the works the Enlightenment or the progress made since Shakespeare ? "
For a moment , Allan could hardly do more than shake his head .
" No , of course not … I– " " Then why , " Arthur barreled on , " do you disregard them all and return to this superstitious babble , this morbid , paganistic drivel ? | What did Arthur ask Allan ? || Do you want to eat something? | 0False
| [
"Arthur looked up from the results of a night 's frenzied labors and looked Allan in the eye .",
"\" What is this ? \""
] |
Allan crouched over his desk once more , pen in hand and mind blank .
He contemplated a story , an outline he had laboriously constructed some time ago .
He had filled his pen and raised it , the nib descending towards the paper , before the sound came : the gentle , persistent tapping of the gnarled , primeval willow touching the window with long , insistent fingers .
His eyes awoke with a passionate , determined flame , though the only light came from the glutted moon .
Allan filled page after page , the words escaping from his mind onto the paper .
Where before they had marched in regiments , practiced in ranks and followed their leaders ' commands , the words now escaped in their true forms , unhindered by any stricture .
He continued long into the night , until the eldritch orb had sunk into the waiting hands of the willow , raised perpetually skyward .
Arthur looked up from the results of a night 's frenzied labors and looked Allan in the eye .
" What is this ? "
he queried , indicating the pages he held in his left hand .
" I decided that … since I was n't having much success with more – traditional – stories , I might see what sort of work I produced if I let my imagination go freely , " Allan replied , somewhat less self - assured than he had been the previous night .
" What in G - d 's name could have possessed you to do such a thing , " cried Arthur , nearly raising his voice .
" After all I said the day before , why have you abandoned centuries of literary progress for some self - indulgent fantasy ? "
He shook the papers at Allan , raising them like a belt above the head of a disobedient son .
" This is nothing but a glorified Grimm 's tale , a miscarried child of Stoker , a creation less fit to be published than to be told around an open fire at the hovel of some peasant ! "
He spoke the last word with such heavy intonation that Allan shrank back before the physical wave of sound emanating from Arthur 's throat .
" Do you hate the modern system of literature ?
Do you personally despise the works the Enlightenment or the progress made since Shakespeare ? "
For a moment , Allan could hardly do more than shake his head .
" No , of course not … I– " " Then why , " Arthur barreled on , " do you disregard them all and return to this superstitious babble , this morbid , paganistic drivel ? | What did Arthur ask Allan ? || To explain his thought process | 1True
| [
"Arthur looked up from the results of a night 's frenzied labors and looked Allan in the eye .",
"\" What is this ? \""
] |