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pg1080-0855b1f731ecb9a2 | Additionally, it is worth noting that the less affluent tenants will possess something of value that belongs to them, which, in accordance with legal provisions, may be rendered liable to seizure in order to contribute to the payment of their landlord's rent, given that their agricultural produce and livestock have alr... | Secondly, The poorer tenants will have something valuable of their own, which by law may be made liable to a distress, and help to pay their landlord’s rent, their corn and cattle being already seized, and money a thing unknown.
Thirdly, Whereas the maintainance of a hundred thousand children, from two years old, and ... | meta-llama/llama-3.3-70b-instruct | formal_polished | 1,080 | A Modest Proposal | Jonathan Swift | nonfiction | 165 | 122 |
pg1080-088f46867f9d565f | I have been assured by a very knowledgeable American of my acquaintance in London that a young healthy child, well nursed, is at a year old a most delicious, nourishing, and wholesome food, whether stewed, roasted, baked, or boiled. This suggests it would serve equally well in a fricassee or a ragout.
I therefore humb... | I have been assured by a very knowing American of my acquaintance in London, that a young healthy child well nursed, is, at a year old, a most delicious nourishing and wholesome food, whether stewed, roasted, baked, or boiled; and I make no doubt that it will equally serve in a fricasee, or a ragoust.
I do therefore h... | deepseek-chat | explanatory | 1,080 | A Modest Proposal | Jonathan Swift | nonfiction | 222 | 228 |
pg1080-08bb0a9b3720a4b4 | I have calculated that the cost of caring for a beggar’s child, which can include all cottagers, laborers, and a significant portion of farmers, may amount to around two shillings each year, including clothing expenses. It seems that a gentleman might not mind spending ten shillings for the body of a well-fed child, as... | I have already computed the charge of nursing a beggar’s child (in which list I reckon all cottagers, labourers, and four-fifths of the farmers) to be about two shillings per annum, rags included; and I believe no gentleman would repine to give ten shillings for the carcass of a good fat child, which, as I have said, w... | gpt-4o-mini | hedged_helpful | 1,080 | A Modest Proposal | Jonathan Swift | nonfiction | 120 | 114 |
pg1080-0cef5b8d3f7c0393 | Therefore, I would suggest that discussions about such methods should be approached with caution until there appears to be a genuine and committed effort toward their implementation.
On a personal note, after many years of feeling exhausted by unproductive and unrealistic ideas, and ultimately losing hope for success... | Therefore I repeat, let no man talk to me of these and the like expedients, till he hath at least some glympse of hope, that there will ever be some hearty and sincere attempt to put them into practice.
But, as to myself, having been wearied out for many years with offering vain, idle, visionary thoughts, and at lengt... | gpt-4o-mini | hedged_helpful | 1,080 | A Modest Proposal | Jonathan Swift | nonfiction | 129 | 146 |
pg1080-0e005bb3321cfe16 | This highlights how such a system could serve as a strong incentive for marriage, similar to how many societies have supported it through various rewards or legal measures. It suggests that financial security for children, provided by public resources, would increase mothers' care and affection for their offspring. Thi... | Sixthly, This would be a great inducement to marriage, which all wise nations have either encouraged by rewards, or enforced by laws and penalties. It would encrease the care and tenderness of mothers towards their children, when they were sure of a settlement for life to the poor babes, provided in some sort by the pu... | gpt-4o-mini | explanatory | 1,080 | A Modest Proposal | Jonathan Swift | nonfiction | 100 | 138 |
pg1080-1d49d733deebd527 | A very esteemed individual, a genuine patriot whose qualities I hold in high regard, recently offered a thoughtful suggestion regarding this topic. He noted that many gentlemen in this kingdom, having recently depleted their deer population, might find that the absence of venison could potentially be addressed by the b... | A very worthy person, a true lover of his country, and whose virtues I highly esteem, was lately pleased in discoursing on this matter, to offer a refinement upon my scheme. He said, that many gentlemen of this kingdom, having of late destroyed their deer, he conceived that the want of venison might be well supplied by... | gpt-4o-mini | hedged_helpful | 1,080 | A Modest Proposal | Jonathan Swift | nonfiction | 270 | 245 |
pg1080-1dcf717c3ed9c6b7 | The population of this kingdom is usually estimated at one and a half million. I estimate that there are approximately two hundred thousand couples with wives who are capable of bearing children. From this number, I deduct thirty thousand couples who can support their own children. I suspect, however, that the actual n... | The number of souls in this kingdom being usually reckoned one million and a half, of these I calculate there may be about two hundred thousand couple, whose wives are breeders; from which number I subtract thirty thousand couple, who are able to maintain their own children, (although I apprehend there cannot be so man... | gpt-4o-mini | corporate_clean | 1,080 | A Modest Proposal | Jonathan Swift | nonfiction | 256 | 260 |
pg1080-3167329674d73405 | Some people of a despondent disposition are deeply concerned about the large number of poor people who are aged, diseased, or maimed, and I have been asked to consider what measures might be taken to relieve the nation of such a burdensome problem. However, I feel no unease about the matter, since it is well known that... | Some persons of a desponding spirit are in great concern about that vast number of poor people, who are aged, diseased, or maimed; and I have been desired to employ my thoughts what course may be taken, to ease the nation of so grievous an incumbrance. But I am not in the least pain upon that matter, because it is very... | deepseek-chat | explanatory | 1,080 | A Modest Proposal | Jonathan Swift | nonfiction | 152 | 149 |
pg1080-420a790cce09bf97 | The constant breeders will not only benefit from an annual income of eight shillings sterling through the sale of their children, but they will also eliminate the expense of maintaining them after the first year.
Furthermore, this food would attract significant business to taverns. The vintners are likely to be astut... | Fourthly, The constant breeders, besides the gain of eight shillings sterling per annum by the sale of their children, will be rid of the charge of maintaining them after the first year.
Fifthly, This food would likewise bring great custom to taverns, where the vintners will certainly be so prudent as to procure the b... | gpt-4o-mini | corporate_clean | 1,080 | A Modest Proposal | Jonathan Swift | nonfiction | 97 | 103 |
pg1080-63ce19dd97c6969a | It can be estimated that a newborn child typically weighs around 12 pounds and can increase to approximately 28 pounds within a year, assuming adequate nutrition. This suggests that the cost of food for infants may be relatively high, making it a suitable option for landlords who have already taken a significant portio... | I have reckoned upon a medium, that a child just born will weigh 12 pounds, and in a solar year, if tolerably nursed, encreaseth to 28 pounds.
I grant this food will be somewhat dear, and therefore very proper for landlords, who, as they have already devoured most of the parents, seem to have the best title to the chi... | gpt-4o-mini | explanatory | 1,080 | A Modest Proposal | Jonathan Swift | nonfiction | 170 | 163 |
pg1080-67adb086992d6084 | The previous discussion has strayed from the main topic, so I will return to my proposal. The benefits of this proposal are clear and significant.
First, as previously mentioned, it would substantially reduce the number of Catholics in our midst. This group has been identified as a primary source of population growth... | I have too long digressed, and therefore shall return to my subject. I think the advantages by the proposal which I have made are obvious and many, as well as of the highest importance.
For first, as I have already observed, it would greatly lessen the number of Papists, with whom we are yearly overrun, being the prin... | gpt-4o-mini | explanatory | 1,080 | A Modest Proposal | Jonathan Swift | nonfiction | 105 | 121 |
pg1080-68991f4e07792ea9 | However, in order to defend my friend, he admitted that this idea had been suggested to him by the well-known Psalmanaazor, a native of the island of Formosa, who came from there to London more than twenty years ago. In conversation, he told my friend that in his country, when a young person happened to be put to death... | But in order to justify my friend, he confessed, that this expedient was put into his head by the famous Psalmanaazor, a native of the island Formosa, who came from thence to London, above twenty years ago, and in conversation told my friend, that in his country, when any young person happened to be put to death, the e... | deepseek-chat | hedged_helpful | 1,080 | A Modest Proposal | Jonathan Swift | nonfiction | 176 | 176 |
pg1080-80596a50ed0bf1f4 | In essence, I do not hold my own opinion with such fervor as to dismiss any proposal put forth by wise individuals, provided that such proposals are found to be equally innocent, economical, straightforward, and effective. However, before any alternative to my scheme is presented, along with an assertion of superiority... | After all, I am not so violently bent upon my own opinion, as to reject any offer, proposed by wise men, which shall be found equally innocent, cheap, easy, and effectual. But before something of that kind shall be advanced in contradiction to my scheme, and offering a better, I desire the author or authors will be ple... | gpt-4o-mini | formal_polished | 1,080 | A Modest Proposal | Jonathan Swift | nonfiction | 283 | 265 |
pg1080-9a08efd0c65eb846 | My intention may not be limited to assisting only the children of known beggars; it can often extend to include all infants of a certain age who are born to parents who may be equally unable to support them, much like those who seek our help on the streets.
Reflecting on this important issue over many years and caref... | But my intention is very far from being confined to provide only for the children of professed beggars: it is of a much greater extent, and shall take in the whole number of infants at a certain age, who are born of parents in effect as little able to support them, as those who demand our charity in the streets.
As to... | gpt-4o-mini | hedged_helpful | 1,080 | A Modest Proposal | Jonathan Swift | nonfiction | 180 | 204 |
pg1080-d1cee800bdfa2464 | Several additional benefits could be listed. For example, the export of barrel-cured beef would increase by thousands of carcasses. The production of pork would expand, along with improvements in the art of making good bacon, which is greatly needed because so many pigs are destroyed for our tables. Yet such meat canno... | Many other advantages might be enumerated. For instance, the addition of some thousand carcasses in our exportation of barrel’d beef: the propagation of swine’s flesh, and improvement in the art of making good bacon, so much wanted among us by the great destruction of pigs, too frequent at our tables; which are no way ... | deepseek-chat | corporate_clean | 1,080 | A Modest Proposal | Jonathan Swift | nonfiction | 96 | 95 |
pg1080-eef913bfd37494ce | I can think of no objection that might possibly be raised against this proposal, unless it should be argued that the number of people in the kingdom would be greatly reduced. This I freely admit, and indeed it was one principal design in offering it to the world. I wish the reader to observe that I calculate my remedy ... | I can think of no one objection, that will possibly be raised against this proposal, unless it should be urged, that the number of people will be thereby much lessened in the kingdom. This I freely own, and was indeed one principal design in offering it to the world. I desire the reader will observe, that I calculate m... | deepseek-chat | corporate_clean | 1,080 | A Modest Proposal | Jonathan Swift | nonfiction | 288 | 287 |
pg11-05dcba0572d4e27b | "How doth the little crocodile improve his shining tail, and pour the waters of the Nile on every golden scale! How cheerfully he seems to grin, how neatly spread his claws, and welcome little fishes in with gently smiling jaws!" As she said this, she looked down at her hands and was surprised to see that she had put o... | “How doth the little crocodile Improve his shining tail, And pour the waters of the Nile On every golden scale!
“How cheerfully he seems to grin, How neatly spread his claws, And welcome little fishes in With gently smiling jaws!”
As she said this she looked down at her hands, and was surprised to see that she had pu... | deepseek-chat | hedged_helpful | 11 | Alice's Adventures in Wonderland | Lewis Carroll | fiction | 149 | 149 |
pg11-0c21f8fa3a0ed9f6 | After some time, noticing that nothing further occurred, she may have decided to head into the garden immediately. However, unfortunately for Alice, upon reaching the door, she realized that she had left the small golden key behind. When she returned to the table to retrieve it, she discovered that she could not reach ... | After a while, finding that nothing more happened, she decided on going into the garden at once; but, alas for poor Alice! when she got to the door, she found she had forgotten the little golden key, and when she went back to the table for it, she found she could not possibly reach it: she could see it quite plainly th... | gpt-4o-mini | hedged_helpful | 11 | Alice's Adventures in Wonderland | Lewis Carroll | fiction | 113 | 101 |
pg11-0d3bf78f9e527fd3 | The Hatter expressed dissatisfaction, stating that the watch had been incorrect for two days. He attributed this issue to the use of butter in its mechanism, which he had previously warned against, and directed his displeasure at the March Hare.
The March Hare examined the watch, initially with a gloomy expression, a... | “Two days wrong!” sighed the Hatter. “I told you butter wouldn’t suit the works!” he added looking angrily at the March Hare.
The March Hare took the watch and looked at it gloomily: then he dipped it into his cup of tea, and looked at it again: but he could think of nothing better to say than his first remark, “It wa... | meta-llama/llama-3.3-70b-instruct | explanatory | 11 | Alice's Adventures in Wonderland | Lewis Carroll | fiction | 134 | 97 |
pg11-1f3779c98016208b | First came ten soldiers carrying clubs. They were shaped like the three gardeners, oblong and flat, with their hands and feet at the corners. Next came the ten courtiers. They were ornamented all over with diamonds and walked two by two, as the soldiers did. After these came the royal children. There were ten of them, ... | First came ten soldiers carrying clubs; these were all shaped like the three gardeners, oblong and flat, with their hands and feet at the corners: next the ten courtiers; these were ornamented all over with diamonds, and walked two and two, as the soldiers did. After these came the royal children; there were ten of the... | deepseek-chat | corporate_clean | 11 | Alice's Adventures in Wonderland | Lewis Carroll | fiction | 137 | 140 |
pg11-36e5a35fc7e28821 | It indeed occurred, and much sooner than she had anticipated. Before she had consumed half of the bottle, she discovered that her head was pressed against the ceiling, necessitating her to stoop in order to avoid injuring her neck. She hastily set the bottle down, reflecting, “That is quite sufficient; I hope I shall n... | It did so indeed, and much sooner than she had expected: before she had drunk half the bottle, she found her head pressing against the ceiling, and had to stoop to save her neck from being broken. She hastily put down the bottle, saying to herself “That’s quite enough - I hope I shan’t grow any more - As it is, I can’t... | gpt-4o-mini | formal_polished | 11 | Alice's Adventures in Wonderland | Lewis Carroll | fiction | 175 | 175 |
pg11-37bf3f367b439664 | The Gryphon sat upright and rubbed its eyes. Subsequently, it observed the Queen until she disappeared from view, at which point it emitted a soft chuckle. "What amusement!" remarked the Gryphon, addressing itself partly and Alice partly.
As they progressed, they soon observed the Mock Turtle in the distance, appeari... | The Gryphon sat up and rubbed its eyes: then it watched the Queen till she was out of sight: then it chuckled. “What fun!” said the Gryphon, half to itself, half to Alice.
They had not gone far before they saw the Mock Turtle in the distance, sitting sad and lonely on a little ledge of rock, and, as they came nearer, ... | gpt-4o-mini | formal_polished | 11 | Alice's Adventures in Wonderland | Lewis Carroll | fiction | 119 | 111 |
pg11-3ba9a8a62c0fd281 | She thought to herself with a hint of sadness, "I wish I hadn’t brought up Dinah." It seems that not many people here appreciate her, even though I believe she is truly a wonderful cat. "Oh, my dear Dinah! I wonder if I will ever see you again." With that, Alice found herself crying once more, feeling quite lonely and ... | “I wish I hadn’t mentioned Dinah!” she said to herself in a melancholy tone. “Nobody seems to like her, down here, and I’m sure she’s the best cat in the world! Oh, my dear Dinah! I wonder if I shall ever see you any more!” And here poor Alice began to cry again, for she felt very lonely and low-spirited. In a little w... | gpt-4o-mini | hedged_helpful | 11 | Alice's Adventures in Wonderland | Lewis Carroll | fiction | 96 | 98 |
pg11-3e632e23c13b7193 | She called out to the mouse in a soft voice, inviting it to return. The mouse, upon hearing her words, turned around and swam back to her at a slow pace. Meanwhile, its face had become quite pale, which Alice attributed to strong emotion. Additionally, the mouse spoke in a low and trembling tone, saying that they shoul... | So she called softly after it, “Mouse dear! Do come back again, and we won’t talk about cats or dogs either, if you don’t like them!” When the Mouse heard this, it turned round and swam slowly back to her: its face was quite pale (with passion, Alice thought), and it said in a low trembling voice, “Let us get to the sh... | meta-llama/llama-3.3-70b-instruct | corporate_clean | 11 | Alice's Adventures in Wonderland | Lewis Carroll | fiction | 84 | 81 |
pg11-4f37d8e1f9613fc2 | Just then, the door of the house opened, and a large plate came flying out, straight toward the Footman's head. It barely grazed his nose and then broke into pieces against one of the trees behind him. "Or perhaps the next day," the Footman went on in the same tone, almost as if nothing had happened. The Footman seemed... | At this moment the door of the house opened, and a large plate came skimming out, straight at the Footman’s head: it just grazed his nose, and broke to pieces against one of the trees behind him.
“ - or next day, maybe,” the Footman continued in the same tone, exactly as if nothing had happened.
The Footman seemed to... | deepseek-chat | hedged_helpful | 11 | Alice's Adventures in Wonderland | Lewis Carroll | fiction | 109 | 84 |
pg11-5354fc98b36a2278 | Alice waited for a short time, anticipating another appearance, but it did not reappear. After a minute or two, she continued on her way in the direction of the March Hare's supposed residence. She thought to herself that she had encountered hatters before, and that the March Hare would likely be the most interesting o... | Alice waited a little, half expecting to see it again, but it did not appear, and after a minute or two she walked on in the direction in which the March Hare was said to live. “I’ve seen hatters before,” she said to herself; “the March Hare will be much the most interesting, and perhaps as this is May it won’t be ravi... | meta-llama/llama-3.3-70b-instruct | explanatory | 11 | Alice's Adventures in Wonderland | Lewis Carroll | fiction | 135 | 95 |
pg11-5915581d8acbcfa8 | The Dormouse stirred and started singing in its sleep, "Twinkle, twinkle, twinkle, twinkle - " and continued for so long that it had to be pinched to stop. This highlights the depth of the Dormouse's slumber.
Alice then had an idea and asked, "Is that the reason so many tea things are laid out here?" This suggests th... | Here the Dormouse shook itself, and began singing in its sleep “Twinkle, twinkle, twinkle, twinkle - ” and went on so long that they had to pinch it to make it stop.
A bright idea came into Alice’s head. “Is that the reason so many tea-things are put out here?” she asked.
“Suppose we change the subject,” the March Ha... | meta-llama/llama-3.3-70b-instruct | explanatory | 11 | Alice's Adventures in Wonderland | Lewis Carroll | fiction | 150 | 100 |
pg11-5bd0878d3f3b9b98 | The baby made another grunting sound, and Alice looked worriedly at its face to try to understand what might be wrong. It seemed to have a rather turned-up nose, resembling more of a snout than a typical nose, and its eyes appeared to be quite small for an infant. Overall, Alice found the baby's appearance somewhat uns... | The baby grunted again, and Alice looked very anxiously into its face to see what was the matter with it. There could be no doubt that it had a very turn-up nose, much more like a snout than a real nose; also its eyes were getting extremely small for a baby: altogether Alice did not like the look of the thing at all. “... | gpt-4o-mini | hedged_helpful | 11 | Alice's Adventures in Wonderland | Lewis Carroll | fiction | 92 | 84 |
pg11-5db990480e311376 | Alice was becoming increasingly tired of sitting by her sister on the bank, with no activities to engage in. On a few occasions, she had glanced at the book her sister was reading, but it lacked pictures and conversations, which led her to wonder about the book's purpose without these elements. This highlights her pref... | Alice was beginning to get very tired of sitting by her sister on the bank, and of having nothing to do: once or twice she had peeped into the book her sister was reading, but it had no pictures or conversations in it, “and what is the use of a book,” thought Alice “without pictures or conversations?”
So she was consi... | meta-llama/llama-3.3-70b-instruct | explanatory | 11 | Alice's Adventures in Wonderland | Lewis Carroll | fiction | 124 | 112 |
pg11-641eef87ac95359a | It had been so long since she had been anywhere near the right size that at first it felt quite strange, but within a few minutes she grew used to it and began talking to herself as usual. She noted that half of her plan was now complete, yet she found all these changes puzzling, since she could never be sure from one ... | It was so long since she had been anything near the right size, that it felt quite strange at first; but she got used to it in a few minutes, and began talking to herself, as usual. “Come, there’s half my plan done now! How puzzling all these changes are! I’m never sure what I’m going to be, from one minute to another!... | deepseek-chat | explanatory | 11 | Alice's Adventures in Wonderland | Lewis Carroll | fiction | 180 | 162 |
pg11-6c089c303dc30b32 | Down, down, down. Would the fall never come to an end? She wondered aloud how many miles she had fallen by this point. She reasoned that she must be nearing the center of the earth, estimating the distance at around four thousand miles down. This highlights how Alice had learned several facts of this kind in her school... | Down, down, down. Would the fall never come to an end? “I wonder how many miles I’ve fallen by this time?” she said aloud. “I must be getting somewhere near the centre of the earth. Let me see: that would be four thousand miles down, I think - ” (for, you see, Alice had learnt several things of this sort in her lessons... | deepseek-chat | explanatory | 11 | Alice's Adventures in Wonderland | Lewis Carroll | fiction | 130 | 137 |
pg11-6ea160ef9a180b0a | “I mean what I say,” the Mock Turtle responded, sounding offended. The Gryphon then urged, “Come, let us hear some of your adventures.”
Alice spoke timidly, “I could share my adventures starting from this morning, but it would be pointless to go back to yesterday, as I was a different person then.”
“No, no! We want t... | “I mean what I say,” the Mock Turtle replied in an offended tone. And the Gryphon added “Come, let’s hear some of your adventures.”
“I could tell you my adventures - beginning from this morning,” said Alice a little timidly: “but it’s no use going back to yesterday, because I was a different person then.”
“No, no! Th... | gpt-4o-mini | corporate_clean | 11 | Alice's Adventures in Wonderland | Lewis Carroll | fiction | 155 | 171 |
pg11-6f8ff5b63fb0ef80 | Fortunately for Alice, the little magic bottle had now taken its full effect, and she grew no larger. Nevertheless, she remained very uncomfortable, and since there appeared to be no chance of her ever getting out of the room again, it is no wonder that she felt unhappy.
Accordingly, she continued speaking, first taki... | Luckily for Alice, the little magic bottle had now had its full effect, and she grew no larger: still it was very uncomfortable, and, as there seemed to be no sort of chance of her ever getting out of the room again, no wonder she felt unhappy.
And so she went on, taking first one side and then the other, and making q... | deepseek-chat | corporate_clean | 11 | Alice's Adventures in Wonderland | Lewis Carroll | fiction | 83 | 82 |
pg11-73e6b18691bb3a4c | Alice saw this as an ideal moment to escape. She quickly set off, running until she felt exhausted and breathless, the sound of the puppy's bark growing faint in the distance.
"What a lovely little puppy it was," she remarked, leaning against a buttercup to catch her breath and fanning herself with a leaf. "I would h... | This seemed to Alice a good opportunity for making her escape; so she set off at once, and ran till she was quite tired and out of breath, and till the puppy’s bark sounded quite faint in the distance.
“And yet what a dear little puppy it was!” said Alice, as she leant against a buttercup to rest herself, and fanned h... | gpt-4o-mini | corporate_clean | 11 | Alice's Adventures in Wonderland | Lewis Carroll | fiction | 109 | 127 |
pg11-74b172f58b003375 | Just then she heard something splashing in the pool a short distance away, and she swam closer to see what it might be. At first she thought it could be a walrus or a hippopotamus, but then she remembered how small she was now, and she soon realized it was only a mouse that had slipped in, just like her.
"Perhaps it d... | Just then she heard something splashing about in the pool a little way off, and she swam nearer to make out what it was: at first she thought it must be a walrus or hippopotamus, but then she remembered how small she was now, and she soon made out that it was only a mouse that had slipped in like herself.
“Perhaps it ... | deepseek-chat | hedged_helpful | 11 | Alice's Adventures in Wonderland | Lewis Carroll | fiction | 193 | 158 |
pg11-77d0a7e8d11f47d9 | As she spoke, her foot slipped, and moments later, she found herself submerged in salt water up to her chin. Her initial thought was that she had somehow fallen into the sea, leading her to consider that she could return by train. This highlights Alice’s prior experience at the seaside, where she observed a consistent ... | As she said these words her foot slipped, and in another moment, splash! she was up to her chin in salt water. Her first idea was that she had somehow fallen into the sea, “and in that case I can go back by railway,” she said to herself. (Alice had been to the seaside once in her life, and had come to the general concl... | gpt-4o-mini | explanatory | 11 | Alice's Adventures in Wonderland | Lewis Carroll | fiction | 103 | 128 |
pg11-78887ca04442e777 | The Queen pointed to the three gardeners lying around the rose-tree and asked who they were. Because they were lying on their faces, and the pattern on their backs matched the rest of the pack, she could not tell whether they were gardeners, soldiers, courtiers, or three of her own children. The Queen turned crimson wi... | “And who are these?” said the Queen, pointing to the three gardeners who were lying round the rose-tree; for, you see, as they were lying on their faces, and the pattern on their backs was the same as the rest of the pack, she could not tell whether they were gardeners, or soldiers, or courtiers, or three of her own ch... | deepseek-chat | corporate_clean | 11 | Alice's Adventures in Wonderland | Lewis Carroll | fiction | 76 | 87 |
pg11-7bcc644ea6cf5ad2 | In another moment, Alice went down after it without considering how she would ever get out again. The rabbit-hole continued straight like a tunnel for some distance and then dipped suddenly downward. This happened so quickly that Alice had no time to think about stopping herself before she found herself falling down a ... | In another moment down went Alice after it, never once considering how in the world she was to get out again.
The rabbit-hole went straight on like a tunnel for some way, and then dipped suddenly down, so suddenly that Alice had not a moment to think about stopping herself before she found herself falling down a very ... | deepseek-chat | corporate_clean | 11 | Alice's Adventures in Wonderland | Lewis Carroll | fiction | 192 | 201 |
pg11-83cc1f3e249ccfd5 | The Dodo appeared to need quite a bit of time to come up with an answer to this question. It sat still for a while, with one finger resting on its forehead, resembling the way Shakespeare is often depicted in portraits, while the others waited quietly. After some time, the Dodo finally suggested, “It seems that everyon... | This question the Dodo could not answer without a great deal of thought, and it sat for a long time with one finger pressed upon its forehead (the position in which you usually see Shakespeare, in the pictures of him), while the rest waited in silence. At last the Dodo said, “Everybody has won, and all must have prizes... | gpt-4o-mini | hedged_helpful | 11 | Alice's Adventures in Wonderland | Lewis Carroll | fiction | 109 | 89 |
pg11-923e7b8be4f7be5d | Alice could conceive of no alternative response other than to state, "It belongs to the Duchess; you would be wise to inquire about it with her."
"It is worth noting that she is currently imprisoned," the Queen remarked to the executioner, "retrieve her at once." Consequently, the executioner departed with remarkable... | Alice could think of nothing else to say but “It belongs to the Duchess: you’d better ask her about it.”
“She’s in prison,” the Queen said to the executioner: “fetch her here.” And the executioner went off like an arrow.
The Cat’s head began fading away the moment he was gone, and, by the time he had come back with t... | gpt-4o-mini | formal_polished | 11 | Alice's Adventures in Wonderland | Lewis Carroll | fiction | 103 | 91 |
pg11-9557912f4eb7a17b | The White Rabbit adjusted his spectacles. Additionally, he inquired, “Where should I commence, if it pleases your Majesty?”
The response was, “They informed me that you had visited her and mentioned my name to him. She provided me with a commendable character but indicated that I was incapable of swimming.
I provid... | The White Rabbit put on his spectacles. “Where shall I begin, please your Majesty?” he asked.
“They told me you had been to her, And mentioned me to him: She gave me a good character, But said I could not swim.
I gave her one, they gave him two, You gave us three or more; They all returned from him to you, Though the... | gpt-4o-mini | formal_polished | 11 | Alice's Adventures in Wonderland | Lewis Carroll | fiction | 116 | 91 |
pg11-a1910fa04f796319 | Alice was searching for a means of escape and contemplating whether it would be possible to leave without being detected when she observed an unusual phenomenon in the air. It initially perplexed her, but after a minute or two of observation, she discerned that it was a grin. She then remarked to herself, "It is the Ch... | She was looking about for some way of escape, and wondering whether she could get away without being seen, when she noticed a curious appearance in the air: it puzzled her very much at first, but, after watching it a minute or two, she made it out to be a grin, and she said to herself “It’s the Cheshire Cat: now I shal... | gpt-4o-mini | formal_polished | 11 | Alice's Adventures in Wonderland | Lewis Carroll | fiction | 146 | 147 |
pg11-a1ea1364caa8f8a3 | Alice found herself pondering a significant question. She glanced around at the flowers and the blades of grass, but she did not observe anything that seemed suitable for eating or drinking given the situation. Nearby, she noticed a large mushroom that was roughly her height. After examining the area beneath it, to its... | The great question certainly was, what? Alice looked all round her at the flowers and the blades of grass, but she did not see anything that looked like the right thing to eat or drink under the circumstances. There was a large mushroom growing near her, about the same height as herself; and when she had looked under i... | gpt-4o-mini | hedged_helpful | 11 | Alice's Adventures in Wonderland | Lewis Carroll | fiction | 74 | 87 |
pg11-a5c4afd4deebad64 | “I think that might be the case,” Alice responded, deep in thought. “It seems they have their tails in their mouths, and they appear to be surrounded by crumbs.”
Alice felt quite confused. “What about the boots and shoes?” she asked, her voice filled with curiosity.
She glanced down at them and took a moment to ref... | “I believe so,” Alice replied thoughtfully. “They have their tails in their mouths - and they’re all over crumbs.”
Alice was thoroughly puzzled. “Does the boots and shoes!” she repeated in a wondering tone.
Alice looked down at them, and considered a little before she gave her answer. “They’re done with blacking, I b... | gpt-4o-mini | hedged_helpful | 11 | Alice's Adventures in Wonderland | Lewis Carroll | fiction | 123 | 92 |
pg11-aea5734cacc46089 | A hedgehog was involved in a confrontation with another hedgehog, which Alice saw as a good chance to use one to hit the other in a game of croquet. The challenge was that her flamingo had wandered to the far side of the garden, where it appeared to be struggling to fly up into a tree.
Once Alice retrieved the flaming... | The hedgehog was engaged in a fight with another hedgehog, which seemed to Alice an excellent opportunity for croqueting one of them with the other: the only difficulty was, that her flamingo was gone across to the other side of the garden, where Alice could see it trying in a helpless sort of way to fly up into a tree... | gpt-4o-mini | explanatory | 11 | Alice's Adventures in Wonderland | Lewis Carroll | fiction | 119 | 128 |
pg11-b2d1e4153c5ad9c6 | In essence, one cannot fully comprehend the extent of delight that awaits when they are taken along and cast into the sea, alongside the lobsters. However, the snail responded, expressing that it was too distant, too far, and cast an uncertain glance. It indicated appreciation towards the whiting for the invitation but... | “You can really have no notion how delightful it will be When they take us up and throw us, with the lobsters, out to sea!” But the snail replied “Too far, too far!” and gave a look askance - Said he thanked the whiting kindly, but he would not join the dance. Would not, could not, would not, could not, would not join ... | gpt-4o-mini | formal_polished | 11 | Alice's Adventures in Wonderland | Lewis Carroll | fiction | 108 | 109 |
pg11-b5e9a6510e3f0f06 | "There may be additional evidence soon, your Majesty," said the White Rabbit, hopping up in a hurry. "This paper has just been found."
"He might have copied someone else's handwriting," suggested the King, which seemed to lift the spirits of the jury.
"If you did not sign it," the King continued, "that may complicate... | “There’s more evidence to come yet, please your Majesty,” said the White Rabbit, jumping up in a great hurry; “this paper has just been picked up.”
“He must have imitated somebody else’s hand,” said the King. (The jury all brightened up again.)
“If you didn’t sign it,” said the King, “that only makes the matter worse... | gpt-4o-mini | hedged_helpful | 11 | Alice's Adventures in Wonderland | Lewis Carroll | fiction | 97 | 95 |
pg11-bff3feb42e3106f3 | The Dodo stood up and proposed that the meeting be adjourned in order to implement more energetic solutions. This suggests that the Dodo believed a more vigorous approach was necessary. The Eaglet responded by asking the Dodo to speak in simpler language, stating that it did not understand many of the words being used ... | “In that case,” said the Dodo solemnly, rising to its feet, “I move that the meeting adjourn, for the immediate adoption of more energetic remedies - ”
“Speak English!” said the Eaglet. “I don’t know the meaning of half those long words, and, what’s more, I don’t believe you do either!” And the Eaglet bent down its he... | meta-llama/llama-3.3-70b-instruct | explanatory | 11 | Alice's Adventures in Wonderland | Lewis Carroll | fiction | 121 | 105 |
pg11-d0d935b9882013a8 | Alice expressed her fatigue. She suggested that it may be more productive to use their time in a different way, rather than spending it on riddles that can often seem to have no solutions. The Hatter responded, shaking his head in a somewhat dismissive manner, and stated that Alice likely had limited experience in inte... | Alice sighed wearily. “I think you might do something better with the time,” she said, “than waste it in asking riddles that have no answers.”
“Of course you don’t!” the Hatter said, tossing his head contemptuously. “I dare say you never even spoke to Time!”
“Perhaps not,” Alice cautiously replied: “but I know I have... | meta-llama/llama-3.3-70b-instruct | hedged_helpful | 11 | Alice's Adventures in Wonderland | Lewis Carroll | fiction | 187 | 130 |
pg11-d2bf2c0f8bf8c9a6 | "Furthermore, the first action I must undertake," Alice remarked to herself as she proceeded through the forest, "is to return to my appropriate stature; and the second objective is to locate the path leading to that delightful garden. Moreover, I consider this to be the most suitable approach."
It is worth noting tha... | “The first thing I’ve got to do,” said Alice to herself, as she wandered about in the wood, “is to grow to my right size again; and the second thing is to find my way into that lovely garden. I think that will be the best plan.”
It sounded an excellent plan, no doubt, and very neatly and simply arranged; the only diff... | deepseek-chat | formal_polished | 11 | Alice's Adventures in Wonderland | Lewis Carroll | fiction | 117 | 102 |
pg11-d79e9994be6a02ed | Alice cried out in terror, jumping up and down and pleading for caution. She exclaimed that the precious nose was nearly struck as an unusually large saucepan flew close by and almost carried it off.
The Duchess responded in a hoarse growl that if everyone minded their own business, the world would go round much faste... | “Oh, please mind what you’re doing!” cried Alice, jumping up and down in an agony of terror. “Oh, there goes his precious nose!” as an unusually large saucepan flew close by it, and very nearly carried it off.
“If everybody minded their own business,” the Duchess said in a hoarse growl, “the world would go round a dea... | deepseek-chat | corporate_clean | 11 | Alice's Adventures in Wonderland | Lewis Carroll | fiction | 113 | 114 |
pg11-de13a6dc4d8a8f2a | Alice opened the door and discovered that it led into a small passage, not much larger than a rat-hole. She knelt down and looked along the passage into the most lovely garden one could imagine. She greatly desired to leave the dark hall and wander among the beds of bright flowers and the cool fountains, but she was un... | Alice opened the door and found that it led into a small passage, not much larger than a rat-hole: she knelt down and looked along the passage into the loveliest garden you ever saw. How she longed to get out of that dark hall, and wander about among those beds of bright flowers and those cool fountains, but she could ... | deepseek-chat | formal_polished | 11 | Alice's Adventures in Wonderland | Lewis Carroll | fiction | 140 | 135 |
pg11-e45972c30b41990a | It is worth noting that you shall not be beheaded," stated Alice, as she placed them into a large flower pot that was situated nearby. The three soldiers wandered aimlessly for a minute or two, searching for the missing items, and subsequently departed quietly in pursuit of the others.
Furthermore, the soldiers mainta... | “You shan’t be beheaded!” said Alice, and she put them into a large flower-pot that stood near. The three soldiers wandered about for a minute or two, looking for them, and then quietly marched off after the others.
The soldiers were silent, and looked at Alice, as the question was evidently meant for her.
“Come on, ... | gpt-4o-mini | formal_polished | 11 | Alice's Adventures in Wonderland | Lewis Carroll | fiction | 130 | 111 |
pg11-e4e2dbfdf6d3b50d | Alice exclaimed, "I had such a curious dream!" She recounted to her sister, to the best of her ability, the strange adventures she had experienced, which you have just read about. Once she finished her tale, her sister kissed her and remarked, "It was indeed a curious dream, dear. However, you must go in for your tea; ... | “Oh, I’ve had such a curious dream!” said Alice, and she told her sister, as well as she could remember them, all these strange Adventures of hers that you have just been reading about; and when she had finished, her sister kissed her, and said, “It was a curious dream, dear, certainly: but now run in to your tea; it’s... | gpt-4o-mini | corporate_clean | 11 | Alice's Adventures in Wonderland | Lewis Carroll | fiction | 80 | 84 |
pg11-e4fe51c7625c5825 | By this time, she had completely forgotten about the Duchess and was momentarily startled when she heard the Duchess's voice near her ear. “You are thinking about something, my dear, and that causes you to forget to speak. I cannot tell you the moral of that just yet, but I will remember it shortly.”
Alice was not par... | She had quite forgotten the Duchess by this time, and was a little startled when she heard her voice close to her ear. “You’re thinking about something, my dear, and that makes you forget to talk. I can’t tell you just now what the moral of that is, but I shall remember it in a bit.”
Alice did not much like keeping so... | gpt-4o-mini | corporate_clean | 11 | Alice's Adventures in Wonderland | Lewis Carroll | fiction | 109 | 113 |
pg11-edf80671a2bcbccf | “But they were in the well,” Alice stated to the Dormouse, deliberately choosing to disregard the previous remark.
This response left poor Alice in a state of confusion, prompting her to allow the Dormouse to continue speaking for an extended period without interruption.
“They were learning to draw,” the Dormouse c... | “But they were in the well,” Alice said to the Dormouse, not choosing to notice this last remark.
This answer so confused poor Alice, that she let the Dormouse go on for some time without interrupting it.
“They were learning to draw,” the Dormouse went on, yawning and rubbing its eyes, for it was getting very sleepy;... | gpt-4o-mini | formal_polished | 11 | Alice's Adventures in Wonderland | Lewis Carroll | fiction | 147 | 140 |
pg11-eeccbe277547f2ad | “Capture that Dormouse,” the Queen exclaimed. “Behead that Dormouse! Remove that Dormouse from the court! Suppress him! Pinch him! Remove his whiskers!”
For several moments, the entire court was in disarray as efforts were made to expel the Dormouse, and by the time order was restored, the cook had vanished.
“Do not ... | “Collar that Dormouse,” the Queen shrieked out. “Behead that Dormouse! Turn that Dormouse out of court! Suppress him! Pinch him! Off with his whiskers!”
For some minutes the whole court was in confusion, getting the Dormouse turned out, and, by the time they had settled down again, the cook had disappeared.
“Never mi... | gpt-4o-mini | formal_polished | 11 | Alice's Adventures in Wonderland | Lewis Carroll | fiction | 95 | 90 |
pg11-f6c3435a4f72cca2 | It is worth noting that the King remarked that this was very important, and he turned to the jury. They were just beginning to record this upon their slates, when the White Rabbit interrupted and stated, in a very respectful tone, that His Majesty of course meant unimportant, although he frowned and made faces at him a... | “That’s very important,” the King said, turning to the jury. They were just beginning to write this down on their slates, when the White Rabbit interrupted: “Unimportant, your Majesty means, of course,” he said in a very respectful tone, but frowning and making faces at him as he spoke.
“Unimportant, of course, I mean... | deepseek-chat | formal_polished | 11 | Alice's Adventures in Wonderland | Lewis Carroll | fiction | 95 | 84 |
pg11-fa2352c1383cf9e2 | She began to speak again. She wondered if she would fall right through the earth. It would be amusing to emerge among people who walk with their heads downward. She thought of a particular group, although she was not certain of the correct term. Fortunately, there was no one present to hear her, as the word did not sou... | Presently she began again. “I wonder if I shall fall right through the earth! How funny it’ll seem to come out among the people that walk with their heads downward! The Antipathies, I think - ” (she was rather glad there was no one listening, this time, as it didn’t sound at all the right word) “ - but I shall have to ... | meta-llama/llama-3.3-70b-instruct | corporate_clean | 11 | Alice's Adventures in Wonderland | Lewis Carroll | fiction | 148 | 131 |
pg11-ffd68707dbe0372e | As she realized that raising her hands to her head was unlikely, she attempted to lower her head towards her hands instead. She was pleased to discover that her neck was quite flexible, allowing her to bend it in various directions. After successfully curving her neck into a graceful zigzag, she planned to dive among t... | As there seemed to be no chance of getting her hands up to her head, she tried to get her head down to them, and was delighted to find that her neck would bend about easily in any direction, like a serpent. She had just succeeded in curving it down into a graceful zigzag, and was going to dive in among the leaves, whic... | gpt-4o-mini | explanatory | 11 | Alice's Adventures in Wonderland | Lewis Carroll | fiction | 93 | 108 |
pg113-006f096829c08c3b | Additionally, Ben drove his spade deep into the ground and appeared as unapproachable as he had seemed when she initially encountered him. Furthermore, he ceased digging, tossed his spade over his shoulder, and walked away without even acknowledging her presence or bidding her farewell.
In essence, the days that pass... | Ben drove his spade deep and looked as uncompanionable as he had looked when she first saw him.
And he actually stopped digging, threw his spade over his shoulder and walked off, without even glancing at her or saying good-by.
At first each day which passed by for Mary Lennox was exactly like the others. Every mornin... | meta-llama/llama-3.3-70b-instruct | formal_polished | 113 | The Secret Garden | Frances Hodgson Burnett | fiction | 300 | 285 |
pg113-02af564235248598 | Martha sat back on her heels, holding her blacking brush, and laughed without appearing angry.
"I understand that," she said. "If there had been a grand lady at Misselthwaite, I would not have even been one of the under housemaids. I might have been allowed to be a scullery maid, but I would never have been permitted... | Martha sat up on her heels, with her blacking-brush in her hand, and laughed, without seeming the least out of temper.
“Eh! I know that,” she said. “If there was a grand Missus at Misselthwaite I should never have been even one of th’ under housemaids. I might have been let to be scullerymaid but I’d never have been l... | gpt-4o-mini | corporate_clean | 113 | The Secret Garden | Frances Hodgson Burnett | fiction | 139 | 136 |
pg113-09175b5ccd746316 | A few days after her conversation with Ben Weatherstaff, Mary happened to pause and take notice of her surroundings, wondering why she felt this way. While she was looking up at a long tendril of ivy swaying gently in the breeze, she caught sight of a flash of red and heard a cheerful chirp. There, perched atop the wal... | A few days after she had talked to Ben Weatherstaff, Mary stopped to notice this and wondered why it was so. She had just paused and was looking up at a long spray of ivy swinging in the wind when she saw a gleam of scarlet and heard a brilliant chirp, and there, on the top of the wall, perched Ben Weatherstaff’s robin... | gpt-4o-mini | hedged_helpful | 113 | The Secret Garden | Frances Hodgson Burnett | fiction | 119 | 123 |
pg113-1051c69892ce8a18 | Mary experienced profound loneliness upon realizing her absence from the house. She hurried into the garden, where her first action was to run around the fountain flower garden ten times. She counted each lap carefully, and once she completed the circuit, she felt uplifted. The sunlight transformed the entire space. Th... | Mary felt lonelier than ever when she knew she was no longer in the house. She went out into the garden as quickly as possible, and the first thing she did was to run round and round the fountain flower garden ten times. She counted the times carefully and when she had finished she felt in better spirits. The sunshine ... | gpt-4o-mini | corporate_clean | 113 | The Secret Garden | Frances Hodgson Burnett | fiction | 119 | 147 |
pg113-1cf867908c0fbcb4 | Additionally, the nurse departed, concealing a smile, in order to issue the instruction for two breakfasts to be prepared. Furthermore, she discovered that the servants' hall was a more entertaining environment than the invalid's chamber, owing to the fact that everyone was presently eager to learn the latest developme... | The nurse went away, concealing a smile, to give the order for two breakfasts. She found the servants’ hall a more amusing place than the invalid’s chamber and just now everybody wanted to hear the news from upstairs. There was a great deal of joking about the unpopular young recluse who, as the cook said, “had found h... | meta-llama/llama-3.3-70b-instruct | formal_polished | 113 | The Secret Garden | Frances Hodgson Burnett | fiction | 140 | 102 |
pg113-1d52e2b8f6574b77 | Forever and ever!" he exclaimed. Does it truly make him feel that way? He then did as she instructed, drawing in long, deep breaths repeatedly until he sensed that something entirely new and delightful was occurring within him.
"Things are emerging from the earth in great abundance," she continued quickly. "Flowers ar... | “’Forever and ever’! Does it make him feel like that?” he said, and he did as she told him, drawing in long deep breaths over and over again until he felt that something quite new and delightful was happening to him.
“Things are crowding up out of the earth,” she ran on in a hurry. “And there are flowers uncurling and... | deepseek-chat | corporate_clean | 113 | The Secret Garden | Frances Hodgson Burnett | fiction | 133 | 147 |
pg113-1f06bee4dd21e67b | Since she had been living in other people's houses and had not had an Ayah, she had begun to feel lonely and to have unusual thoughts that were new to her. She had started to wonder why she had never seemed to belong to anyone, even when her father and mother were still alive. Other children seemed to belong to their f... | Since she had been living in other people’s houses and had had no Ayah, she had begun to feel lonely and to think queer thoughts which were new to her. She had begun to wonder why she had never seemed to belong to anyone even when her father and mother had been alive. Other children seemed to belong to their fathers an... | deepseek-chat | hedged_helpful | 113 | The Secret Garden | Frances Hodgson Burnett | fiction | 144 | 132 |
pg113-1fac90636005678d | At that moment, a door downstairs must have been opened, as a strong draft of air swept through the passage, causing the door of the room to burst open. As a result, the light was extinguished, and the crying sound became even more audible as it was carried down the corridor. This highlights the intense nature of the d... | And at that very moment a door must have been opened somewhere downstairs; for a great rushing draft blew along the passage and the door of the room they sat in was blown open with a crash, and as they both jumped to their feet the light was blown out and the crying sound was swept down the far corridor so that it was ... | meta-llama/llama-3.3-70b-instruct | explanatory | 113 | The Secret Garden | Frances Hodgson Burnett | fiction | 113 | 117 |
pg113-233d8f3e605b9227 | Mary asked whether things were stirring down below in the dark in that garden where he lived. She could not help asking because she wanted very much to know. She inquired whether all the flowers were dead or whether some of them came again in the summer, and whether there were ever any roses. Ben Weatherstaff hunched h... | “Are things stirring down below in the dark in that garden where he lives?” Mary inquired.
“The one where the old rose-trees are.” She could not help asking, because she wanted so much to know. “Are all the flowers dead, or do some of them come again in the summer? Are there ever any roses?”
“Ask him,” said Ben Weath... | deepseek-chat | corporate_clean | 113 | The Secret Garden | Frances Hodgson Burnett | fiction | 90 | 82 |
pg113-236200460d4379e3 | The patient's behavior has become increasingly peculiar when compared to his past. He previously had a minimal appetite, but then began consuming large amounts of food, only to stop abruptly and return to his previous eating habits. This highlights a significant change in his behavior. It is worth noting that he had pr... | “That’s it, sir. He’s growing very peculiar - when you compare him with what he used to be. He used to eat nothing and then suddenly he began to eat something enormous - and then he stopped again all at once and the meals were sent back just as they used to be. You never knew, sir, perhaps, that out of doors he never w... | meta-llama/llama-3.3-70b-instruct | explanatory | 113 | The Secret Garden | Frances Hodgson Burnett | fiction | 177 | 177 |
pg113-2f51b7e38cc97e47 | “It can often make me feel strong when I play and the wind blows across the moor,” Mary suggested gently.
She instinctively raised her hand to her throat, worried he might notice the excited sensation she felt there. Mary stepped a bit closer to him.
“Please don’t appear so scared,” he said. “Of course you can. I’m y... | “It makes me feel strong when I play and the wind comes over the moor,” argued Mary.
Mary put her hand up to her throat because she was afraid he might see the excited lump which she felt jump into it. She came a step nearer to him.
“Don’t look so frightened,” he exclaimed. “Of course you may. I am your guardian, tho... | gpt-4o-mini | hedged_helpful | 113 | The Secret Garden | Frances Hodgson Burnett | fiction | 167 | 144 |
pg113-3227f539ecd94ef7 | “What does that mean?” Mary inquired with a serious expression. In India, the locals spoke various dialects that only a select few could understand, so she wasn’t particularly surprised when Martha used unfamiliar words.
“Can I ever get there?” Mary asked, her tone tinged with longing as she gazed out her window at t... | “What does that mean?” asked Mary seriously. In India the natives spoke different dialects which only a few people understood, so she was not surprised when Martha used words she did not know.
“Could I ever get there?” asked Mary wistfully, looking through her window at the far-off blue. It was so new and big and wond... | gpt-4o-mini | hedged_helpful | 113 | The Secret Garden | Frances Hodgson Burnett | fiction | 135 | 125 |
pg113-33c9d54d27d4c24f | As long as Mistress Mary’s mind remained full of disagreeable thoughts—her dislikes, her sour opinions of people, and her determination not to be pleased by or interested in anything—she was a yellow-faced, sickly, bored, and wretched child. Circumstances, however, were very kind to her, though she was not at all aware... | So long as Mistress Mary’s mind was full of disagreeable thoughts about her dislikes and sour opinions of people and her determination not to be pleased by or interested in anything, she was a yellow-faced, sickly, bored and wretched child. Circumstances, however, were very kind to her, though she was not at all aware ... | deepseek-chat | explanatory | 113 | The Secret Garden | Frances Hodgson Burnett | fiction | 155 | 132 |
pg113-346092ea07d9a30b | Colin flushed with a sense of triumph. He had convinced himself that he was going to get well, which was really more than half the battle, had he been aware of it. This highlights how powerful his own belief had become. And the thought that stirred him more than any other was imagining what his father would look like w... | Colin flushed triumphantly. He had made himself believe that he was going to get well, which was really more than half the battle, if he had been aware of it. And the thought which stimulated him more than any other was this imagining what his father would look like when he saw that he had a son who was as straight and... | deepseek-chat | explanatory | 113 | The Secret Garden | Frances Hodgson Burnett | fiction | 132 | 96 |
pg113-367ce2766625a7f7 | "India is very different from Yorkshire," Mary said thoughtfully as she considered the issue. "I never realized that. Did Dickon and your mother enjoy hearing you talk about me?"
Martha then left the room and returned with something concealed beneath her apron.
"A present!" Mistress Mary exclaimed. It was hard to b... | “India is quite different from Yorkshire,” Mary said slowly, as she thought the matter over. “I never thought of that. Did Dickon and your mother like to hear you talk about me?”
Presently Martha went out of the room and came back with something held in her hands under her apron.
“A present!” exclaimed Mistress Mary.... | gpt-4o-mini | corporate_clean | 113 | The Secret Garden | Frances Hodgson Burnett | fiction | 110 | 115 |
pg113-36fe66ca829709cc | Additionally, the robin was indeed present, and she considered him to be more attractive than ever. Furthermore, his red plumage was as lustrous as a smooth fabric and he exhibited a variety of lively movements, including the fluttering of his wings and tail, as well as the tilting of his head, all of which were accomp... | There, indeed, was the robin, and she thought he looked nicer than ever. His red waistcoat was as glossy as satin and he flirted his wings and tail and tilted his head and hopped about with all sorts of lively graces. He seemed determined to make Ben Weatherstaff admire him. But Ben was sarcastic.
The robin was eviden... | meta-llama/llama-3.3-70b-instruct | formal_polished | 113 | The Secret Garden | Frances Hodgson Burnett | fiction | 131 | 97 |
pg113-375c461237a8d484 | Mary may have initially thought that Dickon was referring to something related to magic. She tended to be a strong believer in the concept of magic and its potential effects. It's possible that she secretly believed Dickon had a special gift that allowed him to positively influence the things and people around him, whi... | Mary had thought he meant something about Magic. She was a great believer in Magic. Secretly she quite believed that Dickon worked Magic, of course good Magic, on everything near him and that was why people liked him so much and wild creatures knew he was their friend. She wondered, indeed, if it were not possible that... | meta-llama/llama-3.3-70b-instruct | hedged_helpful | 113 | The Secret Garden | Frances Hodgson Burnett | fiction | 223 | 162 |
pg113-3a10aafc675d066c | Mistress Mary may not have intended to reach out and grab his sleeve, but she found herself doing so. She started to feel warm and somewhat stubborn, as if she were experiencing one of the most intense moments of her life.
"I don’t care, I don’t care! No one has the right to take it from me when I care about it and t... | Mistress Mary did not mean to put out her hand and clutch his sleeve but she did it.
She began to feel hot and as contrary as she had ever felt in her life.
“I don’t care, I don’t care! Nobody has any right to take it from me when I care about it and they don’t. They’re letting it die, all shut in by itself,” she end... | gpt-4o-mini | hedged_helpful | 113 | The Secret Garden | Frances Hodgson Burnett | fiction | 107 | 86 |
pg113-3f82a54b73044b19 | This highlights the idea that there is more to the concept of magic than what is immediately apparent. Colin's realization that he had once stood on his own feet sparked significant contemplation. When Mary shared the details of the spell she had performed, he expressed great enthusiasm and approval, leading to frequen... | And this was not the half of the Magic. The fact that he had really once stood on his feet had set Colin thinking tremendously and when Mary told him of the spell she had worked he was excited and approved of it greatly. He talked of it constantly.
“Of course there must be lots of Magic in the world,” he said wisely o... | gpt-4o-mini | explanatory | 113 | The Secret Garden | Frances Hodgson Burnett | fiction | 107 | 103 |
pg113-403ca5790d7d5b24 | He was unsure when he fell asleep and when he entered the realm of dreams. The vividness of his dream made it feel extraordinarily real, leaving him unaware that he was dreaming. Later, he recalled feeling intensely awake and alert in that moment. As he sat, inhaling the fragrance of the late roses and listening to the... | He did not know when he fell asleep and when he began to dream; his dream was so real that he did not feel as if he were dreaming. He remembered afterward how intensely wide awake and alert he had thought he was. He thought that as he sat and breathed in the scent of the late roses and listened to the lapping of the wa... | gpt-4o-mini | corporate_clean | 113 | The Secret Garden | Frances Hodgson Burnett | fiction | 96 | 103 |
pg113-41ee7ae338b684a1 | She had encountered the information on two separate occasions and would eventually discover the truth. Earlier that day, she had learned a significant amount. This experience left her with the impression of having been on an extended journey. Throughout this time, she had various sources of amusement, including playing... | She had heard it twice now, and sometime she would find out. She had found out a great deal this morning. She felt as if she had been on a long journey, and at any rate she had had something to amuse her all the time, and she had played with the ivory elephants and had seen the gray mouse and its babies in their nest i... | gpt-4o-mini | explanatory | 113 | The Secret Garden | Frances Hodgson Burnett | fiction | 83 | 89 |
pg113-502c150b2561dfbe | She expressed her happiness while Colin listened, taking deep breaths. When the nurse entered, she was momentarily startled by the open window, recalling how she had spent many warm days in the room feeling stifled because her patient believed that open windows could cause colds. When asked about it, the patient respon... | She was describing it with great joy and Colin was listening and drawing in long breaths of air when the nurse entered. She started a little at the sight of the open window. She had sat stifling in the room many a warm day because her patient was sure that open windows gave people cold.
“No,” was the answer. “I am bre... | gpt-4o-mini | explanatory | 113 | The Secret Garden | Frances Hodgson Burnett | fiction | 85 | 89 |
pg113-59e8cc58b95d70d4 | Mary speculated that the sun may have intentionally delayed its descent for a few minutes. Meanwhile, Ben Weatherstaff retrieved the rose in its pot from the greenhouse and hastily made his way across the grass, his excitement growing with each step. As he approached the designated spot, he knelt down beside the hole a... | Mary thought that perhaps the sun held back a few minutes just on purpose. Ben Weatherstaff brought the rose in its pot from the greenhouse. He hobbled over the grass as fast as he could. He had begun to be excited, too. He knelt down by the hole and broke the pot from the mould.
The thin white hands shook a little an... | meta-llama/llama-3.3-70b-instruct | corporate_clean | 113 | The Secret Garden | Frances Hodgson Burnett | fiction | 142 | 126 |
pg113-62f677bb7d43e579 | “Mistress Mary, quite contrary, How does your garden grow? With silver bells, and seashells, and marigolds all in a row.”
He sang it until the other children noticed and joined in with laughter; it seemed that the more annoyed Mary became, the more they repeated “Mistress Mary, quite contrary.” From that point on, as... | “Mistress Mary, quite contrary, How does your garden grow? With silver bells, and cockle shells, And marigolds all in a row.”
He sang it until the other children heard and laughed, too; and the crosser Mary got, the more they sang “Mistress Mary, quite contrary”; and after that as long as she stayed with them they cal... | gpt-4o-mini | hedged_helpful | 113 | The Secret Garden | Frances Hodgson Burnett | fiction | 153 | 128 |
pg113-6f16895b5f029670 | Colin had not expected this, nor had he planned for it. He had never imagined such a meeting. Yet to come dashing out and win a race was perhaps even better. He drew himself up to his full height. Mary, who had been running alongside him and had dashed through the door as well, believed that he managed to appear taller... | This was not what Colin had expected - this was not what he had planned. He had never thought of such a meeting. And yet to come dashing out - winning a race - perhaps it was even better. He drew himself up to his very tallest. Mary, who had been running with him and had dashed through the door too, believed that he ma... | deepseek-chat | corporate_clean | 113 | The Secret Garden | Frances Hodgson Burnett | fiction | 85 | 94 |
pg113-70c73a8f91e306a2 | She expressed uncertainty about her direction, noting that she felt she had made another wrong turn. Standing still in a narrow corridor adorned with tapestry, she remarked on the silence surrounding her. This highlights her sense of disorientation and the stillness of the moment. As she stood there, this stillness was... | “I believe I have taken a wrong turning again,” she said, standing still at what seemed the end of a short passage with tapestry on the wall. “I don’t know which way to go. How still everything is!”
It was while she was standing here and just after she had said this that the stillness was broken by a sound. It was ano... | gpt-4o-mini | explanatory | 113 | The Secret Garden | Frances Hodgson Burnett | fiction | 93 | 90 |
pg113-7c45acdc482fd130 | Mrs. Medlock and Dr. Craven exchanged concerned glances, but it seemed there was little that could be done at that moment.
Dr. Craven’s visit was brief. He spoke to the nurse for a few moments when she entered the room and offered a few gentle reminders to Colin. He advised Colin to avoid excessive talking, to remain... | Mrs. Medlock and Dr. Craven looked at each other in a troubled way, but there was evidently nothing to be done.
Dr. Craven did not stay very long. He talked to the nurse for a few minutes when she came into the room and said a few words of warning to Colin. He must not talk too much; he must not forget that he was ill... | gpt-4o-mini | hedged_helpful | 113 | The Secret Garden | Frances Hodgson Burnett | fiction | 88 | 93 |
pg113-7dc67b457250cca6 | Additionally, Mary's expression turned to one of fright, prompting her to place her hand over her mouth in a swift motion, as she exclaimed that she had forgotten something. Furthermore, she inquired once again, after having regained her composure, if he was aware of the garden's existence.
Moreover, he came to a hal... | “Oh! I forgot!” said Mary, feeling frightened and putting her hand quickly against her mouth. “Did you know about the garden?” she asked again when she had recovered herself.
He stopped and looked round at the lovely gray tangle about him, and his round eyes looked queerly happy.
He stepped over to the nearest tree -... | meta-llama/llama-3.3-70b-instruct | formal_polished | 113 | The Secret Garden | Frances Hodgson Burnett | fiction | 142 | 91 |
pg113-800116d2b2112a6d | As he spoke, Soot may have flown in and out of the open window, occasionally cawing comments about the view. Meanwhile, Nut and Shell could often be seen venturing into the large trees outside, climbing up and down the trunks and exploring the branches. Captain settled comfortably near Dickon, who preferred sitting on ... | While he talked, Soot flew solemnly in and out of the open window and cawed remarks about the scenery while Nut and Shell made excursions into the big trees outside and ran up and down trunks and explored branches. Captain curled up near Dickon, who sat on the hearth-rug from preference.
They looked at the pictures in... | gpt-4o-mini | hedged_helpful | 113 | The Secret Garden | Frances Hodgson Burnett | fiction | 89 | 82 |
pg113-84a8e2202bce57fa | One location she frequented more than any other was the lengthy path outside the garden, which was surrounded by walls. On either side of the path, there were unplanted flower beds, while thick ivy flourished along the walls. Notably, there was a section of the wall where the dark green leaves grew denser than in other... | One place she went to oftener than to any other. It was the long walk outside the gardens with the walls round them. There were bare flower-beds on either side of it and against the walls ivy grew thickly. There was one part of the wall where the creeping dark green leaves were more bushy than elsewhere. It seemed as i... | gpt-4o-mini | explanatory | 113 | The Secret Garden | Frances Hodgson Burnett | fiction | 88 | 97 |
pg113-86c7399b34b83bd4 | He decided that he would try to eat less, but unfortunately it was not always possible to carry out this excellent idea when he woke each morning with a surprisingly strong appetite and the table near his sofa was set with a breakfast of homemade bread and fresh butter, snow-white eggs, raspberry jam, and clotted cream... | He made up his mind to eat less, but unfortunately it was not possible to carry out this brilliant idea when he wakened each morning with an amazing appetite and the table near his sofa was set with a breakfast of home-made bread and fresh butter, snow-white eggs, raspberry jam and clotted cream. Mary always breakfaste... | deepseek-chat | hedged_helpful | 113 | The Secret Garden | Frances Hodgson Burnett | fiction | 113 | 96 |
pg113-8a1817fff72e897c | Mary stood up and attempted to keep her eyes open while Mrs. Medlock gathered her packages. The little girl did not offer to assist her, as it is quite common in India for local servants to handle such tasks, and it seemed natural to her that others should attend to one's needs.
The station was relatively small, and i... | Mary stood up and tried to keep her eyes open while Mrs. Medlock collected her parcels. The little girl did not offer to help her, because in India native servants always picked up or carried things and it seemed quite proper that other people should wait on one.
The station was a small one and nobody but themselves s... | gpt-4o-mini | hedged_helpful | 113 | The Secret Garden | Frances Hodgson Burnett | fiction | 113 | 92 |
pg113-9918f89c57d28ec0 | Mary whispered to Colin, asking if he would like her to sing the song she had learned from her Ayah. The nurse departed the room shortly thereafter, and as soon as she was gone, Colin pulled Mary's hand once again. Meanwhile, Mary gazed at Colin's face, which appeared tired and fragile, with swollen eyes, and her emoti... | “Would you like me to sing you that song I learned from my Ayah?” Mary whispered to Colin.
The nurse was out of the room in a minute and as soon as she was gone Colin pulled Mary’s hand again.
Mary looked at his poor little tired face and swollen eyes and her heart relented.
He closed his eyes and lay quite still an... | meta-llama/llama-3.3-70b-instruct | corporate_clean | 113 | The Secret Garden | Frances Hodgson Burnett | fiction | 90 | 80 |
pg113-a782f0b8de52a731 | Mary recalled that she had never actually visited the place, only having driven over it at night. Her initial impression was one of dislike. She had first heard about it from Martha and then from Dickon, whose descriptions made the location come alive in a vivid manner. When Dickon spoke, it was as if one could see and... | “I have never been there once, really,” said Mary suddenly remembering. “I only drove over it in the dark. I thought it was hideous. Martha told me about it first and then Dickon. When Dickon talks about it you feel as if you saw things and heard them and as if you were standing in the heather with the sun shining and ... | gpt-4o-mini | explanatory | 113 | The Secret Garden | Frances Hodgson Burnett | fiction | 112 | 104 |
pg113-a7a857f24e8ca4ad | Upon observing the garden, it was clear that the wood appeared lifeless, with only gray or brown sprays and branches visible, and no signs of leaf-buds anywhere. This highlights the garden's current state of dormancy. However, being inside the garden, with the freedom to enter through the door under the ivy at any time... | If she had been Ben Weatherstaff she could have told whether the wood was alive by looking at it, but she could only see that there were only gray or brown sprays and branches and none showed any signs of even a tiny leaf-bud anywhere.
But she was inside the wonderful garden and she could come through the door under t... | meta-llama/llama-3.3-70b-instruct | explanatory | 113 | The Secret Garden | Frances Hodgson Burnett | fiction | 194 | 241 |
pg113-aeb785bd63878c9f | Mrs. Medlock remarked on one occasion that the child was quite clever to have listened and left the bed to investigate matters as was done that night. She added, however, that it could not be denied that this had been a kind of blessing for all of them. He had not had a single tantrum or whining fit since the friendshi... | “You are a sly young one to listen and get out of your bed to go following things up like you did that night,” Mrs. Medlock said once. “But there’s no saying it’s not been a sort of blessing to the lot of us. He’s not had a tantrum or a whining fit since you made friends. The nurse was just going to give up the case be... | deepseek-chat | corporate_clean | 113 | The Secret Garden | Frances Hodgson Burnett | fiction | 109 | 91 |
pg113-af90dbdaa94f4f0e | Mary's hands were tightly clasped together. She felt a sense of despair, as though everything might be lost. She thought that Dickon might not return, and she worried she would never experience the comfort of feeling like a missel thrush with a safe and hidden nest again.
"You see," she said breathlessly, "if it were... | Mary’s hands clutched each other. Everything would be spoiled - everything! Dickon would never come back. She would never again feel like a missel thrush with a safe-hidden nest.
“You see - you see,” she panted, “if no one knows but ourselves - if there was a door, hidden somewhere under the ivy - if there was - and w... | gpt-4o-mini | hedged_helpful | 113 | The Secret Garden | Frances Hodgson Burnett | fiction | 154 | 124 |
pg113-b1ef2f78c8eb90dd | Mary may not have asked for directions to the library, as she was struck by a new idea and decided to take matters into her own hands. She can often be quite determined, and in this case, she made up her mind to go and find the library herself. It's likely that she wasn't too concerned about Mrs. Medlock, as the housek... | Mary did not ask where the library was, because she was suddenly inspired by a new idea. She made up her mind to go and find it herself. She was not troubled about Mrs. Medlock. Mrs. Medlock seemed always to be in her comfortable housekeeper’s sitting-room downstairs. In this queer place one scarcely ever saw anyone at... | meta-llama/llama-3.3-70b-instruct | hedged_helpful | 113 | The Secret Garden | Frances Hodgson Burnett | fiction | 186 | 129 |
pg113-b253027a2a397ce2 | He reclined on his pillow, displaying an unusual expression on his face.
Additionally, Mary began to regain her composure and experience a sense of safety, as the notion of preserving the secret appeared to bring him some satisfaction. She felt increasingly confident that if she continued speaking and could help him ... | He dropped back on his pillow and lay there with an odd expression on his face.
Mary began to recover her breath and feel safer because the idea of keeping the secret seemed to please him. She felt almost sure that if she kept on talking and could make him see the garden in his mind as she had seen it he would like it... | gpt-4o-mini | formal_polished | 113 | The Secret Garden | Frances Hodgson Burnett | fiction | 83 | 84 |
pg113-b38a0cc3046d2b27 | Mary and Colin experienced significant concern and engaged in anxious discussion. This moment marked the beginning of their plan for "play acting."
Colin expressed his regret about the possibility of having a tantrum, stating, “I may be obliged to have a tantrum.” He conveyed his reluctance, noting that he did not fee... | Mary and Colin were much alarmed and talked together anxiously. From this time dated their plan of “play actin’.”
“I may be obliged to have a tantrum,” said Colin regretfully. “I don’t want to have one and I’m not miserable enough now to work myself into a big one. Perhaps I couldn’t have one at all. That lump doesn’t... | gpt-4o-mini | explanatory | 113 | The Secret Garden | Frances Hodgson Burnett | fiction | 105 | 90 |
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GoHumanize Open Humanizer Dataset
2000 training pairs and 200 test pairs for teaching a language model to rewrite AI-styled English prose into natural human writing. Each pair is:
input: a passage rewritten by a large language model in the register typical of LLM output (formal, smooth, hedged, connective phrases, no contractions);output: the original human-written passage from a public-domain book.
The human side is the target. A model trained on this data learns the reverse direction: from AI-styled prose back to the human original.
Built for the GoHumanize Open Humanizer, an educational open model. It is separate from the production systems of GoHumanize.ai and makes no claim about AI detectors.
Sources and licence
All human text comes from Project Gutenberg books that are English-language originals published before 1929, i.e. in the public domain in the United States. Translations were excluded on purpose (a translation can carry a newer copyright than the original work). Project Gutenberg boilerplate, footnote markers, illustration tags and typographic artefacts were stripped; passages are groups of consecutive paragraphs of 80 to 300 words.
The AI-styled inputs were generated by three models with four rotating style prompts:
| Generator | Train rows | Test rows |
|---|---|---|
| meta-llama/llama-3.3-70b-instruct | 504 | 27 |
| deepseek-chat | 487 | 23 |
| gpt-4o-mini | 1009 | 150 |
Dataset licence: CC-BY 4.0. Please cite as:
GoHumanize team (2026). GoHumanize Open Humanizer Dataset. Part of: GoHumanize team (2026). GoHumanize Open Humanizer: an open text-humanization model, dataset and pipeline built from public-domain data. Version 0.1.0. Zenodo. https://doi.org/10.5281/zenodo.22843083
Links
- Project page: https://gohumanize.ai/research
- Model weights, LoRA adapter and GGUF builds (Hugging Face): https://huggingface.co/gohumanize/gohumanize-open-humanizer
- Dataset (Hugging Face, CC-BY 4.0): https://huggingface.co/datasets/gohumanize/gohumanize-open-humanizer-dataset
- Code, pipeline and write-up (GitHub): https://github.com/GoHumanize-ai/gohumanize-open-humanizer
- Paper: https://github.com/GoHumanize-ai/gohumanize-open-humanizer/blob/main/docs/paper.md
- Archived release with DOI (Zenodo): https://doi.org/10.5281/zenodo.22843083
- Python client and CLI (PyPI): https://pypi.org/project/gohumanize-open-humanizer/
- MCP server (npm): https://www.npmjs.com/package/gohumanize-open-humanizer-mcp, source: https://github.com/GoHumanize-ai/gohumanize-open-humanizer-mcp
- Training run (Weights & Biases): https://wandb.ai/gohumanize/gohumanize-open-humanizer/runs/95wi8tdg
Statistics
| Train | Test | |
|---|---|---|
| Rows | 2000 | 200 |
| Books | 47 | 47 |
| Fiction / non-fiction | 1468 / 532 | 142 / 58 |
| Avg. input words | 154.7 | 152.5 |
| Avg. output words | 147.4 | 148.4 |
At most 46 passages per book in training, so no single author dominates. The test split uses the same books; it measures the transformation, not generalisation to unseen authors.
Fields
id, input, output, generator, style, gutenberg_id, title, author, category,
input_words, output_words.
Books
| Gutenberg ID | Title | Author | Category | Train rows |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| 1080 | A Modest Proposal | Jonathan Swift | nonfiction | 16 |
| 244 | A Study in Scarlet | Arthur Conan Doyle | fiction | 45 |
| 98 | A Tale of Two Cities | Charles Dickens | fiction | 45 |
| 76 | Adventures of Huckleberry Finn | Mark Twain | fiction | 42 |
| 11 | Alice's Adventures in Wonderland | Lewis Carroll | fiction | 44 |
| 45 | Anne of Green Gables | L. M. Montgomery | fiction | 37 |
| 20203 | Autobiography of Benjamin Franklin | Benjamin Franklin | nonfiction | 43 |
| 271 | Black Beauty | Anna Sewell | fiction | 40 |
| 147 | Common Sense | Thomas Paine | nonfiction | 43 |
| 345 | Dracula | Bram Stoker | fiction | 42 |
| 2814 | Dubliners | James Joyce | fiction | 43 |
| 158 | Emma | Jane Austen | fiction | 44 |
| 16643 | Essays by Ralph Waldo Emerson | Ralph Waldo Emerson | nonfiction | 44 |
| 84 | Frankenstein | Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley | fiction | 44 |
| 1400 | Great Expectations | Charles Dickens | fiction | 46 |
| 219 | Heart of Darkness | Joseph Conrad | fiction | 43 |
| 1260 | Jane Eyre | Charlotte Bronte | fiction | 45 |
| 3207 | Leviathan | Thomas Hobbes | nonfiction | 43 |
| 514 | Little Women | Louisa May Alcott | fiction | 44 |
| 145 | Middlemarch | George Eliot | fiction | 45 |
| 2701 | Moby Dick; Or, The Whale | Herman Melville | fiction | 43 |
| 23 | Narrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass, an American Slave | Frederick Douglass | nonfiction | 43 |
| 730 | Oliver Twist | Charles Dickens | fiction | 45 |
| 34901 | On Liberty | John Stuart Mill | nonfiction | 43 |
| 1228 | On the Origin of Species | Charles Darwin | nonfiction | 40 |
| 16 | Peter Pan | J. M. Barrie | fiction | 45 |
| 1342 | Pride and Prejudice | Jane Austen | fiction | 41 |
| 1661 | The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes | Arthur Conan Doyle | fiction | 40 |
| 74 | The Adventures of Tom Sawyer, Complete | Mark Twain | fiction | 46 |
| 541 | The Age of Innocence | Edith Wharton | fiction | 46 |
| 1404 | The Federalist Papers | Alexander Hamilton | nonfiction | 43 |
| 2775 | The Good Soldier | Ford Madox Ford | fiction | 45 |
| 64317 | The Great Gatsby | F. Scott Fitzgerald | fiction | 38 |
| 174 | The Picture of Dorian Gray | Oscar Wilde | fiction | 45 |
| 5827 | The Problems of Philosophy | Bertrand Russell | nonfiction | 44 |
| 25344 | The Scarlet Letter | Nathaniel Hawthorne | fiction | 41 |
| 113 | The Secret Garden | Frances Hodgson Burnett | fiction | 44 |
| 408 | The Souls of Black Folk | W. E. B. Du Bois | nonfiction | 44 |
| 35 | The Time Machine | H. G. Wells | fiction | 46 |
| 36 | The War of the Worlds | H. G. Wells | fiction | 41 |
| 3300 | The Wealth of Nations | Adam Smith | nonfiction | 44 |
| 55 | The Wonderful Wizard of Oz | L. Frank Baum | fiction | 42 |
| 1952 | The Yellow Wallpaper | Charlotte Perkins Gilman | fiction | 44 |
| 43 | The strange case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde | Robert Louis Stevenson | fiction | 42 |
| 120 | Treasure Island | Robert Louis Stevenson | fiction | 43 |
| 205 | Walden | Henry David Thoreau | nonfiction | 42 |
| 768 | Wuthering Heights | Emily Brontë | fiction | 42 |
How it was built
The full pipeline (sourcing, cleaning, selection, AI-fication, this card) is in
https://github.com/GoHumanize-ai/gohumanize-open-humanizer under pipeline/. The write-up
explaining every step is in docs/paper.md there.
Known limitations
- The human prose is old (pre-1929), so the "human" style skews literary and formal-archaic.
- English only. Passages are 80 to 300 words; longer documents are out of scope.
- The AI side reflects three specific generators and four prompts, not all AI writing.
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